Chapter 2: Thoughts

When I got home I decided against eating dinner. Instead I ran up to my bedroom and plopped down on the bed. Staring up at my ceiling I began to think.

My dad/Gold/Rumplestilskin didn't know the real me. Nor would he ever. You need to realize something. I have multiple personalities. Two of which reside in Fairy Land. The other one isn't really me at all, but how Regina wanted me to be. Or how she thought she wanted me to be. I annoy her more now then ever. HA HA HA!

Let's start with the one you know and love: Curse Personality. This one is sarcastic, and loves to annoy people. It never takes anything seriously and loves doing anything that dad wants it to NOT do. I don't like this one. It isn't really me.

Outside Fairy Tale Personality: This one is quiet, obedient, and the perfect lady. It's history is that it is an orphan who the queen so kindly took in *note sarcasm*. She is a law abiding citizen and hardly does anything wrong.

Truth: This one is the truth so I will call it Baeltiasi or Tiasi. This is the name that my 'mother' gave me. She was Rumplestilskin's wife before he went all creepy, and she left him. This all happened after the 'queen' took me in. Long story for another time. In fact I wouldn't even remember this name if it weren't for the fact Daddy Gold didn't call me this when he was A)Not in public or B)Not annoyed with me. Kathleen is the name the queen thought suitable for me…

So on with the personality: Tiasi is careful, observant. Ready to make a deal and always taking information in. In short the spitting image of Rumplestilskin, down to the crazy hair. Except mine is longer. This is the one I must try hardest to keep in check, for it is my instinct.

I was torn from my thoughts by the slamming of the front door. "Baeltiasi? You had dinner yet?"

"No."

"You feel like making dinner?" Of course, he knows how to cook in Fairy Tale land but not in Storybrooke!

"All magic comes with a price!" I mimicked his Rumplestilskin voice.

"Not food."

"Storybrooke has changed you." I yelled as I got up from my bed and slid down the banister.

"Don't slide down the banister, and you see straight hair, of course it had changed me!"

"You sounded like me just then! I am proud that I am rubbing off on you!"

He rolled his eyes, sat down at the kitchen table, and looked up at me expectantly.

"I am not be-"I stopped myself. Not the time to say it.

"Do not mention her!" His voice had grown cold. I tried to brush it off, stepping into the pantry and looking to see what he had managed to buy.

"Beef Stew, Chicken Stew, Lamb Stew?" I stuck my head out of the pantry to look at him.

"I like stew."

"Way to go with the times." I rolled my eyes. "Eni mini Mini Chicken."

"Beef."

"Chicken!"

"Fine!" He stamped his cane on the ground in irritation.

Sometimes he can act like such a baby.

I finished the stew in record time. One hour… And he wonders why I don't like stew. I left the pot on the stove (he can serve himself) and went back to the quiet sanctuary of my room.

A/N: Chapter 2! I was bored in class so I was able to write this down on paper, easy transfer. Again please review. Next chappie is Fairy Tale Land! Learn more about Baeltiasi/ Kathleen and how she got such a strange name!Reviews wanted!