Consuming Darkness

CHAPTER 1: Heartbreak

This takes place after the season 3 finale. Rated R for language, and violence.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to ABC, and it's respective owners.

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CHAPTER 1: Heartbreak

Regina was fully aware of the words that had left her mouth moments ago, she had meant them; it wasn't her unconscious defense mechanism, or her walls blocking her emotions from the world. She had meant those words because the not-so-Charming family never ceased to amaze her with their idiocy.

The fact that every action has consequences was the most basic lesson a child learned, it wasn't science, it was logic -something those damn idiots seemed to lack, and also something she wasn't precisely using at the moment- She had "poofed" herself out of the diner as soon as she could, and appeared at the doorway of her mansion. She walked to the kitchen, tears running freely from her cheeks, and grabbed a bottle of wine from one of the cabinets, opened it with a flick of her wrist, and began drinking it like there was no tomorrow until she reached more than half the bottle and stopped. Everything hurt, the pain was unbearable, and it felt as she was fastly rotting from the inside-out.

Heartbreak was something she had experienced before, but never at this magnitude, she felt a void in her heart, a void that grew fast and broke what was left of her as it did. She wasn't strong enough, not anymore, you can only break someone so much, until they can't heal again; that's what had happened to her, she was broken beyond repair, and gravely so. That was why she drowned her loss in alcohol. She was past her second bottle at that point, and had started the third -they weren't big bottles anyway.- She hoped to wake and find out everything was just another one of her nightmares; that it wasn't real, that she was still in his arms, that he still loved her, but he didn't... How could he? Who in this or any realm would love her of all people? The great and terrible Evil Queen, no one loved her, no one ever would.

She let out raspy scream that echoed throughout the house and ran her hand over the kitchen counter, taking down everything on it. She cried harder and stumbled -bottles in her hands- to the dining room, and threw a bottle against the wall. She let out another sob as the liquid that was left inside it rolled down the white wall leaving it red as blood.

Everyone thought she was made of steel; that she was devoid from any emotion except from anger, because apparently the Evil Queen wasn't allowed to feel anything, but she did. Every name she was ever called, hurt, they stung, it felt like a stab to the heart.

Evil, witch, ugly, monster, unholy, dark, hellish, despicable...

She threw another bottle to the already blemished wall, sharp glass ripping open her palm from which blood fell from, staining the light carpet.

Vile, soulless, wicked, hard, spineless, sinister, perverse, corrupt, bitch...

Another bottle to the wall that crashed harder, broken glass flying back and cutting the side of her face, but she didn't flinch, instead she took her heels off. Glass cutting her bare feet and down part of her legs.

Atrocious, diabolic, rotten, lamentable, worthless, demonic, wretched...

No one loved her, and no one ever would. Voices in her head screamed and wouldn't leave her alone.

Her mother's voice saying: "you can be so much more; love is weakness; true power endures; you behave like a common; show them where the new power lies."

Rumplestiltskin saying: "you've reunited mother and son; maybe that's why they call you the Evil Queen; crush it; nothing can stop the darkness; how did it feel? Using magic; kill it; all magic comes with a price; nothing is innocent."