"Christine?" A voice came. It was a man's, I could tell. I wanted to speak back to the voice, tell him I was hear, but nothing came. I shivered violently.

"Christine, child, wake up!" It came again.

"Uegh! Ugh!" I moaned. I struggled under the bed sheets that I was beneath and moaned louder, trying to make words come out. But nothing came, only disturbing moans.

"Iah, ugh! Eeh! Ugh! Ahh!" I moaned. Why weren't words coming out of my mouth? I started to feel tears running down my cheeks. What was wrong with me?

Hands started to shake me, not too roughly, but enough for me to understand that somebody wanted my attention. I tried my best to open my eyes, and when I had, my vision was blurry. I blinked a few times, letting more tears crawl down my face. Once I had blinked a few more times, my vision finally came back.

Erik was sitting on the edge of my bed, looking at me with wide, concerned eyes. I tried to smile but I couldn't. Not knowing that something was wrong with me.

Erik waited for me to calm down and stop crying, and when I had, he told me miserably,

"Christine, your head collided with the stone floor. I don't think anything is damaged, but your head is quite injured. You are to stay in bed for a few days until you feel better."

He then bent over and grabbed a cloth, it being soaking wet. He set it on my forehead and the cool water against me felt so good. I even supressed a small smile. But Erik wasn't smiling, he looked very concerned.

I tried to speak.

"Eh - Ea - Erik, ah?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I - ho, how d-did th - this happen?"

"It happened just yesterday. You seemed to faint and your poor head collided with the floor. You were bleeding terribly when I found you."

I closed my eyes. That was what happened. Everything was coming back to me now. I was angry with Erik so I ran into a different room, and then it felt as if everything in my body stopped and I fainted, my head meeting with the floor along the way.

And then something else came back to me. I was suppose to talk with Meg today! Oh no, how could I do that if Erik was watching me like a hawk? But I needed to get in the room, I just had to!

I did my best to speak more clearly. "Er - Erik? What time is it?"

"About 3:20 in the afternoon. Why do you ask?"

I thought about this for a moment. If I could just get Erik to go work on his music, and I could pretend to sleep, I might be able to sneak into the room with the Ouija Board!

"Erik, I - I would like to sla - sleep if you don't mind. Don't worry about me. Go work on your music, I won't dis - disturb you."

"Oh, Christine," He moaned softly. He reached up to my head and stroked my hair lovingly. His touch sent shivers down my spine.

"I don't want to leave you," He said. "I want to be right next to you until you are better, and I shall."

I smiled, appreaciating his feelings for me. But I knew that I had to get inside the room.

I was finally able to speak more clearly now. "No, Erik. I appreaciate it, but you must go work on your music! I feel terrible for making you stay away from it. Please, you must go write it. I'll try to sleep. I won't disturb you, I promise."

"But Chris - "

"I insist," I smiled at him and patted his hand. "I'll be fine, don't worry about me."

He sighed and stood up, bending over me. "Alright," and he planted a soft kiss on my cheek. I wanted to sit up and return the kiss, but I couldn't. I felt so weak. So I gave him a sweet smile in return.

He watched me until he reached the door, and then he shut it very slowly and softly. I gave him a reassuring smile until the door was shut. After he shut it, I sighed. How was I going to get to the room if I couldn't even sit up?

I exhaled deeply and squinted my eyes shut. If I was going to do this, I better do it fast and get it over with. So I decided to count to three and sit up extremely fast.

So I did. I counted to three, but when I sat up and my back was completely straight, I heard a very loud crack. I shivered, knowing that it was my back that had just cracked. Feeling deeply uncomfortable, I sat there for a few minutes.

The wet cloth that was on my head fell into my lap, and I picked it up. Erik said that I was bleeding, did that mean something was wrong with my head?

I lifted a hand to feel my forehead, and once I had, I felt like screaming. I could feel lumps and bruises there, and worst of all, I could feel a large area in my forehead that felt dented in. It felt so soft, too! Not too much, but enough to look as if you were made of playdough.

I shivered and tried not to think about what my head looked like. Instead, I bravely tore the sheets off me and quickly swung my legs over the side of the bed. I felt the floor and stood up, but grabbed the bed post because I felt like falling.

I stood there still for a few moments until I was ready to move again. I took one step forward and nearly fell, but I balanced myself. I took these steps over to the mirror and looked at my head.

I gasped. My forehead was covered in scars and bruises, and the spot where my head was dented in a bit, surely was. You wouldn't be able to tell from a distance, but when you got closer you could see it. I felt like crying. My forehead was so soft now, it felt like playdough! Would it ever heal?

I gathered my wits and tried to forget about what my head looked like. There were more important things to do. I walked over to the door a little shakily and opened it quietly, just in case Erik was in ear shot.

I looked out the room cautiously. I spotted Erik walking over the music room, a little grumpily. I waited a few moments and when I finally head the music playing I took a deep breath and walked out the door, over to the Ouija Board room.

I tiptoed very quietly towards the door, and I'll have to admit, I was never more worried in my life. If Erik found me, he would be angrier then ever. Especially since I lied to him, telling him that I wanted to sleep. He would never forgive me. I know that Erik and I had some fights in the past, but I never ever wanted us to stay mad at each other.

I reached the door and opened it slowly, but almost screamed because I heard a loud hissing and something brush against my leg. I looked down and saw Ayesha darting towards the music room. Oh no, what if Erik could understand Ayesha? I mean, what if I Ayesha was going to tell him I was out of bed? I gulped.

The music stopped playing, and my heart beat faster. What if Erik was going to check on me?

To my luck, the music started again. Perhaps Erik was just writing down some notes. I knew that I shouldn't be so worried, but all that was on my mind was me being caught, and I couldn't help but worry.

I went through the door and walked down the dark hallway. I had to make this extremely quick! If Erik found me...

I reached the crystal ball and the Ouija Board and sat down in front of them.

"Show me Meg Giry!" I asked the ball.

Quickly, the purple swirls spun around faster and faster until it held the image of Meg and Seth sitting right in front of a Ouija Board, their faces blank. My Ouija Board lit up and it was ready to use.

"Meg, we haven't gotten anything." Seth groaned.

"Stop complaining, we've only been here for three minutes!" She hissed back. She straightened her shoulders and hovered her fingers over the planchette.

"Is anybody there?" She asked.

Quickly, I moved my plachette over to 'Yes'.

Meg and Seth's eyes lit up, and suddenly they looked more excited.

"Is this Christine?" Meg asked.

Once again I moved the planchette over to 'Yes'.

"How do we know?" Seth asked.

I didn't answer. I wasn't ready to ask twenty trivia questions so they would know it was me.

"How about," Meg said in deep thought. "So we'll know it's Christine everytime we come on, we'll say 'Michigan' and Christine can spell 'Mitten'."

"Alright," Seth shrugged.

'Ok' I spelled.

"So Christine, do you know how to show yourself yet?" Meg asked.

I felt like slapping my forehead, but I remembered that there was a dent in it. So instead I slapped myself across the face, but not too hard. I forgot to figure out how to show myself, and I promised Meg I would!

'No' I spelled truthfully.

"Wait, wait," Seth said. "I still don't see how we know this is Christine. Wouldn't she be dead if we were talking to her through a Ouija Board?"

I was about to spell something, but Meg said, "Seth, I already explained everything to you! Christine, I told him everything you told me, he just is sort of confused, like I was."

I nodded. Bless Meg, if she wouldn't have told him everything, I'd be sitting here explaining things for hours.

Just then, as I was looking down on the Ouija Board, I remembered how Erik pulled me through the board. I only saw his hand. Did that mean that I could just stick my hand through my board, and they would see it through theirs?

Quickly I asked (spelled),

'Remember what arm looks like?'

"What?" Seth asked in confusion. "Are you trying to ask us if we remember what your arm looks like?"

'Yes.'

"Oh, yes! I remember!" Squealed Meg. "On her index finger of her right hand, she has a cut from when she cut herself on that thorn bush. And also on her right hand is - "

"Okay, alright!" Seth exclaimed. "I really don't need to know every detail about her right hand." He then turned to the Ouija Board. "Yes, we know what your skin looks like and everything. Why do you ask?"

'I show you my hand'

"How?"

'Watch. Don't scream'

And quickly, hoping that this would work, I closed my eyes and plunged my right arm into the Ouija Board.

At first I was expecting my arm to hit the hard wood, but instead I felt nothing. I opened my eyes and noticed that my arm was in the Ouija Board!

I looked at the crystal ball. Meg and Seth's eyes were so wide I thought they were going to burst out of their eye sockets. And there was my arm, sticking out of their Ouija Board.

Quickly, Meg examined my index finger, but didn't touch it. She saw my cut that I had gotten on my finger when I was young that was still there, and her eyes started to get watery. Seth looked like he was in shock.

I pulled my arm out of the board and spelled,

'Well?'

"I can't believe it," Seth said. "That is her! That really is her!"

Meg was crying of happiness. "Christine! It really is you! I missed you so much! Please, come back home!"

I bit my lower lip. I couldn't leave right now. Besides, they only saw my hand. I needed them to see more of me so they would believe me even more. So, without even thinking, I plunged my head into the Ouija Board.

When I opened my eyes I was looking right into the faces of Meg and Seth's. Their mouths were opened wide in amazement. I said,

"See! It is me!"

Meg squealed and wrapped her arms around my neck, and I giggled. It felt so good to see Meg in person again! I looked at Seth, who looked as if he was going to have a heart attack. I smiled and asked,

"Can't your little sister get a hug?"

Immediatley he flung his arms around me and we stayed like that for a few minutes. To be held by one of your family members means so much, especially when you haven't seen them in so long. When Seth let go, I saw that tears were coming from his eyes. I haven't seen him cry like that ever since mom died.

"Christine, if you can stick your head through the board, why can't you get out?" Meg asked.

"Because," I told her. "I'm stuck. I can't fit my shoulders through the board, it's too small." And then I thought, how in the world did Erik get me through the board?

All of a sudden, something grabbed my waist. I screamed and my head was pulled back through the board. I fell down and landed on my behind, and when I looked around me, I noticed that I wasn't in the Ouija Board room anymore. I looked around frantically and saw Logan standing right before me.

I screamed once more, and Logan only smiled wolfishly. Again, he was in man/wolf form and blood was dripping from his sharp teeth. I wondered who's blood it was, and I didn't need an answer. Behind Logan, a distance away, the body of a dead torn up girl was being dragged out of the room by men wearing all black.

I shivered. Logan had done that, I just knew it!

He was the first to speak. "So, my princess, we meet again." He growled.

"Where am I?" I asked. "Where's Erik? I want Erik!"

Logan's grin faded into an evil sneer. He mocked me, "Where's Erik? I want Erik! Oh shut up, will you? You won't be seeing your precious Erik again, ever!"

"How did you catch me?" I asked nervously. "Where am I?"

"Why, you're in my room," He said. "Look behind you."

I did so, and when I had I saw a big bed with black bed sheets and pillows. The bed sheets were tumbled up, so you could tell that two people had just previously gotten out of the bed. I shivered. That girl that was being dragged out by the men in black, she was the last one in. Logan has probably raped her and then killed her.

I started to cry. Was Logan about to do to me what he had done to that other girl?

"Aw, there is no need for crying, my angel," He said. "It will go by just like that." And he had snapped his fingers.

I wasn't going to let this happen to me, I couldn't let it happen!

"No!" I screamed. I scrambled up from the floor and darted towards the door which the girl had been dragged out, for that was the only door I could find. I ran out and as I was running down the long hallway, I heard Logan yell:

"Don't just stand there, you idiots! Grab her!"

And I heard loud footsteps behind me, and the voices of men. I knew I was going to be caught. And then Logan was going to rape me, then kill me. Oh Erik! I thought. Please help me! Help me!

x x x

Me: So Erik, you liked the chapter?

Erik: Oh yeah! I can't believe Christine would enter the room when I told her not too! Grr...

Me: (reads reviews) Oh. My. God.

Erik: What?

Me: Oh. My. God.

Erik: Spit it out woman!

Me: I can't believe it! Practically every single reviewer gave you a kiss!

Erik: (reads reviews) Squee! You know that these fine ladies can't resist me!

Me: Oh brother.

(Christine walks through the door)

Christine: Ahh, I had such a great time! Johnny showed me all around the chocolate factory and OH MY GOSH WHAT THE HECK! (goes by the computer and reads the reviews) Every reviewer like, gave you a kiss!

Erik: (smiles) Yep! They love me more then you do!

Christine: Ugh! So not true! (throws Erik on the bed and starts to kiss him)

Erik: (grins) I love my life.

Me: Ok you love birds...Eww! Ok now...GROSS! You can't do that...UGH! (barfs) GET A ROOM!

(Erik and Christine go in the closet)

Me: Ok, that's just wrong...ANYWAY, I hope you liked this chapter! Now please review! If you do I'll let you watch a scary movie with Erik! In a dark room! And you can even cling onto him if you're scared!

Erik: What did you say!

Me: Nothing...hahaha...(looks around nervously) Review!