Goldilocks

Chapter 2

Charlottes's POV

I went walking in the park by a lake when I stopped because of a boy my age that was silently crying. I didn't know who he was, but K sat next to him anyways. "Hey, you okay?" He looked up at my green eyes, "No." "What happened." He looked at me concern, and he didn't recognize me, "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." I some what laughed, "How old are you?" "14." "Aren't you old enough to see who to trust? Look, I asked you what was wrong because I somehow knew I could trust you, and thats huge for a person like me!" Henry looked at me and held a confused expression. He looked down and said, "I just found out my dad died. Someone killed him, and I haven't even met him." I placed one of my hands on one of his, "I'm sorry. That sounds really rough." He snapped back, "You don't know what it's like to lose someone because someone killed them! And that person escaped! You don't know..." I looked at him as he began to cry more. "I actually do. My mom was murdered, and my brother died of an illness; actually he was no where to be found so they assumed he had passed away, but I know he is still out there. I have been alone since I could remember. My father actually left me, he just feels dead. I was only 6. All alone in a small cottage, no friends, family, guardian, mentor, all alone in that house of isolation. But I found a reason to keep living." He looked at me again, "How?" I looked up at the gray clouds, "I found something, and for some reason, I feel safe when I look or think of it. I would, every night, tell myself what I was grateful for. I had food, weapons for safety, a roof, that one special thing, and I knew I didn't have a chance of dying. And if I did, I would be with them." He looked at the lake and some ducks swimming on it, "What was your one special thing?" I smiled and wiped a tear that managed to fall, "The ocean." Emma came and seemed not to like me talking to him, "Come on Henry, I need to talk to you." Henry waved goodbye, and so did I. "Bye!" I yelled. In a quieter tone, I said, "Henry."

I was in town when I saw Snow, "Hey Charlotte. How are you?" "Just okay, you?" "Not too well, someone in my family died." "Henry told me. Who was he?" "A man named Neil. He was a great man who saved his father's life in exchange for his." I noticed that Snow was in all black, so the funeral must have been today. "I don't remember a Neil." "Well that's his name he was given for here." I nodded, "What was his real name?" Snow looked at me, "Baelfire, his father calls him Bae." Oh my god. I could feel myself lose. "Bae? Tell me...how many Baelfire's do you think were in our land?" "I think only one." My legs seemed to not want to support me and I fell back a bit, "Are you okay Charlotte?" I shook my head then ran away from Snow, from the whole town. I kept running until I tripped and skinned my knee and elbows; then I just laid in the road and cried. "My brother is dead."

I got up after a long while, and it was getting dark. I walked further away, tears still coming. My hands were shaking, and I reached the town line.  The line made anyone who crossed it forget who they truly are, just like what the first curse did to all of the people in Storybrooke. Without hesitation, I stepped over it, "Forget all the pain."

Right when I stepped on the line, someone yelled my name. I felt a rush through me. I turned around, "Who are you?" The woman had a scared look on her face, "Are you okay? What do you remember? Or, how-how long have you been here?" "As long as I can remember!" She gasped and pulled me back to town. "Wait! I still don't know who the heck you are!" "My name's...Mary Margret." She pulled my now aching arm into the town, "David!" A man turned around to the sound of his name, "What is it Snow?" "Who's Snow? I thought her name was Mary Margaret!" I am so confused! His face looked just like Mary Margret's expression, scared, "She crossed the town line! She doesn't remember anything!" Yes I do! I'm not an idiot! "We don't even have a remembering potion for Henry how will we get one for her?" "Wait, I'm confused. What do I need to remember?" "Uhm... Your past..." Ohh! See I don't know all of that. I nodded my head, "Wait, who's Henry." Then, a shockingly handsome young boy walks up, "That's me," he said sheepishly. I looked at David and shook my head, "I don't know who the heck you are!" "Wait, what's wrong? She doesn't remember me! We just met yesterday!" I shook my head, "Yesterday I was in my cottage! I was sketching in my pad. I didn't go into town until later and I don't remember why! I went outside of town and now this...Oh shoot! What time is it?" "12:27." "I need to go back to my cottage! My dog will be missing me!" Mary Margret held my shoulder, "I will walk you back. It's dark and I don't want you lost."

We finally reached my small farm house and I ran in, "Jones? Come here boy!" Then my sweet Bernedoodle ran to me. "Who's a good boy?" He wagged his tail and licked me. I ran into the other room which was covered with papers and a bed along with an old wooden desk. "This is your home?" I smiled, "And I love it! Wouldn't want to live anywhere else." Then there was a knocking at the door, Mary Margret went to the other room and a man stepped in. "Rumpls- I mean Mr. Gold. What are you doing here?" He stepped inside and he looked at me with surprise, for some reason my gut is telling me that he is an evil man. "I went to my shop, and I made the potion. It will retrieve any memory that was lost." "Give this to Henry not Char-" "Emma declined." She sighed, "What's the price?" He started to step towards me, "I just need to know the name of our little friend here." "Her name is Char-" "Not her! I know who she is...the dog." I hugged Jones' neck, "Why do you need it," I asked. "It is a simple reason, proof for my mind." I still don't understand, "His name is Jones." He stepped back and held a disgusted expression, "That's all I needed." He smiled then handed the potion in Mary Margret's hand, "Have a nice day." Then he left. Snow walked up to me and squatted down, "What did he need with my dog's name?" She shook her head, "I don't know. I will make some coffee." She headed into the other room which is also my kitchen, she brewed some coffee beans she found. I saw her pour the potion in. "Drink up." The coffee was cold but I slurped it down. Then I looked at her. "I don't understand. It was supposed to work." I shrugged, "Cause there's no such thing as magic!" Then I felt cold and I fell to the ground.