A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for delays and such. I've just not felt motivated, I do apologize. But I've been cranking things out andddd this was supposed to be a typical lyric influenced thing, but it was like way over my usual word type, it still is, but I do think it'll be very interesting. I'm enjoying it so far! This is Other Worlds than These by Starset. It's talking about extraterrestrials, but I think it fits in with OUAT just as well! Enjoy :)

Ten feet tall behind your wall

Emma sighed as she threw her keys down. She hated this job. Being a bail bondsperson was not really what she had in mind for a job when she said she needed to get her life together. She had built her walls so high up, never let anyone in her social circle. She lived alone, never had family, friends, nor a lover. She knew that she'd be better off that way.

She walked into her apartment and slipped off her red leather jacket, tossing it over the couch. She wasn't the most neat person, yet she wasn't the messiest either. She looked at the pot of coffee she had put on earlier that morning, left on the counter. The blonde didn't even know why she made such a big pot anyways; it was just her and she only had one cup of coffee in the morning.

She grabbed the pot and poured the dark, now cold liquid out into the sink. Emma watched the drain suck up all of the coffee. She just sat the glass pot in the sink, not even bothering to clean it yet. She'd just do it in the morning.

Emma went over to the couch and sat down, only to hear her phone ringing.

"Somebody better be fucking dead." she muttered. The woman in her late 20s grabbed the phone and hit the answer button.

"Swan." she answered the phone, clearly agitated.

"Swan. It's Jason." her boss said over the phone.

"Yes… I'm aware of you, Jason. What can I do for ya?"

"I need you to work tomorrow." Emma immediately stood up from her seat from the couch.

Telling yourself that you're not small

"What?! Tomorrow is my only day off until next week! There's no way in hell you're gonna call me in on my day off." she growled into the phone as she walked over to the wall next to the door, leaning against the white drywall.

"Watch it, Miss Swan." he warned. "You will come in tomorrow or you're fired." he hung up the phone. Emma felt like she was going to explode.

"Fuck!" she yelled and threw her phone at the wall, shattering the screen. She huffed angrily, glaring daggers at the now broken cellular device. She couldn't believe it. She was pushing way over forty hours a week, it was bullshit. She planned to actually sleep in tomorrow. She closed her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks. She wasn't sad, she was angry; these were angry tears. Her life was shit and she knew it. She couldn't stand the way she lived. Something had to change.

Roll yourself into a tight ball

Emma's body sank down from her standing position. She brought her knees up to her chest and tucked her head between her legs and chest, letting the tears fall. She had every right to be upset about this. She needed a day off, no question about it.

The next morning, Emma woke up when her alarm decided to go off. She groaned and slapped the button on top, shutting the loud and obnoxious noise off. She sighed loudly as she ripped the messy covers off of her. She felt like crying again. She just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. She looked at the clock. An hour and she would have to be at that shit office until she had to go hunt someone down for not contacting their parole officer, get into a whole chase scene and have nothing but swears-possibly weapons- aimed at her.

You can't be lost if you've gone AWOL

"You know what? Fuck it. I'm getting my damn day off." Emma said. She smiled to herself for making this decision, she worked her ass off and she deserved this. If Jason needed her that bad, he wouldn't fire her at all. He threatened to fire her all the time, but it never happened.

Emma quickly jumped in the shower, throwing on a white cotton tank top, skinny jeans and her brown leather boots. She slipped on her red leather jacket as well for a comfort tool, she loved it and it went with all of her clothes. She towel dried her hair and would let it just air dry through the rest of the day.

The blonde moved into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. She frowned as she didn't see the pot in the machine. She turned and saw it in the sink. She huffed in annoyance as she started washing it.

You've never had one question

She didn't even bother asking herself why she didn't just clean it the previous night. She knew it was just pure laziness. She dried it, filled it with water and then put it in the machine. Emma stopped and frowned; it was too quiet. She walked over to the tv remote and turned the news on, making the quiet in her apartment disappear.

The blonde glanced at the moving picture as she made a nice, hot pot of coffee. She opened her cabinet and grabbed a mug to pour her coffee into. She shut the cabinet and started to pour her coffee. She kept pouring and locked eyes on the tv, watching the weather so she'd know how it'd be, she did it every morning.

"Ah! Fuck!" she hissed as the coffee overpoured onto her hand. She dropped the mug and ceramic shattered everywhere. She closed her eyes and shook her hand, hoping to shake the pain out of her hand. She brought it up to her mouth and sucked on the hurt flesh. Emma wished she would've just paid attention, she could've prevented the event from happening if she just would've paid attention.

So comfortable living life so certain

Emma grabbed a broom and swept the broken ceramic up and dumped it into the trash. She sighed at the now cooled down coffee all over the floor. She took a wet rag and started to wipe up the mess she had made. This day was going to shit, big time. Emma threw the now wet coffee stained rag into the sink and sighed.

The blonde woman decided to just skip the coffee and go watch the news on the couch. The screen showed the black smog of the different factories in Boston. Emma rolled her eyes at this. It was Boston, Boston had close to seven hundred thousand people in it alone, there was bound to be pollution. She turned the tv off and just stared at the black screen.

She hated this life. It was not the path she would've chosen. She had been to jail, given birth to a child, gave the child up and now she was living alone in Boston working a shitty job. Emma knew she could get out, but just didn't know how, nor when to do it. Emma didn't know what to do. She was lonely, yet nobody seeked her out and she wasn't about to seek someone out either. She wasn't that desperate.

Let me tell you about this then

The blonde pulled herself off of the couch and into the kitchen to get some of the coffee. She figured she needed some to make it through this boring day. The woman had to get out of her own head. She made it past the tiny, cluttered counter before everything went black.

Water trickling awoke Emma. She gasped and looked around. Tall pine trees surrounded her, towering over her like the skyscrapers in Boston. Birds were chirping, flying overhead. But these birds were different from the stupid pigeons from Boston. These birds were colorful and full of life, doing different maneuvers in the air, trying to outdo each other. Colorful fish in the water swam with ease through different shaped rocks beneath. The water was crystal clear, Emma could see her reflection or the bottom of the lake if she decided to look further than her reflection. Emma thought she was dreaming, how could she have possibly gone from her kitchen to this...forest.

No one really knows the truth

"Where the fuck am I?" she whispered to herself. The blonde stood up from the spot on the ground. Nothing hurt, which Emma was very glad about. She looked over and saw a beautiful, well tended to apple tree in a large garden. She smiled to herself, she felt famished. Emma's hunger got the better of her. It always did. Hunger controlled her so much at this point that she completely missed a dark castle to her left. She walked up to the tree, admiring the tree. She didn't get much of this in Boston so it was important she admired the beauty before being ripped out of her dream. She knew this had to be a dream, it was all too pretty to be real.

Emma raised her hand and placed it upon a perfect red apple. She plucked it from the tree and held it at eye level. She could see her own reflection in the shiny apple. She could also see a woman standing behind her. The woman smiled once she saw Emma's eyes widen in the reflection in the apple.

"Hello dear." the woman purred in the blonde's ear, making the younger woman drop the apple and spin around to see a stunning brunette. Emma had fear written all over her face. She had no idea who this woman was or what was even going on.

No, not you

To be continued...