Turn Back Time

Chapter 1

SLAM!!!!!!!!
If Emma hadn't been so infuriatingly mad she might have actually been proud the door almost came off its hinges.
Emma began to pace around her room.
It's all their fault. I mean, why would they even want to remember today? It was the day their kingdom was basically destroyed, but aren't parents supposed to remember their kids birthday?
Emma's breathing started to pick up, and her pacing grew faster.
Snow didn't even look at me this morning.
She could feel she was on the midst of a panic attack. She had them a lot as a teenager so she tried and failed to do the techniques she learned over the years.
Who would want me? What the Snow Queen said was true I was just to blind to see it. Pathetic. Worthless. Broken. Alone.
Those words kept playing like a mantra in her head.
Emma couldn't seem to get enough air in her lungs. Her hands were pulling her hair so hard that if she pulled any harder she would certainly pull chunks of it out.
That was how Snow found her. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. She found Emma in the fetal position as far away from the door as she possibly could get.
Snow kneeled gently on the floor next to Emma.      
"Emma, sweetie look at me." Snow said gently.
Emma didn't even acknowledge that she was there.
Snow tried again, but this time with more force.
"Emma listen to me. Take deep breaths." She said with a lot more confidence than she felt.
It was no use. Whatever Snow said came through muddled. It was like she was underwater. The more Snow talked the worse Emma's breathing got.
When Snow put her hand on Emma's shoulder it was like a spell had been completed.
The instant Snows hand touched her there was a blinding white hot light surrounding Emma. No not surrounding Emma, the light was coming from Emma. 
It was so bright that Snow had to look away. When Snow turned to look after what felt like hours, but really was only seconds. She couldn't believe her eyes.
On the floor where her fully grown daughter previously lay was a little girl. The girl could only be thirteen or fourteen, but there was no denying it.
The girl on the floor was Emma Swan