Lithium (Once Upon a Time)

Chapter Fifteen: A worse tale

Land of untold stories, present days...

Regina: "Hamlet...Think about what you're doing..." I said, while my shacking hands cut the air, trying to reason with him.

"I already did, Regina, thus I'm doing this."

"If you want to get your revenge, punish me, only me, leave the other side of it, please."

"Oh I know, don't worry, the only one who is going to suffer will be you, while everyone else will be happy that you're gone. Looking at a world that's better off without you, that's the worse curse of all, Regina."

"No...You can't do this..."

"You're right, I can't...But Henry can. Now, let's get this over with. Author, I command you..." He started speaking to the glowing heart in his hands. "Write a new story. Once Upon a Time, the savior broke the Evil Queen's curse, and then, everyone found each other. Although the curse was broken, the queen was still alive and a dangerous threat so the heroes of Storybrooke saw to it that she'd never hurt anyone else, ever again..."

Storybrooke, 2011...

Regina: It was raining outside, the stormy clouds seemed to scream the pain of winter.

The dining room was unusually darker, Henry was sitting in front of me, eating his dinner, while his forest green eyes stared at me as if he was up to something.

I gazed upon him, steady, as I tried to find out what that sneaky boy was up to.

My eyes looked at him in a mysterious way, as they tried to scan my boy's soul.

The bell rang, who was coming for dinner? This was all to suspicious. Could Henry be involved in this?

"I don't recall calling someone for dinner." I explained, lifting from the table and opening the door, shortly after that.

Miss Swan was in front of me, her green eyes were feistier than normal, her blonde hair was messy and she had her hands inside her red leather jacket's pockets.

"Sheriff Swan, I don't recall calling you for dinner."

"Henry invited me."

"Do you really think I'd invite you for dinner, after all the threats you made to my family?"

"I didn't come for dinner."

"Then what did you come for?"

"You!"

My eyes widened with the blonde's threat. I stared behind me, to see where my son was, only to realize he was gone.

Something was off, something was really not right...

I turned back to the front door and a huge crowd of familiar faces stared at me, angrily.

"We all did." Emma said, while Snow, Charming, the dwarves, the cricket, little red riding hood, and everyone else stared at me with hatred.

"No..." I mumbled, and looked back, only to see my son with a huge rope in his arm and a devilish smile that cut my heart into pieces of fear.

The next thing I remember was having the citizens of Storybrooke tying me up to my apple tree, which mysteriously appeared in the middle of main street.

"No, let me go! I command it!" I said, while Grumpy and Little Red Riding Hood tied me up to my tree, which once gave glorious and vigorous red apples, but now they were turned blacker than the pitch black sky, and the entire town stared at me with angry faces, while in their hands they brought fiery torches.

"You really think we'd let you go after everything you did to us?" Asked Red, as she tied me up tighter.

"I'm sorry, your majesty, but my conscience is clear!" The cricket responded me.

"You're not queen anymore, sister!" Grumpy screamed, pointing his finger towards me.

"Tighter!" Granny screamed, as her gray hair turned messy with the snowy wind. "She needs to feel our pain!"

"You took our love and ripped it apart!" Snow angrily screamed, while holding her hand to Charming's. Henry and Emma were by their side, and my little boy's green eyes were filled with disdain, he primed his lips with such anger.

"And now you're going to pay!" Charming added.

Emma stood from the crowd and came closer to me, she picked one of the inked black apples and squeezed it until it turned into a black viscous liquid.

"No..." I whispered, disgusted and feared of watching that.

"Rotten to the core..." The blonde said.

"I just wanted to win..." I cried, tied up. "For once..."

Emma didn't care about my words, so she came so close to me that the space between us disappeared, then grabbed my neck in a hurtful way.

"You took away our happiness and now it's time to take away yours!"

Emma picked the golden framed sword and prepared to cut my head off. In fear, I looked at my son, and with my eyes drowned in tears, asked him:

"Henry, please, don't let them do this to me!"

"You did this to yourself!"

Emma came closer to me, with her feisty green eyes filled with hatred and the last thing I remember was having that blade against my porcelain neck.