A Cursed Heart ((OUAT fanfic))

chapter 15

Faith's P.O.V

I was able to go home after a few days. THANK YOU! Hospitals and I don't mix. At all. I can't stand them. They're just impossible and they're not the cleanest places on earth. And that's a fact. I walked into my room and lay down on my bed on the clean, black wolf printed bed spread. Wolves are life!...even though I am one. Can't blame a girl can ya?

I relaxed. It felt good to be back in my room of bright gray walls, a white desk in the corner with my diary, a red lava lamp, a normal lamp with a shade of the midnight light, my favorite book series aligned with the wall, Vampire Kisses. Best series if you asked me, My pencils, art book, color pencils, and my iPod; my bed was against the other wall from my desk across the room, a nightstand next to it with whatever I have in the drawers, my dresser with a mirror over it was near my closet. The best thing about the closet was a attic door. I can hide in it. It works when Henry is angry sometimes about random things.

i heard a knock at my door and sat up. My dad walked in. He's finally wearing something else besides his pirate coat, pants, shirt, boots, and eyeliner. Literally eyeliner. His eyes defiantly stands out. I think that's what my mom was attracted to. His ice blue eyes. That's where I get my eye color from anyway. So I'm glad I have some kind of quality of my dad besides my hair color is like his. A very, very dark brown. almost black. Not quite though.

"Hey papa. What's up?" I asked.

"Just checking on you. Don't forget to shower though. I'm heading to get you something from Granny's." he said with a smile.

"Okay, thanks." I smiled back and he left.

I looked out my window and watched him walk down the street. I got off my bed and walked to the bathroom and started up the shower. I had it on hot. It relaxed me and slightly burned me. But the hospitals aren't the best place to relax either. Many things though crossed my mind. Peter Pan. I'm literally falling for him. He helped...no...saved my life for now from that wicked witch. I'm so happy about that...but it feels weird as well. The only one who ever helped me was Henry when I was eight and we were running around.

**flash back**

I remember that day when Henry helped me. We were running, playing tag and hide-n-seek. He was it so I hid. When he found me I ran and he chased after me. I kept running and lost him after a few minutes. I just kept running and tripped over a root. I fell and rolled down a dirt hill and kept rolling to an edge of a cliff. I held tight on the ground with my small hands in a large crack, half my body off the edge of the cliff. I was slowly slipping. I was shaking non-stop. My grip was loosening.

"Henry! Henry! Help!" I screamed as tears streamed my face.

The edge of the cliff was cutting into my skin. It was hurting so bad. I cried. I heard skidding and looked seeing Henry on the hill coming down. He stopped and started to help me. He pulled me up and held me. I cried harder and harder. The cut became deep on my torso and blood was seeping through my shirt.

Henry ran back to the town of Storybrook carrying me and took me straight to the hospital. The doctors took me in and started working on the wound and stitched it up. They wrapped a rap around it and Henry hugged me

"I'll always protect you, Faith. I shouldn't have said to play in the forest. I'm sorry." He said.

I hugged him tightly, "Its not your fault Henry...."

And he kept that promise of protecting me. Ever since that day.

**Flash Back over**

I still can't believe I remember that day. I fished washing my hair and turned the shower off and wrapped myself in a warm fuzzy towel. It was a big towel. If I wrapped it around me and tied it, it would look almost like a dress. It went down to my knees. I walked out of the bathroom and noticed my phone blinking. I walked over and it was a text from Jill.