A Story That Will Never Die {Henry Mills/OUAT} [2]

It's Not Easy Being Green

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{The Past}

I looked around the familiar room trying to find a way out. The window was locked and so was the door. I thought about smashing the window, but it would cause to much noise which would signal the guards. Five minutes later, I was laying in the floor beside my bed and still had no idea what to do. Suddenly, I saw a glimpse of something wood under my bed. I looked at the thing curiously and started to my closer. I lifted the blanket and got under the bed. The wooden thing was actually a doorway. It had an iron handle to pull it open so I pulled it with hope on my face.

I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up... because when I tried to open it, it wouldn't budge. I tried over, and over, and over again, but it just wouldn't open. It was like it was stuck which is probably to be expected because it looked pretty old. I heard the clicking of heels coming closer and closer to my room. My eyes widened and I got out from under my bed as quickly as I could. I jumped up and sat on the bed staring in front of me like I was off in space.

The door unlocked, but I kept my gaze on the huge mirror hanging on the wall in front of me. The door opened and I turned to see mother standing in front of the doorway. She stared at me with a sickeningly sweet smile, "Time to come to dinner. Get dressed in something more..," My mother scanned the clothes I was wearing (which were clothes that the girls and I would wear whenever we would perform) with a slightly disgusted look. "Appropriate." She then left the room and closed the door behind her leaving me to get dressed.

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{The Present}

We were all gathered around the coffin looking down. Some had sad looks on their face and some were holding back tears. And, of course, I was hurt too seeing as Neal was one of my close friends. I was more worried about Henry though. The dad who he doesn't remember was dead and he literally thinks he has never even met him.

The coffin was being lowered into the ground and I was mostly stuck in my thoughts. This was my first time at a funeral. I could literally feel the sadness radiating off of everyone. My dad said that it was a skill I had. I could easily feel the emotions of everyone around me and it would usually be described as being empathetic.

Hook started to slowly walk over to the shovel that was pushed into the ground. From the corner of my eye, I could see Regina staring at Henry, but Henry was only looking at the wooden coffin. Hook grabbed the shovel and scooped up some dirt then slowly threw it on top of Neal's grave. I could feel tears coming to my eyes, but I pushed them back. I can't cry, not now. Then David went up, then Regina, then Belle, and more people after that.

I went up after and grabbed the shovel tightly. I scooped up some dirt and threw some dirt into the grave. I walked back to Emma and the others then left a flashback hit me. It was one before the year everybody was gone that I knew very well.