Death Love Life-Swanqueen

by longlivetheEvilQueen

AU Emma finds herself starting a new part of her life and has no clue what to do. She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. She also had dark brown eyes, a small but strong figure and an air about her that told me that she has power and knows how to use it in very painful ways but I sure hoped that she didn't. That tiny bit of hope got smashed by a fifty-pound sledge.

1. Chapter 1

Hey there, this is my first fanfiction. I'm writing my first book and I thought it would be cool to put the Once characters into my story. Hope you like it. It is going to be a Swanqueen story. If you don't like it then don't read it. I have no beta so all grammer/spelling errors are my own

Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon A Time. The amazing Eddie and Adam do. I get nothing from this than my own happiness.

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-Prologue-

Everything changed for me the day I died. I mean it's kind of an odd experience opening your eyes and seeing everyone you love around you mourning your death and not being able to touch them, or talk to them. They can't even see you. But I still tried to get their attention to tell them that I was there, and that I was okay, but none of them could hear me. At the time i still haden't realized that I had died, at least not until I saw my own body lying on a hospitial bed hooked up to a bunch of machines, and one machine in particular had a flat green line on it.

That's why my family was freaking out. I mean my body looked like a mess, I had gauze wrapped around my head to staunch the blood flowing from a head wound, my left arm from the elbow down was in a black cast, and a whole bunch more cuts on the rest of my body. It looked like I had been mauled by a hundred tiny lions, that thought that I was their scratching post. My blonde hair was a mess as usual, so that was no surprise. I have a wirey, small frame, and to top it all off I was wearing a pink hospital gown. Bottom line, I looked terriable.

Well on that cheerful note, I suppose that I should introduce myself. My name is Emma Swan and I'm, well was, sixteen years old, you know before I died.

When I realized that I was dead I diden't want to believe it, I hoped that I was dreaming. But I wasn't. So I just stood there, tryinng to come to terms with the fact that my life, as I knew it, was over. And that there was nothing that I could do to change that. No matter how badly I wanted to.

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Thanks for reading! XD

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