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Yet as I slept, my fever rose dramatically. I sank into a terrible darkness from which I could not wake. The black haze was all around me, and it frightened me to no end. I knew nothing but this painful sea in which I would surely drown; not my name, nor my ugliness- nothing.
Only one thing saved me from death- the angel. I knew she had to be an angel, for no mortal could have such a beautiful voice. I had no idea what she looked like because I did not possess the strength to open my eyes. Through my burning pain and misery, however, I could hear her lovely voice. Sometimes, I felt something refreshingly cool on my hot skin and felt sure it was the angel's work. There were times when a warm liquid would be spooned into my mouth, and I would try my hardest to swallow it- which was not half as difficult as keeping it down- because I knew the angel wished it.
For days…no, weeks…or was it years?...I couldn't tell…I fought through the dark sea that was threatening to destroy me. The angel was always there aiding me and, thus, I survived.
One day, I found within my failing body the strength to open my eyes. The angel was standing over me- it must have been her! She looked exactly as I had imagined; long golden curls framing a pale face with pink tinted cheeks, large sapphire eyes, a perfect look of innocence and compassion on her rose-coloured lips.
"Hello, Erik," she murmured.
Erik. Is that my name? I thought. It must be.
She laid her hand gently on my face; it felt warm and wonderful. Are angels warm? I wondered. She feels so real. Though it was difficult, I began to speak to her.
"A- Are you an angel?"
She laughed warmly and kissed my forehead. "If you say so, dear."
"N- No. I'm…asking y-you. Are…you?"
The angel looked at me worriedly and whispered, "Of course not."
"Do you...have a n-name?"
She appeared shocked at the question, though I was not sure why. "Erik, this isn't funny."
"I'm…not joking. Wh-What is your…name?"
"Oh, God, Erik, it's Christine! Don't you recognize your little Christine?" I stared at her blankly. "Erik, do you honestly have no idea who I am?"
I thought very hard, but that only made my head ache. Who was this woman? Did I really know her? Christine. Who did I know by that name? I shook my head. "I-I'm sorry. Are you one of…my mother's friends?...Where is she?" I suddenly became panicked. "Where is my mother!?"
"Shh. Hush, Erik. I'm here to take care of you."
"No. No! I want my mother! Wh-Where is she!?" Tears burned in my eyes as I called for my mother. Where was she? Why was she not here? I needed her!
"Stop it, Erik. Please!"
I heard the angel speaking, but could not understand her words. Frightened for some reason known only to my fevered brain, I began to sob, choking disconnected phrases through gasping breaths. "Mother! Oh, Mama, where are you?... Don't hurt me! …I don't want to be locked up again!...Mother!" Near hysterics, I clutched at the angel's sleeve. "Mother…Mother…" As the angel leaned down to kiss me, I fainted.
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