Undesired Help – Chapter 1 – The Doctor

A/N: Yes, I know I have Everything She Wants in process now, but this story will not affect that one, or vice versa. This story may get a little dark, so you have been warned. I hope you enjoy this! Also, I do not own any of the characters.

Emma said goodbye to her happiness a long time ago. She knew she could never be happy, not when her parents clearly didn't want her to. Why else would they just dump her on the side of freeway? She thought about going against her parent's wishes a long time ago, but it was pointless. This is the life they had given her when they abandoned her.

She was tired of her new life, tired of fighting over food, tired of fighting for herself. She was just exhausted. That's why she was sitting on the edge of a very secluded bridge. Contemplating her life. The wind was strong and cold, but she didn't care. Maybe there was blissfulness in death that she couldn't find in life. She knew the odds of that being true were slim to none, but she didn't have any other choices. Her life sucked.

"Emma." She heard a voice call out to her, but she ignored it, looking down at the raging waters, sixty feet beneath her.

It started to rain very heavily. She was glad for that. It made it easier to tune out the voice that was calling for her. It also made it easier for her to hide her now streaming tears.

"What are you doing here, Neal?" She shouted over the rain, finally giving into the persistence of her foster-brother.

Neal was more like her brother than any of the other kids that were in her household. She considered him family. She hated the fact that he knew who she really was. He knew her better than she even knew herself. He was the only family she had; he was the reason she hadn't jumped yet.

"You know why I'm here, Emma." The boy replied.

Emma scoffed. "To stop me? Why?" She asked.

"Come down and I'll tell you." He answered.

Emma grumbled something inaudible and reluctantly climbed down, almost slipping before she made it to the bottom. Neal hugged her and his quiet sobs could be heard.

"I'm still going back up there, Neal. I just don't feel like shouting." She said, pulling away from her brother. "Now tell me why you're here." She added, looking him straight in the eyes.

"I followed you here. I want you to get help Emma." She glared at him before he put his hands up defensively. "Hear me out before you get pissed. I know life in the system is shitty, but one more year and we'll be out of it, Ems. I know how hard it is, especially for you, but you have to talk to someone, Emma. I can't lose you. You're the only family I have." He practically whispered the last part.

"Who could I go to for help, Neal? Who's going to help me?" The blonde cried as she fell to the ground, feeling completely broken beyond hope.

Neal knelt next to her and embraced her, holding her while she let out all of her bottled up emotions. "I know someone who can help you." He stated easily. "Come on."

With that Emma got up and unwillingly followed her brother to wherever it was he was taking her. They reached what she recognized as the building where everyone from social services worked. She would remember this building for the rest of her life. It's where they dropped her off when they didn't want her anymore. She's seen this building more times than she could care to count.

"Really, Neal? This is the last place I want to be." She stated, looking up at the building she resented.

"We're going to talk to your social worker; she'll get someone to talk to you as soon as possible. A therapist." Neal explained, expecting defiance.

"Are you fucking serious, Neal? A therapist? This is bullshit. He's not going to care; he'll just put me on medication that we can't afford. This is a waste of time, Neal, and you know it." Yup there was the defiance.

"Just give it a chance; people wouldn't be therapists if they didn't want to help." Neal pleaded.

Emma sighed. "Fine, lead the way."

Neal smiled and led her to an elevator and quickly pressed the floor to take them to the third floor. As soon as the elevator sounded, letting them know they were on the requested floor, Neal stepped out with Emma following behind him.

He knocked on the social workers door, Sidney Glass was his name. Emma forgot how much she hated the man.

"Ah, Emma, another family returning you?" He asked coldly.

Emma scowled and would've punched if Neal hadn't been there to hold her hand, keeping her grounded. So instead she smiled at him.

"No, I'd like to see a therapist." She said through gritted teeth.

Sidney looked surprised, he'd seen a lot from Emma, but he had never seen her ask for help before. He motioned for her to enter his office.

"Please, have a seat. There are two therapists in Storybrooke who are more than willing to take on another patient, now tell me, would you be more comfortable seeing a female or a male therapist?" He asked, ruffling around the papers on his desk looking for patient applications.

"A female, most definitely." She answered, knowing that she wouldn't be able to open up to male, even if he was a doctor, she had a very difficult time trusting men, and with good reason.

"Right." Sidney stated simply, "I just need you to fill in these papers." He said, handing her the request forms.

"Alright." She quickly filled in all of her information and signed on the dotted line, feeling like she was signing her life away.

She handed the papers back to Mister Glass and he faxed them over to the therapist's office right away. "Okay Miss Swan, if you head upstairs to the fourth floor, make a left, the third door on your right will be Doctor Mills' office will be right there." He explained.

He got up to lead them out of the room and was still pleasantly surprised that Emma Swan had come in to get help. He smiled to himself, silently gloating that he would be the one to indirectly help a lost girl.

A/N: Okay, so that's it for the first chapter! Next chapter we'll be meeting Doctor Mills. Ha! That should be fun. I really do hope you guys like this so please review and let me know! And we will be delving into Emma's past, which is a very rocky road. Please review! It would really mean a lot to me.