Nightmares ~ a Captain Swan fic

Chapter One ~Emma~

Sometimes I think it's real. But them I wake up in a cold sweat in my apartment at Granny's. It takes me usually fifteen minutes before I can calm down, before my breathing goes back to normal. I always attempt to go back to sleep, but I almost never can. And when I do, it happens again. All I see is Killian's heart. In Gold's hand. Then Gold squeezes the heart. It's mostly a nice shade of red with a bit of darkness in the center. I scream and try to run to Killian, but I can't. It's like someone put a freezing spell on me, the kind Pan did when Rumple killed him and himself-also the kind that Gold put on me when Snow and me were at the clocktower, trying to save Killian. Anyways, I watch helplessly, screaming and crying hysterically-which I have never done in my life-as I watch the heart disintegrate into ash and watch Killian's lifeless body flop to the ground. Afterwards, nothingness. Today I wake up at around six, and since I know I won't be able to go back to sleep (not that I really want to) I decide to start my day early. I get out of bed and get dressed silently. A gray long sleeve and jeans with my favorite red leather jacket. I don't bother brushing my hair. Finally, I slip on my brown boots then head out.
It's been a week since Killian has gotten his heart back. Since he kissed me passionately and whispered to me. "I told you Swan. I'm a survivor." The words play over and over again in my head as I try to quietly walk down the creaking steps. The last time I got up early a step creaked so loudly I woke up Neal. Of course, since I woke up Neal, I woke up everyone who was trying to sleep in that Saturday morning. Needless to say, Henry, Snow, and Charming weren't the happiest with me that day.
I'm able to make it downstairs and out the door without waking anyone up. Taking a sigh of relief, I start to walk down the sidewalk. It's still dark out with the faintest hint of light coming from the sky. I continue to walk as I look around me. Everything is quiet and quaint, perfect adjectives for a small town. I continue to walk when I suddenly find myself at the docks.
"Very funny." I tell Fate. This is so ironic I almost laugh. After I contain myself, I decide to walk up and down the docks. Maybe when I get back me and Henry can get some hot chocolate-with cinnamon.
As I'm walking, I notice the picnic tables that sit along the edge of the docks. However, in the faint light. I can make out a dark silhouette laying horizontal on the top of one of the tables. Curious, I creep towards it, as quietly as I can muster. Squinting my eyes and getting closer, the form begins to take shape. It becomes more...human like? Who the hell in their right mind would be sleeping on a picnic table? I notice whoever's feet hanging off the edge of the table. Their head is laying on their right arm. As I get closer, the form moves a bit. I quickly and cautiously dive behind a stack of crates. The figure-or person?- makes a sound. No, wait. It's talking. I strain my ears to hear it. What I hear makes my heart stop and my blood run cold.
"No...not Emma..."