Funny How Fast Life Changes

Thoughts To Herself

Emma stood on the side of a wet road. Rain was pouring hard and everything was dark except for a few dim streetlights. In a distance she saw two large figures approaching a rather young couple.

"Watch out!" Emma tried to yell but her warning came out as only a whisper. The dark figures demanded money and one was getting awfully close to the woman. Her husband tried to defend her, but the dark figure pulled out a gun. Shots were fired and the two dark shadows escaped with the money and other valuables. Emma approached the young couple now laying in a pool of blood. She cried out and sobbed. Her parents laid there lifeless. They were gone.

The scene changed. Now Emma was watching Neal driving a small black car. He had bought it a year after buying the yellow bug. He used this car for work only. Neal bobbed his head and hummed to his favorite song playing on the radio, making Emma laugh. Next to him on the seat was a small box labeled: For Emma. Neal always stopped to get her something if he got out of work early. Multiple times Emma had told him it wasn't necessary, but Neal insisted. He said she deserved the whole world if he could afford it.

Suddenly, a white bright light shone from the driver's seat window.

"No!" Emma yelled, knowing exactly what would come next.

Neal's eyes widened as he noticed the car approaching him rapidly. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he tried jerking the car out of the way, but it was too late. The other car slammed on his side and he banged his head several times. Then the car flipped over. Emma cried out, but there wasn't anything she could do. 

She soon realized she was tossing and turning in her bed. She was breathing quickly. It was just another one of those recurring nightmares. She had not been at neither of those incidents but her imagination loved to take her on the horrible journey of living through it.

She placed a hand on her forehead and realized it was hot and covered in sweat. Her digital clock told her it was a little after 4 AM. Emma sighed and tossed the covers aside. She knew she wasn't going to be able to sleep that well again so she got up and headed for the kitchen.

She made herself a cup of tea. As she sipped her tea she eyed a box sitting below her desk. It held all the information on the case she and Killian had been working on. She walked over and crouched down. If she was awake might as well get some work done. She took off the box's lid and prepared to pull out some folders when she remembered what Killian had said to her a few days ago. About her being so immersed in her work to escape her problems.

Slowly she slid the clear door opened and stepped onto her balcony. As she sat down and continued to sip her tea she realized how much better she felt already. She thought about the deaths of her parents and Neal. Why was she so prone to losing people. It made her afraid to get too close to anybody. Sure she was friends with Mary Margaret, but she was afraid one day MM would leave her alone. For years she had spent all her time working long days even holidays if given the chance. Honestly Emma felt that if she never remembered her past then nothing could hurt her. Killian's words kept echoing in her head. She deserved to live. She let out a sigh because she thought of how afraid she was. She didn't think getting hurt again was going to do her well. As long as she kept people far away and she didn't care about them then there was no way to get hurt.

But of course that wasn't a good way too live. Maybe she should give it a chance. Maybe she should try and relax a little bit. She spent the next couple of hours thinking about her past and what upset her. She appreciated the stillness of the city lights as she thought to herself.

Then she starting about recent events. How she hated change because of the horrible things it brought her and how having a new partner wasn't as bad as she initially thought. It was a...good change for once. Suddenly she remembered the picture that Killian had drawn of her. Why would he have drawn her? Did he just find her interesting or was it something more? She shook her head not wanting to assume he liked her or anything. He was probably just bored and drew her. He was excellent at drawing things she thought as she recalled the one he drew of the city. The fact that he had given up on his dream was really depressing. He deserved to be known for his talent.

Emma watched the beauty of the sunrise and smiled. She would have never sat out here if it weren't for Killian and she probably wouldn't have ever seen such a beautiful sight. She made a mental note of thanking him later for that.

Thinking about Killian's talent once more she got an idea. A way to thank him. But she would need the help of Regina and Mary Margaret. She laughed wondering if it was even a good idea but decided she would do it anyways. Hopefully he liked it.

Emma walked back inside her apartment and looked at the time. It was still pretty early, but she was not sleepy or worried anymore. She took her time getting ready for work and continued to think more about her plan. The more she thought about it the more she decided that Killian was going to love it.

Okay so I will update the next final chapters during this week. What do you guys think Emma is planning for Killian? I'd love to see your predictions.