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Chapter 2
I do not know what I was doing on stage. I was picking thorns off roses in the middle of a stage. When he began singing, I looked down instantly. His voice was memorised in my brain from just before the fire, and yet I was here. At that exact same moment, I seen the dress that I was wearing. Christine wore the same dress when she performed with him only an hour before the fire.
I sang with him when my turn came, but it was not my voice in the least bit. In addition, I know whose voice it was, none other than the "perfect" Miss Christine Daae. Yeah right, I thought to myself as I was performing with him. This cannot be real; this is nothing but a dream, a nightmare. It was as if when singing, there was something inside me that just snapped.
I tried to hard to rush to him and as I began to get closer to him on the bridge, my feet and legs was getting heavier and heavier. A fraction of a second before we were arms length from each other, he reached out and tried to pull me closer, but when his warm, rough hands touched the skin on my arms I woke up.
I looked around and seen that I was not in my cage. Therefore, he must have really rescued me. I had my doubts and just figured that it was a pleasant dream and I should just enjoy it before it was over. I could feel the soft, smooth crimson velvet fall partially to the floor while I got up to stretch. Never in three years had I actually stretched out because of that dreadful cage. My red hair was dull and tangled when I approached a mirror at the opposite side of the bed against the wall farthest away from the bed. My feet were sore from having to walk around the lair with nothing on my feet.
I cursed silently at myself when I seen how tangled my long hair had become over three years. After twenty minutes of useless effort in trying to untangle to mess, I found a pair of scissors and cut my hair to a manageable length, just falling past my shoulders. When I finished cutting my hair I attempted again to brush it and got all of the tangles out of it thankfully within twenty-five minutes. The mirror was only big enough to see my face and most of my hair. I looked in the mirror to see a horrible monster looking back at me. The right side of its face was all I could see. I lifted up my hand to touch the right side of my face to feel all of the bumps and cuts that the monster had. When I recognised the face as my own a huge wave came over me and that is when he showed up.
He watched me crumble to my knees in less than a second and start sobbing.
"There, there. Everything is all right. You're safe now." He held be in his arms with me still sitting on the ground. He stroked my hair and said comforting things in his best attempt to try to calm me down. I clung to his shirt and remained in his arms for several moments. He would not let me go until he was completely sure that I was not just going to collapse into a withering ball on the middle of the floor.
"Why are you trying to comfort me when you do not know me," I questioned him as I stayed sitting on the floor clutching her knees. He got up from beside me and contemplated what he was going to say to me, as he stood in front of me, motionless.
"I have the same thing that you have" he said this in a whisper with mixed emotions. The iciness and sadness confused her. I had no idea what he was talking about; then it hit me. He did not know who I was, so there was no way for him to know that I had seen him perform in Don Juan Triumphant. I automatically held my hand up to my face to touch the burn left from when I was trapped inside the burning building.
He seen me start to understand what he was talking about and I looked up at him with a blank expression on my face. I felt neither sorrow, nor horror. He looked at me and held my gaze for a moment before I said in a low murmur, "I already know".