"Wait." I said as Emma started towards the door. She turned around.
"Who… What exactly…" I struggled to find words to express my thoughts.
"When you say… Mr Gold, do you mean… Rumplestiltskin?" Shock covered her features, and I quickly amended myself.
"I mean… He was at the… At the clock tower." Emma's face cleared up.
"So you don't remember?" She asked, and I shook my head.
"I just… That's what Cora called him…" I mumbled. Suddenly, pain lanced through my skull. I let out a shout, putting my hands to my head and curling into a ball on the bed. The pain wouldn't go away.
It wouldn't stop.
I clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth together to try to stop myself crying. It didn't work. Tears poured down my face, the pain almost unbearable. And then….
Things came back.
"I knew this was a trick."
"Shut up! Shut the hell up!"
Rough hands shaking my shoulders.
A sneering voice, filled with spite.
The cold, stone floor of a dungeon.
"Go."
"I don't want you anymore, dearie."
A voice filled with hate.
A slamming door.
"You're a coward."
"All you'll have is a empty heart, and a chipped cup."
A different voice. My voice.
I gasped as the pain throbbed once, then twice, then faded away entirely. Emma was at my side, gently shaking my shoulder.
"Are you ok? Belle? Belle, are you ok?" Her voice was worried. I sat up slowly, thoughts racing around my head. I remembered him, Rumplestiltskin. But there were holes, massive holes, like bits had been torn away and replaced with deep, black pits that had no bottom. I remembered him shooting at a man, an innocent man and a pregnant woman. I remembered him taking me from my family. I remembered him sending me away. I remembered Regina, capturing me, keeping me imprisoned. I remember the pain her guards had inflicted. And it was all his fault. But there was nothing else. I still couldn't remember my childhood. I still couldn't remember what happened after Rumplestiltskin sent me away. The space between that memory and the memory of Regina capturing me was empty. Another memory showed itself to me.
"I'm not here to kill you, love. I'm here to rescue you."
"Rescue me? Who are you?"
"A friend."
But there was nothing else. Just those three, simple lines.
"Belle can you hear me?" Emma's voice cut through my haze.
"Yeah I just… remembered." I breathed, and her mouth fell open in surprise yet again.