Hey, if this chapter is confusing when you first start reading, please make sure that you didn't accidentally skip the last chapter, because I DID update sooner than usual this time.

I originally meant to post this short update(drabble chapter, I guess you could call it) much sooner, but school was getting in the way. I know, I know, it's a short chapter, but that's part of updating sooner than usual. I plan to post the next chapter in a matter of just a few days, so bare with me here!

Thank for for those who did review! The more reviews I get, the sooner I'll update! Would it just be easier if I made this a drabble story? For those who don't know what a drabble is, it's when a story updates every other day, but each chapter is short. I could do that, but I need your opinions!

Anyways, I do not own the Phantom of the Opera! I only own my OC's!

Enjoy!

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Clare's POV

"Clare?"

My eyes snapped open, immediately greeted by a familiar face that loomed over me. Mina? I wondered, despite of the fact that the ceiling seemed much higher than usual. The back of my head ached, making me realize that I was laying on the cold hard ground. Obviously the ground wasn't a pillow, and it certainly wouldn't let me forget that as long as I had this new headache. Although that was not my main concern, for I couldn't remember what had happened.

Glancing back and forth from the corners of my eyes, I could quickly identify that I was in the women's bathrooms in my college. Why was I on the ground?

Mina stepped back as I stiffly sat up, feeling my body scream in pain. "What happened?" Mina asked with great alarm in her voice. I hadn't heard that sort of worry in her voice in a long time, but how could I blame her? I woke up on the bathroom floor, for crying out loud!

Mina helped me up as I struggled from the pain that harshly bit every point of my body due to the ground. I somehow suppressed a grunt as I lifted myself up. "Clare." Mina started again, sounding slightly impatient. Neglecting her previous demand, my head swam with a new question.

"How long have I been laying here?"

"I'm not sure. I do know for sure that you weren't in phycology class, though," She explained as I rubbed the back of my aching head. "Veronica has been trying to call you, and she went out to the car to wait for us while I went off to find you. I then found you here, completely passed out. . .What happened?" She pressed anxiously. In all earness, I could not remember. That itself made my stomach knot up with great fear. I wanted to tell her that everything was alright, but I knew that I could not. Something had happened, and I couldn't remember.

"I-I don't know." I admitted uneasily. "M-Maybe I slipped and hit my head before passing out. . .I. . .I honestly don't remember."

Mina shared a worried glance with me, and I immediately grimaced in shame, somehow feeling even worse. "Clare, I've been worried for you. You've been acting strange lately." I couldn't deny or argue with what she had said.

"I know." I squeaked, as Mina started to pull me away from the room, eager to find our worried friend in the parking lot.

I searched my brain for answers. When had I arrived at the bathrooms to begin with? It must had not been too terribly long ago since no one had tried to help me. What had happened?

Suddenly organ music drifted through the air. Something about it made me tense, and through the mist of confusion, I somehow realized that I alone could hear it, and no one else. I. . .I recognized the music from somewhere. It was a deep, haunting melody, that pulled strings to my heart so terribly easy. The melody itself was very beautiful yet tragic, though it awakened me with panic. . .

What an odd combination. . .

The music had grown more and more powerful until I was convinced that it could possess my mind, without me bothering to restrain from it's strong trance. It could nearly smother my conscience completely; It was hypnotic. I was convinced that only I could hear it, for it nearly pounded within the walls of my head, and Mina seemed to be completely oblivious to it. That itself was what frightened me the most.

Digging deeper and deeper into my mind, it suddenly clicked, and I knew why I faintly recognized it. I recalled hearing the song earlier that day. That was the reason why I came here. I thought, panic-stricken. But what happened when I arrived here? Why can't I remember?

Just before exiting the bathroom, I caught a bright glare that reflected harshly from the mirror. My head snapped back in bewilderment, briefly blinded by a pair of bright blue orbs staring back at me. Wildly taken aback, I blinked, and the image fled from sight. Baffled, my gaze flickered to Mina's, who didn't seem to pay any attention to it. . .Did she not see it?

Focusing my attention back on the mirror, I only saw my own reflection that practically mocked me. I stared back at the mirror for as long as I could before Mina could tug me away from the room. Had someone been. . .Watching us? It looked like eyes! Had my own eyes deceived me? Was it all in my clouded head?

We made sure to stop and retrieve my things first before heading towards the parking lot. The entire time, I sank further into my thoughts. I shivered, not knowing it it was from the cold breeze that swept by us, or from the fear that gripped both my heart and mind.

"Mina?" I murmured as I clenched tightly on the straps of my backpack.

"Yes?"

I glanced around for a moment, to make sure that no one would over hear. To my faint assurance, it was as quiet as a ghost town. "Y-Your mom is a psychologist, right?"

"Well, yes. I planned to follow in her steps, remember?"

"Yes, I was just making sure." I said, feeling uneasy. "Can I see her card?"

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In case if you were confused, Clare is thinking that she's insane. Yep. But, we all know that it's only Erik! Gah, if only she would remember!

So, what do you guys think is gonna happen next? Share what you think through reviews! Thanks for reading!