AN: A special thanks to my friends, Gina and Gabby, who helped me with teddy bear names and so much more. I came up with this story while watching The Phantom of the Opera movie. So I'm using that as basis, so sorry book and play lovers; I haven't read/seen any of those.
I was alone. I was just playing on my driveway, playing with my bear. Lola was watching me sing. I didn't do anything wrong. All of a sudden, I hear a loud POP, and I'm lying on the ground, covered in a pool of red, not knowing how I got there. People start to swarm around me. Go away, I try to tell them.
But I can't. My tongue can't move; my mouth won't open. I want to run away, to the park, where nobody can see me in my "opera house." My opera house.
My eyes close, and I drift away. Away from home and everything else. All I can see is a black sea.
Suddenly, my eyes open. I'm in a hallway. It's red and barely lighted. I hear voices. Someone is singing, opera style. Soprano, I think. I bunch up into a ball; Lola is here with me. I take comfort in that, but what else? What else is there to take comfort in? I have NO idea where I'm at, or how I will get back. But the thing is, I don't want to go back. It hurts there. It hurts.
I hear light footsteps, must be a dancer of some sort. I hope they don't notice me. But, then my wishes are never granted.
A pretty girl looks at me. She has a light smile on her face, genuine. I like it.
"Hey, what's your name?" she asked. I don't answer. "I'll tell you my name. It's Christine.
My name. It's been yelled so many times. But she won't yell, will she?
I answer quietly. "Bri."
She smiles, still sweetly and for real. "What's your bear's name?"
"Lola."
"Do you want to come with me Bri? You can bring Lola. Aren't you hungry? I can get you something to eat?" asked Christine.
I wondered. Would she be nice? I've never met a nice adult, except Ms. Engelhardt. My teacher was nice to me. But, where else could I go? Aw, well. It wouldn't kill me to go with her. I hope.
"Ok," I replied. I stood up. I held Lola close to me.
She didn't try to take my hand, for that I was grateful. I don't like people touching me. It hurt. We walked down the hallway, turned right and went into what I think was a chapel.
Christine squatted down towards me. "Stay here. I'll go get you food."
She smiled, and I nodded. She left, which left me to wonder the question: Where am I?
Hello, my wonderful readers. Just a head's up: I might post the subsequent chapters quickly, because my friend Gabby is going to kill me if I don't post the fourth Believe chapter soon, so TTFN!
