Psycho

Written by: Adventure-Seeking-Juliet

When: Listening to Florence + the Machine

Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time, blah blah blah, yada yada yada, you know the drill.

A/N Belle finally overcomes the effects of her confinement in the psych ward, and with the help of some other captives, escapes. However, they find themselves becoming desperate souls...who will do anything to avoid being captured. Even kill. Lots of Rumbelle! So, this is the third installment in the Once Upon a Time Series I've started (it is preceded by Chipping Cups and My Heroine.) However, it CAN stand alone. If you read, please review! Also, if you're interested, I have written another OUAT fic, Spinning Gold. Now, please enjoy~

Part One~ Watching the Wheel~ Belle

Sometimes I felt as though I was watching a wheel spin, and the more it spun, the more I could remember.

But I wasn't the one spinning; it was someone else. He was dark, manevolent, but he never harmed me.

I wasn't afraid of him, if anything, I cared for him, despite the evil.

I think it was love...maybe. I'm not really sure, because I cannot remember what it feels like to be loved.

All I knew was that I was locked away because I was crazy. I had to take medicine, even in my confinement, to fix me. Or, at least, that was what the nurse said.

It was really hard to recall things when they gave me "my medicine." Once, every other day, a man and a woman would come into my room. The woman injected me, and the man would hold me down so I couldn't struggle.

No matter how much I fought, I couldn't stop them. I just wasn't strong enough. But I never gave up. If they were always going to win, they deserved a few scars.

On the days they weren't injecting me, they would place pills in my cell, with my food.

I hated the pills even more than the injections- they made me forget everything. The injections just made me docile.

If I was ever going to escape, I'd have to find a way around the pills.

Of course, when I tried to just not take them, the man and the woman would stuff them down my throat.

It took me about two months before I learned a way to keep my memory up.

I started by chipping all of the cups they brought with my food. I don't really remember why- all of the medications took my ability to remember away,

But eventually, I could recall snippets, just phrases and words.

"All you'll have is an empty heart and a chipped cup," was the first.

Then," I watch the wheel to help me forget..." and others followed. Sometimes, they were things I had said, but other times it would be something said by someone else.

It was when the man and the woman came to inject me that I recalled the two things that finally convinced me to leave.

They were yelling at me, saying I was schizophrenic. The woman never even called me by name. She called me schizo.

As I bit down on her arm, the phrase," True love's kiss can break any curse," flew to my mind.

I hadn't said it- someone cruel had. Not my evil one, but someone heartless.

The Queen.

As they injected me, one more phrase entered my head," Do the brave thing and bravery will follow."

So, I did.

The next day, I woke up to my usual breakfast of soggy eggs, a cold biscuit, two pills, and a cup of water.

Figuring out how to get past this wasn't as hard as I had thought it would be.

I placed the pills under my tongue. They dissolved a bit, but not enough. The taste was terrible.

Then, after pretending to gulp down my water, I bit into my biscuit. Using my tongue, I moved the pills onto it.

I was quick, but I was shaking.

After placing them there, I ate my breakfast as usual. When I was done, I snatched the pills back and tucked them into a small "pocket" I had created in my white hospital scrubs.

Then I inspected my tray for anything I could use for a weapon. Sadly, the plastic fork wouldn't go very far.

When I found nothing, my worry threatened to overwhelm me, until I manged to remember my secret pocket.

I was lucky- they only wash our scrubs if they have to. So, I had hidden a shard of a cup I had broken long ago in my pocket.

It was the only weapon I had.

I spent my day resting and eating as much as I could, just to get my strength up.

I would act early the next morning, at the time of the injection.

My nerves made it impossible to sleep. Without the pills, more and more was coming back to me. My name was- is Belle. The man who spun the wheel was Rumpelstiltskin.

He pushed me away. He was not going to save me...I would have to save myself.

I was never very sure of the time since there were no clocks in my cell, but I know I fell asleep early in the morning. My dreams were uneasy; visions of a terrible world where the Evil Queen ruled everything flitted through my brain.

I only awoke when the door to my cell was opened by the nurse and her henchman later in the day. I panicked, unsure of my plan.

So, I stayed perfectly still on my "bed" next to the window. I was waiting for them to come to me.

They called out as they entered, trying to wake me, but I did not respond.

By the time the nurse was within reach, I was jumping out of my skin with fear. My adrenaline was kicking in, and my body was becoming impatient for action.

I tried to hold out to the last possible minute, keeping one eye slightly open. I had my shard clenched in my fist. I only hoped it was enough.

The woman drew her arm back, pulling the liquid into the syringe- then I jumped. I quickly slipped off of my bed, my feet hitting the ground gently, then before I could change my mind, I grabbed the woman by her wrist so she couldn't inject me.

I had to act fast. She was stronger than me, and behind her, the man was quickly moving in on me.

I took the shard and jabbed upward, straight for her neck. I was never one for physical violence, but I have to admit I felt a barely restrained joy at making one of my captors suffer.

It punctured her throat, and she made a terrible gagging noise, blood pouring from her neck.

I pulled the syringe from her hand just as she began to fall toward the ground.

The man would be a bigger problem. Without my shard, I had no weapon.

Except for the syringe.

I stared up at him. He was big, but slow.

I didn't know where to aim the needle- but I knew it had to be somewhere that would be painful. I jumped- slamming the end of it into his eye, just as his huge arms clenched around me.

I struggled not to scream as he fell, taking me with him. The force of gravity pulling us backward only served to shove the needle further into his eye.

He screamed, his hands left me to cover his face, and I took the chance to swipe the room key off his belt, and the gun.

I ran to the door, excitement and fear leading me. It took me two swipes of the card to get it to open, and by that time, the woman was up and moving again.

But I merely grinned and slammed the door as I hard as I could behind me. It could only open from the outside.

I was almost free.

A/N Sorry for violence, but it was needed, I'm afraid. It can't be easy to escape a psych ward. Please leave a nice review. :)