Me: Ooo! Christmas was so fun! Hope all you peeps out there had a nice Christmas and Happy New Year celebrations!
Erik: Ugh. I know I didn't.
Me: Honestly! Your such a Scrooge.
Erik: I am not.
Me: You are...I swear you kept on muttering "Bah humbug!"
Erik: Only because you wouldn't stop hugging me. One time is okay, but at the rate you were going it was getting on the verge of irritating-
Me: -I was excited! All those pressies! (jumps up and down and claps hands frantically)
Erik: Tis more bless-ed to give than to recieve.
Me: Pft, yeah right!

She started to stir. Stretching her arms out blindly she expected to be greeted by the cold wooden surface of the door, of which she had collapsed against the night before. At least, she thought that it was the morning. The young woman let out a whimper of pain and exasperation at the thought of the events that had transpired not that long ago. However, to her surprise, she felt something soft underneath her whilst her hands touched what seemed to be, a pillow? Slowly, she rubbed her eyes clear of sleep and hesitantly opened them. The room was as dark as she had last seen it. The candle seemed to have been replaced since the wax would not have lasted all that time she had been alseep, which she felt must have been a very long time. Also, she did not find herself hunched up uncomfortably on the cold floor, but lying soundly on a bed in the corner.

He must have put me here. There was no cover over her but that was beside the point. She would have never have expected to be placed here. By him? Who else would it have been?

Suddenly without thinking, she sat up and flipped her feet over the edge of the bed. By this sudden movement, she felt an excrutiating pain shoot up all of her limps. Never had she felt so much soreness, ache and agony. The main sources of the pain was her legs, feet, arms and her neck. She cringed and gritted her teeth as she attempted to lift herself up. The girl couldn't stand being idle all the time and wanted to walk out the cramps that were slowly creeping up through her legs. Upon rising, she focused her eyes at the corner of the nightstand while she leant on it. Giving her no distractions and a way of concentrating on what she was doing.

However, what she saw there was her bag! Last time it had been lying half full with her music in the grand piano. Now, here it was fully packed. She had completely forgotten about it and the thought of loosing all of those sheets of music would have been a great loss for her indeed. Music was her life! And the thought of that pain finally dawned on her. She didn't much care for the other essentials in the bag. She felt so relieved and grateful but also shocked! Seeing the big black lump leaning against the corner of the table made her lose her balance and go thudding down onto the floor, as she had done already countless times before. With this, she let out another high pitched shriek.

The sprain in her ankle was becoming unbearable to endure. The girl lifted her self up slightly so that she was leaning herself comfortably against the wall and ripped off a long strip of fabric from her already hagged and torn dress. With this, she slowly wrapped the cloth around her foot tightly. Using one of the few remaining pins in her hair, she secured the makeshift bandadge in place. That would have to do for now.

Suddenly, the girl felt drowsy and crawled over to the bed and lifted herself onto it. Considering her state, it took a lot of effort to do such a simple task. After many cringes and gasps of pain, she finally managed to succeed and slumped her head carelessly against the pillow. She didn't care how much it hurt. The girl was tired, fustrated, hurt and not to mention, very scared. Not even bothering to pull the cover over her, she drifted off into a restless sleep. "How long, until I see the sky again?",being her last thought

She dreamt of the dark tunnel, the thudding of steps, the light in the distance, slowly advancing...towards her. This replay of events was just even worse than when it actually happened. Everything was moving in slow motion while she was waiting for that moment to come and be confronted, by The Phantom of the Opera. And she knew what was coming after that. That's what made it even more terrifying. No matter how many times she had this dream, this nightmare, she would be as scared as she had been before.