A/N: Okay, I have another story up besides this one, so I'm sorry if this one takes longer to update this one because I want to finish the other first.
Once Upon a Deal
I am the child who dealt with the awful experiences at a very young age. Those who dared to ask "what do you know?" brought me a sense of rage, because I knew a whole hell of a lot more than they ever could imagine. I solved my problems with my bare fists when provoked; that's how we all solve our problems where I grew up.
Then, as I got older, I didn't want any of my harmful and psychologically disturbing experiences to ever be seen again. So, I became the person who wanted to save every lost animal, every injured thing they came across. I took satisfaction in their happiness, thinking mine was already corrupt and over.
Cautious as I've ever been, when rebellion thrusted itself within me! Unlike Alice, I dug my own rabbit hole. My own deep, narrow, secret hole that only he and I could possibly share now. For being so careful, I must admit the current situation is quite paradoxically. Rather than stand by and sit sulking at what I could not save from death or painful experience, I turned the other way one day. I stopped wondering what it was like to be the one currently in misery and how it dragged those poor souls to the earth.
Instead, I played a game. The most dangerous game and I've found myself to be fairly genius at it. That game was life, with a catch of course; two of them in fact. My game started when I signed one catch, a contract, a deal between me and him. His game began when I made him sign the other catch. So, I suppose what's funny about it and perhaps a mystery to all, myself included...is how, at the bottom of that deep rabbit hole, did I end up here, lying next to the very man who almost took my life? How did I come to share a bed with Rumpelstiltskin?