((AN: Hey guys! This is my first 'Phantom of the opera' fanfic so go easy on me I got this crazy idea when I heard this song called 'Fiction (Dream in digital)' by Orgy and I decided to write this fanfic. Hope you enjoy it!))
She's lost in coma where it's beautiful
Intoxicated from the deep sleep, deep sleep
Do you wonder what it's like
Living in a permanent imagination
Sleeping to escape reality, but you like it like that
Guilty by design she's nothing more than fiction
She dreams in digital
'Cause it's better than nothing
Now the control is gone
It seems unreal, she's dreaming in digital
She dreams in digital
And your pixel army can't save you now
My finger's on the kill switch I remember I used to compose your dreams, control your dreams
And don't be afraid, to expose yourself, before I shut you down
You've made some changes since the viurs caught you sleeping
CHAPTER ONE: Waking upShe was sure she had heard soft music playing, the one of the music box.
Masquerade, paper faces on paradeMasquerade, hide your face so the world will never find you…
Where was she? She was sure she was in the boat with Raoul…She was sure she was escaping with him across the dark lake in the Phantom's underground. The music stopped slowly. She now realized she was cold. How odd...Did she loose consicnoussnes? She tried to call out to Raoul, to ask him where she was, but she wasn't able to. Her throat was dry, her words cought somewhere between her lips and her throat. God, where was she? What had happened?! Suddenly, she heard a gunshot. She didn't rememeber it till now. But from where did it come from. She slowly opened her eyes now. She needed to speak with Raoul, she needed to see him. Her heart started pounding as she opened her eyes. The light that she saw blinded her eyes and made her confusion grow. Light, in the Phantom's dark underground?! Then, her eyes were fully open. She was in a large room, lying strapped on to a metal bed. The light came from a wide window that was infront of her. The room...It seemed like one of a hospital, filled with metal beds such as the one she was on. Her heart started beating faster. What was going on?! Where was she?! Why was she strapped to this bed, in this horrid dirty place which smelled on unclean needles and medicine?! She started to scream, struggle with the straps around her wrists and ankles. She kept on screaming as a man on another bed kept jumping and laughing cruealy.
''Look everyone!'' he shouted frantically, showing off his yellow and rotten teeth. ''The diva is up! The diva is up!'' Christine started screaming even more when the man went to approach her, but a man in white quickly pulled him away and strapped the man to his own bed. Two more men in white came to her and tried to calm her down. A man with short black hair, dark brown eyes with glasses and dressed in a fine suit approached her bed holding a needle and a small bottle with medicine.
''Where am I?! Where am I?!'' Christine screamed, tears streaming down her face.
''It is alright miss Daae, just calm down.'' The man spoke emotionless as he placed the medicine in the needle.
''Where is Raoul?! Where is my fiancee?! I need to see him!'' The man looked at her for a moment, holding some pity in his look.
''We will talk later miss Daee, but first you must rest.''
''No, I must see the Vicomte de Changy! He is my fiancee! Please!'' the man said nothing, but pressed the needle against the skin of her arm.
''What are you doing?! No!'' Christine screamed scared. She tried to strugle, but the two men holding her were too strong.
''Calm down, miss Daae. All will be well...'' she winced as the needle pireced her skin and the medicine started flowing trough her veins. The man on the bed next to her was still frantically laughing and shouting:
''The diva is awake, but she will have to go to sleep again!''
''Why are you doing this...?'' Christine cried.
Christine...
''Where is my fiancee?''
Christine...
The world went black.
Christine awoke that night, while everything was silent. She could still feel the sting in her arm from the needle. It left a bright red mark on her arm. She amanged to sit up and she saw the straps were a bit loosened on her wrists and ankles. She tried to pull on them to get them off, but she soon stopped seeing it wasn't working. She now noticed a broken mirror on the crummy bedside table. She picked it up and looked at her face. Her beautiful skin was now dirty, her long hair was cut to her ear length and not precisely. She had no beautiful gown on, but a white half ripped dress which looked like a sheet fitted for her to wear. What had happened? How did she get there? Where was Raoul?...Where was Eric? With that thought, she dropped the mirror to the floor, pulled her knees up to her face and started crying.
The man that gave her the medicine came the next morning. He sat on her bed and looked at her with more affection then the last day.
''Miss Daae?'' Christine didn't answer. She actually stared further away from him, on a blank spot on the floor.
''You wanted to speak with me...So I could explain what happened to the Vicomte de Chagny, your fiancee...'' Christine again said nothing.
''Miss Daae...?''
''I wish to speak to Raoul.'' She said firmly and coldly. The man sighed and took off his glasses to clean them. He often did it when he was frustrated or talked to one of his patients. He placed them back on his face and said:
''Miss Daae...Your fiancee...He is dead.'' Christine looked at him wideyed, trying to hold back the tears that were filling up in her eyes.
''What?!''
''He is dead miss Daae...They found him dead in your dressing room and you unconciouss beside the body. Your hands had his blood on them and you held a gun in one of your hands.''
''What?! No, no! That's not true!''
''Please, miss Daae! Calm down! The thing is, when you woke up, you were rambling something about a Phantom and how he killed your fiancee.''
''What?! No, Eric let me go! Raoul and me, we escaped from his underground!''
''Miss Daae...''
''No, it's true! Eric is the Phantom, but he let me and Raoul go!''
''Miss Daae! There is no Phantom! You made him up! He is just a figment of your imagination! He is just fiction!''
''No, no!! Stop saying such things!!'' Christine shouted desperately. Why wouldn't this man believe her?! Raoul couldn't be dead! And that she killed him?! The man took medicine from his pocket and a needle and placed the medicine in the needle again.
''This is for your own good, miss Daae...'' he muttered.
''No!! No, I'm not crazy! Let me go! I didn't kill Raoul! Let me go!!'' the man grabbed her arm and punctured her skin with the needle.
Christine...
''Raoul...'' she whispered as a tear came down her face.
Christine...
''Eric...What have you done?'' she muttered falling back on to the bed.
''Calm down miss Daae...The medicine will help...''
Again, his words faded away and her world went black.
