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Chapter 10

The room was silent. All was quiet for the patient to get her rest. But at that moment, something unusual happened, something that no one thought would ever happen…. She woke up.

Slowly my eyes fluttered open. I let out a small groan, but not one of pain, just of tiredness. My eyes were only open a tiny slit, just enough for me to see through. Looking about me, I realized that I had no idea where I was. Nothing looked familiar to me. I took a moment to try and recall what had happened, but I couldn't remember a thing. Still I kept trying to remember anything. My name, where I was, who my family was, my past, but nothing came up.

It was then that I realized that everything about my life, I had forgotten. My heart began to pound and my breath began coming in short gasps. Lying there in the strange bed, I realized that I was having a panic attack. I just didn't know what to do; I was completely lost! But who was I? That was the main question that concerned me. As I began to settle down a little, the initial shock began to wear off, but still I was confused. And where was everyone? Surely I was not all alone here. There had to be someone looking out for me. But I glanced around the room and saw no traces of anyone. Did I even have a family that cared for me? Then I began to feel the tears threatening to pour down my face, but what did it mater? No one was around to see me or hear me. Letting myself cry did help me a little bit; at least I knew now that I wasn't dead, even though it seemed like it. Not having anyone around, not knowing who you are…

Suddenly I heard loud voices and people laughing. So I wasn't alone… Straining my ears, I tried to listen to the voices, to perhaps recognize someone, but I recognized nothing. Now I knew that there was someone here, wherever I was. For a moment I thought about going into the other room and seeing whom these voices belonged to, but I decided against it. What if no one knew me and kicked me out onto the streets? Then I'd me lost and cold. So I decided to stay where I was and wait for someone to come to me. Just having anyone near me, talking to me, would help me to feel better.

But as I sat there, the hours rolling by, I realized that no one would come. I had no clue how long I had been sitting there, but it had been long enough. I then realized that I had two options: 1) I could stay in here for a little while longer and wait for someone or 2) I could go out there and find someone who knew me, someone who could help me. Neither of them sounded too pleasing, but I was desperate and needed to do something. So, choosing the latter of the two, I got up out of the bed and walked slowly to the door. When I got to the door, I paused for a moment, really pondering over whether or not I should really go out there. I mean, I didn't want to scare anyone by just popping up out of nowhere. And truthfully, I didn't want anyone to scare me either. It was bad enough not knowing who I was, but I was also afraid that no one out there would know me either. Then my case of lost identity would shoot up and I would feel even worse, if that was possible. But I knew that I had to do something, for I would not let myself rot away up here.

Just as I was about to open up the door, it opened up by itself. On the other side of the door, there stood a tall man clad in all black with only a white mask covering one side of his face. Seeing him standing there brought fear racing throughout my whole body. At first I did not know why, but then many pictures shot thought my mind of this man and I. They plagued my brain like an unwanted swarm of locusts. Many flashes of blood and fights flashed one after the other. I knew that these were from my past (whoever I was), and just knowing this about it greatly frightened me. If this had happened, who knew what other horrible things could have happened to me? Slowly I backed away from the man, who had a very shocked look on his face, and sat down in the back corner of the room, my knees hugged to my chest. All I wanted was for this creature to go away and leave me be. He could not help me; all he brought was an intense fear.

But as I sat there huddled in the corner, I could feel the man walking towards me, getting closer and closer with every step. I brought my body closer and closer to me, trying to keep myself from getting exposed to him. Once he was about two feet away from me he stopped and knelt down in front of me.

"Emma?" he asked in a hushed voice.

For a moment this comment startled me. Was that my name? Emma? Then I remembered the flashed of pictures I had had moments before and the fear returned. "Go away," I said quietly.

"But it's me," the man continued. "Erik. Do you not remember me?"

Erik? The name did not ring a bell in my head, only pain. "All I know is that you attacked me."

This seemed to startle Erik for a moment, for he took a long pause and seemed to get confused. "A-attacked?" he stuttered out at last.

I only nodded my head.

"But, but Emma. I would never do such a thing. Never. I did not attack you. Do you understand me?"

"But I saw you," I whispered back.

"What you saw was not me. You must understand that," he replied urgently.

I turned myself away from him even more and did not respond. I heard him get up from his knelt position and walk towards the door. Once I was sure that he was gone, I got up onto my feet and went and sat on my bed. This contact with Erik caused me to rethink what I had seen in my mind. What if these two masked men were two different people? Was it possible? If so, why would they dress themselves in that way? All these questions were too much for me to handle; I had gone through enough for today. Just as I was about to lie down to go to sleep, I saw my door open up again. This time a woman entered. She had long, brown curly hair that cascaded down her shoulders. She looked beautiful, but also seemed to hold a cloud of sadness around her. Slowly she approached my bed, gazing at me as if in disbelief. I had no clue who she was, yet she looked as if she knew everything about me. As she got closer to me, I noticed that she had tears in her eyes. I wondered what was going on here, why everyone was so surprised and happy to see me. If only I could remember…

"Emma?" she asked in a soft voice as she stood next to my bed.

I did not answer. How could I? I did not know if I was indeed this "Emma" person.

Again she repeated her question, and again I did not answer.

"Emma, please, answer me," she begged.

"I can't," I said quietly.

Her brow furrowed as she still looked at me. "What do you mean?"

"I mean exactly as I say," I replied, exasperated. "I cannot answer you, for I do not know the answer."

"But... how can that be? You're my daughter! How can you not remember?" she cried.

"Daughter?" I asked. Could this woman possibly be my mother? I did not remember her at all. But, of course, I did not remember anything.

"Yes!" she said as she grabbed my arm. "You are Emma De Chagny! Daughter of Christine and Raoul De Chagny!"

"But those names don't sound familiar. Nothing does…" I whispered.

The woman stood up quickly and ran from the room, but quickly returned with another man, one whom I did not recognize either.

"Nadir, she does not remember anything!" the woman told the man.

"Hmm... interesting indeed. I do suppose she has amnesia. After all, she has been in a coma for the past four years," the man responded.

"A coma? Four years?" I questioned.

"Oh, yes. You had an accident…."

"The masked man…" I said, interrupting him.

"What's that? Do you mean Erik?"

"I don't know his name. But some masked man attacked me. That must be the reason I got in this coma…"

"Emma, Erik did not do this to you, you must understand!" my supposed mother told me. "There must be some other masked man parading about, pretending to be Erik." She paused. "Oh! Who would do such a thing?"

"But Erik looked just like the other man," I told them.

"I know that these two men are not one in the same. I have a very close relationship with Erik and I know him well enough to know that he would never harm you in any way. He cares for you so much," the woman said.

"He frightens me."

"No! He is so kind and gentle. You must not be afraid of him. So many people are; but you mean so much to him. He would be crushed if he knew you were frightened of him as well!"

"But I do not remember him. He frightens me."

"Perhaps in time you will remember all. But until then, you just need some rest. Get some sleep, and we'll talk more in the morning," my mother responded with finality in her voice.

As I tucked myself in, I saw her and the other man leave the room and close the door behind them. I partially believed what she had said. But I had to also believe that my memories would come back in time. Until then, I would get some rest, just like my mother had suggested.

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