Because of Nightmares
Chapter Four
So this... this is what dying feels like. Your body was nothing; barely even skin and bones.
Maybe Regina was right. I am a monster. I mean my dreams lately. They've been the same for months now. It's always me standing in front of one person. One man. A man with a hook. He cries out to me but I can't do anything. There is another man. A very powerful man and he call himself my creator. No matter what I tried I always obeyed him. This whole town. All of Storybrooke was dead at my feet. I carried no emotions for a spell I was under. I wanted to cry out.
You slowly feel yourself slip into the darkness
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After a year of searching we found nothing. Not even a hint of her being here. Now days I spend my time in Emma's arms. They all say that we will find her, but I know this is just them trying to make me feel better.
As I was walking through the town; I stopped at the cemetery. I suddenly have this feeling, and this wasn't just any feeling either. This was the feeling I got when I was around her. Following this feeling it led me to a certain mausoleum everyone knew a bit to well. I went deep into the grave traveling deeper and deeper within. With Emma already on her way, the deeper I got the worse this feeling got.
I stopped at a door at the end of a hall. I had never been this far down in the mausoleum. I heard footsteps approaching; I turned around to see the Charmings' and Emma.
Killian was standing in front of a door that none of us had seen. I walked up to him; I've never seen him this terrified before. I take his hand in mine as we open the door slowly together. I don't know if I just wanted to see (y/n) on the other side and Killian happy again, but I knew for sure that I did not want anything bad to be on the other side of this door. When the door opened I saw something I never wanted to see.