Little Old Me (not my Story!)

Chapter 14

ALL CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL WRITER

It's been a week and Emma spent most of her Time at Regina's Place, her parents thought she was a friend and gladly let her. The Cuts on Emma's Arms slowly started fading again and the View made Emma's skin crawl. She didn't want to do it again, she wanted to stop for Regina but had to call herself in mind that she wasn't strong and that was a tough war. She felt kind of happy at once, but the thought of doing new cuts was still in the back of her head. At night or when Regina wasn't near it would come up in Emma's mind. It had been a week and three days since Emma didn't cut-she currently was at Home-it was already past Midnight. She's been texting Regina all day and knew that the Brunette was asleep by now. She knew she was alone. She knew the Brunette was her cute but at the same time she didn't want to be so unfair and put all that weight on her; she couldn't expect her to be there all the time. The Moon shone through the Window into the dark Room which allowed Emma to get a look at her almost nude arms. A few light scars, scratches and a few bruises. But no red cuts. The View disgusted her and she hated herself for what she was about to do, yet she got out of Bed and went to the Bathroom before she locked the Door. See? You're too weak! Too weak to die and too weak to live! She doesn't deserve you and as soon as she will realize that she will leave you. The Voice in her Head grunted and Emma listened, it made her cry. It was right, she thought. She took one of the Razor blades before she fell down at the Floor, then she felt the Blade sliding through her Flesh again. It didn't give her any Satisfaction, she just needed to see those cuts again. She needed it and she got it. It didn't take long until both Of her Arms were covered in Fresh cuts and blood anymore. You're such a disappointment. How can you expect her to stand you when you can't even stand yourself?! The Voice yelled and she slightly whimpered. You should break up before it can even start long. She doesn't deserve to be with such a misery. You can't be her Happy Ending-let her go to give her a chance. The Voice in her head husked as if those sentences were whispered into her Ear. She couldn't hold back the Cries anymore. She didn't want to break up, but she taught the Voice was right, she wanted the Brunette to be happy and how could she make someone happy if she didn't even make herself happy? She had to see her-she Knew only with Miss Mills her thoughts were clear, only with Regina Depression would leave her a little bit alone at least. She also knew it was stupid of her to believe she could fight it. She quickly did a note for her Parents before she took her Phone, Charger, Key and the key of Reginas House and left. Regina gave her the key in case she would ever need something-Emma probably could use it rapidly. She quietly opened the front door, hoping not to Wake the sleeping Beauty up by it, then she slowly and as quiet as she could, she walked up the stairs and slowly made her way to Reginas Bedroom. Her Leg was still sprained so she had a few problems with it but nothing she couldn't handle. Finally she reached the Door and carefully opened it, from the moon shining into the Room she could already see Reginas figure laying in the Bed which caused her to smile slightly. Just seeing the Brunette made it all better. She had no idea how but she also wouldn't question it. When she reached the Bed and laid down Miss Mills slightly stirred and knot her Eyebrows together before Emma took her in her Arms. It was like the Brunette immediately knew it was Emma and she slowly started dozing off in Emma's Arms again. You can't use her like this. She doesn't deserve to carry all your bullshit on her shoulders. You should let her go, she doesn't love you anyway. She feels bad for you and that's why she agreed to have a Relationship with you. She didn't kiss back at first-then she just did it because she felt bad for you! The Voice in her head hissed and a Tear escaped her eye. The Voice was right, she thought. She couldn't expect that from the Brunette, she couldn't expect it from anyone.