Hello my readers! Well some of you... Anyways, to the point of this note! I have a HORRIBLE, STUPID, DISGRACEFUL, Writers' Block!

Sad isn't it? I have like half of chapter 7(not even, more like 1/10) So I just need some time for ideas to come in. I already have like 100 ideas for future chapters, but those are future chapters, not chapter seven. Just letting you know because I haven't updated in forever! If you're good, I'll let you read what I have so far! Oh and I'm also thinking about starting a new story while I get OVER my block! (Random raising of eyebrows)

Erik: Oh brother, here she goes with the eyebrows!

I expected more than one review. Is my writing that bad? Should I even continue this story? Oh well. Give me your answer in your review. Who knows? This might be the last chapter...

Sorry, but I don't own The Phantom of the opera, only Iris. :(

Erik's POV

I took two steps back from the bed and grabbed a chair.

"Iris... I believe it would be best if you didn't know..." I said staring at her. A small amount of dried blood caked her forehead where I assumed she bumped it somewhere. She looked at me, her sea green eye looked pleading. I couldn't tell her who I was. She had already lost much blood and could probably have a large chance of hurting herself if I told her my identity and she tried to run away.

"Please tell me, monsieur. I do not remember what happened, or where I am, but please at least tell me your name." She pleaded.

I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck. The Phantom of the Opera is not known as Erik, I reminded myself.

"My name? It's... my name is," I stuttered. I hadn't spoken my name is ages. "Erik!" I finally blurted out. I gasped for breath. Who knew that just speaking your name takes your breath away? My heart quickened as she smiled slightly.

"That's better, Erik. Now, if you would be so kind to answer some other questions I have, I would greatly appreciate it." She said, as she cradled her arm. I hesitated.

"What happened to my arm, and leg, monsieur? And where am I? Is Madame Giry here?" I stepped forward as she began listing off more questions by the second.

"All you need to know, ma bien-aimée, is that you are hurt and you must rest. I shall tell you more when you are well." I said with seriousness in my voice.

She narrowed her eyes and fell back onto the pillow, sighing. I coughed and adjusted my wig when she was not looking. Her gaze was fixed on something across the room. I tilted my head and followed her gaze. My music monkey box. She had a small grin plastered on her face as she looked at it. I was beginning to speak up, but she beat me.

"Monsieur, Erik? May I see that monkey?" She said, about to stand up.

I inhaled and walked over to her, pushing her gently back onto the bed. She protested for a moment, but then quickly leaned out of my reach, clearly scared. I drew my hand back, then walked over to my music box. I touched the cymbals then picked it up, walking back over to her with it. Sighing, I put the box in her out stretched hands. She brought it closer and began turning the crank on the side. The music poured out and the monkey began touching its cymbals together. Iris caught onto the tune and began humming along with it. A few tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered what happened 12 years ago in the very spot I was standing. The words swam around in my head.

"Masquerade... Paper faces on parade... Masquerade... Hide your face so the world will never find you. "

I brushed a tear away, but more came as the next four words forced itself to be remembered.

"Christine, I love you..."

Iris stopped humming and turned the crank as the music began to fade out. She looked at the monkey as the music grew louder with renewed energy. She swayed her head with the rhythm of the music.

And THIS is why I need some time to think! I would be glad for your ideas!

Erik: Pft. You need time to think about whether you're going to wake up in the morning in time to get ready for school.

Me: Oh shut up and help me think about what to do about this situation!

Erik: (Sniffle Sniffle) You hurt Erik's feelings!

Me: Aww, I'm sorry... I love you Erik! I'm SO SORRY! PLEASE DON'T GET MAD AT ME! PLEASE!

Erik: Okay fine.. Maybe I should sing to you!

Me: Oh that would be AWESOME!

Erik: I said maybe. That doesn't mean yes...

Me: (Sniffle Sniffle) You hurt Kay's feelings!

Erik: Aww, I'm sorry... I love you Kay! I'm SO SORRY! PLEASE DON'T GET MAD AT ME! PLEASE!

Me: Oh Erik! I knew you've always loved me!

Erik: 0.0 What ever happened to us talking about your writer's block?

Me: 0.0 Whatever! Don't forget me, my precious readers! I know my writing sucks, but... Yeah, whatever...