A/N: So, I knwo you probably hate me but here's the next letter! I hope you guys like it, its one of my favs, an the next two are as well! Okay, please read and review.

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Rumplestilskin,

I think I am going crazy.

I speak to voices that aren't there. Talk to them, have conversations with them, and they talk back.

I am having trouble deciphering my dreams. They are insane. Full of things I don't recognize nor undersand. Bright and loud and confusing. Then, as soon as I wake up, they drif away.

I used to always tell my mother my dreams, as a young girl, and she would tell me what they meant. Certain things meant that I was happy, and scared, and sad inside. They would show that something good or bad would happen in my life. I would often have dreams, and similar things would happen the next day. So, after my mother died, I began to write down my own dreams, and try to deconstruct them myself. I was never as good as mother, but I always believed dreams were important. Dreams meant things and should be listened to. And now that I can't remember half of my dreams, I am worried.

I dream of darkness taking over us. A large cloud and darkness, hate and evil and all that is bad, coming towards us and consuming us. I can only pray that my dreams are wrong.

You are the only thing that keeps me sane in here. You, Rumplestilskin, and writing to you.

It helps me feel safe, at home. When I write to you, I can almost imagine that we are in the large sitting room in the Castle. The fire is blazing and you are at your wheel, I am reading a book on that fluffy armchair that used to be yours before I stole it. I can talk to you, and here your response. For a second, I feel safe and warm and home. I can imagine I am okay. I can imagine that I am with you, and we loved eachother, and it's okay.

I know that you will probably never read this. Most likely, these will end up being lost, or the Queen will discover them and take them from me, laughing as she reads them. Maybe I will die here, and they will die with me. Or maybe, just maybe, you will rescue me, and we can read them together.

Please rescue me.

But for now, I like to think that you will read them, that you can read them or are reading this right now. I like to think they make you happy, or sad, or make you miss me. I like to think that you read them and want to find me. That you read them and love me more.

I'm still here, I haven't lost hope. Don't forget me.

Forever yours,

Belle