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Dream
She must have been dreaming; this couldn't possibly be real.
She'd escaped, yes, someone had helped her. A man, dressed as a nurse, she never seen him before, but he helped her. Then she was sent to Mr. Gold. There'd been so much kindness in his eyes and sadness. He'd called her Belle, but that wasn't her name, was it?
Close but not quite…
She trusted him, followed him in to the woods… but then nothing
She was here now; she was in pain. It was like her dreams to skip from one scene to the next. Her shoulder hurt. And there're was the man again, Mr. Gold.
He called her Belle. Her name wasn't Belle.
He healed her with a touch, and held fire in his hand. Surely she must be dreaming.
Was she dreaming? She couldn't tell… things don't hurt so much in dreams.
Mr. Gold is not a man she dreams of. Almost like him but not quite. She doesn't know anyone in this dream world. She is alone.
But he is here.
Who is he?
He can't be here, though, he's gone. He made her leave.
This isn't real.
They let her ride in an ambulance. She's not tied to a cot and she's glad. She doesn't like to be tied down. She's free, she's dreaming, and she doesn't want to wake up.
The ambulance takes them to a hospital, the hospital. Even in her dreams she can never stay away.
Someone takes her by the arm and she struggles to make them let go. She doesn't want to go back. She' was free; wasn't she?
"Belle!" the man calls out again. It's not her name but almost close.
They don't take her to that room, and she knows she's dreaming. Still, she's tired so she lies down and tries to sleep knowing full well where she'll wake up.
Her dreams change. She's still there but not herself in a world different from what she knows. He is there to… but, who is he?
He kisses her and she feels something she's known before. And it's almost there but not quite.
She doesn't want to wake up but her eyes open none the less.
She's still dreaming; He's there.
Who is he?
Then he's gone, for what seems like such a long time. The world is a lessening fog as she feels drugs start to kick into her blood stream. There are clouds around her vision, pretty clouds.
But they wear off soon and he returns.
But it's not him.
Who is he?
He has a cup with him this time, a chipped cup; it's broken like her, like him, and it's familiar. She doesn't like this though. He dream is trying to trick her. The man is not him, and she is not who he says she is. This is a dream, and she wants it to end. She wasn't him to leave. She wants him to let her go.
He tells her to focus on the cup, but she can't focus; this is all too much. It's just as dream. Things don't hurt this much in dreams. And she' wants him to go…
Crash!
The cup is gone.
Then, so is he.
Who is he?
A/N: I had to vent about the current Rumbelle situation, and somehow this made it better for me. And personally i'm really curious about Belle's Storybrooke presona (if she actually has a mental problem or if she been hopped up on drugs to make her that way) Anyways i hope you found this interesting, at least. Review! - Song;)