Captain Swan: Teenage Years

Chapter 11

    Killian came back the following morning. He kissed me on the cheek and sat beside me. He looked tired per usual. I was so sorry for him, for putting him through my shitty life. He took my hand and that is when I noticed, his hand was bleeding... a lot.

    "Killian, why is your hand bleeding?!"

    "What do you mean, LoOoOoVvVvEeEe?"

     He starting swirling in my head, his voice became muffled while all I saw was blood dripping from the ceiling. Everything became red.

     I woke up screaming my head off. Nurses were all around me trying to figure out what was going on. Killian rushed in and held me, but I didn't hug him back. I immediately took his hands and inspected it with every ounce of my being. He was ok. I look back up to Killian's worried eyes as a tear rolls down my cheek. He cups my face and begins to kiss my tears away. He rocks me back and forth while the nurses leave.

     "Em, what happened?"

     "You were gone... everything was just... gone."

     "I'm not going anywhere, love. I'm always gonna be here for you."

      I was tired, that is for sure. He stroked my back gently, calming me from my just recent anxiety attack. I looked up to him and kissed his cheek and leaned my forehead against his. I looked at the clock beside me and saw I have been sleeping all day. It is already one in the afternoon. I know it was an early release day for the school, yet it still surprises me how Killian managed to get here so quick just  to visit me.

     My dad comes into the room, ignoring how Killian and I were having a moment and starts blabbering about shit I could care less about. Killian gets off of me and returns to the seat closest to my bed.

     "Emma, I just checked you out. You are coming home with me now and will start school tomorrow. Understood?"

     "Understood."

     "I'm sorry Killian, but you must leave now. Emma has to get her vitals taken before she leaves and your mother called asking for your presence at dinner."

     "Bye Em." He smiles at me.

     "Bye Killian."

     Eventually I end up back at my own house. My mother greets me with a big hug on the verge of crying, while I just stifle a sigh at how my mother is so over protective. Don't get me wrong, I love her, yet even in small cases she can't seem to think of me none other than a baby. I put my books and such into my room and that is when I notice tons of papers on my bed. I look to see that they are 'get better' and 'feel well' cards from tons of old people... also known as my relatives. I smile a bit and head back downstairs after I notice a delicious smell. I walk downstairs and see my mother cooking one of my favorite meals, probably in honor of me returning home, grilled cheese. I walk up behind my mom and hug her and kiss her cheek, whispering an almost inaudible 'thank you'. She kisses my forehead and smiles her usual smile, showing her perfectly white and straight teeth.

     I eat my dinner quickly, enjoying the wonderful taste of the melty cheese. My father looks at me and smiles shaking his head and stifles a laugh as I gobble my way through another two sandwiches. Before I know it, it is time to get ready for bed.

    My parents both tuck me in and kiss me goodnight. They turn off my light as I lay down to go to sleep, yet I have other plans. I turn on my phone light and begin reading a book since I'm not tired at all. I loose track of time, like I usually do, and find myself actually getting ready for bed at midnight. I'm just about to get into bed when I hear a tapping and thud on my window. I move closer assuming I left the window open a crack. That is when I hear a crash and my window breaks. I scream as I hit my head against the wall. My father rushes in and turns on the lights. The glass from the window is everywhere, while I am in a giant shirt and pajama shorts. I quickly get up as my father slowly investigates. I find a rock on my bed assuming that is what broke the window. There is a note on the rock.

     "If you want to stay alive, stop seeing K"

     I quickly rip the note off of the rock and hide it away.

     "Hey dad, here's a rock. This must've broken my window." He nods in response, taking it and examining it as if it were a dead body.

     My dad ushers me into his room, where I set up an air mattress to sleep on. I fall asleep dreaming of blood.

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Hello lovelies! I'm have decided that I will start writing this story more often... rather than like one chapter per year... oops. Well, it's me so you should expect this. Hope you enjoy the chapter. Stay tuned for more! Please comment, like, and tell your other OUAT obsessed friends!
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