My Name is What?

Dream of the Past

Yes. Sleep. I was asleep, I knew that. But I still had my own thoughts. What was going on? Where was I? 

I walked in, what I assume is a dream, a dark room. No lights, no furniture, no people. All there was, was a single spotlight in the distance. I decided my best choice was to walk towards it if I couldn't see anywhere else.

The closer I walked, I noticed a silhouette of a girl. It was definitely a girl by the length of her hair and her posture and I grew excited knowing I wasn't alone. As I walked up to her, I noticed something strange.

She looked exactly like me.

I didn't need a mirror or picture to prove that. I knew I didn't have any siblings but this girl could pass as my twin. I stopped dead in my tracks, afraid to go any farther. This girl was scaring me and I didn't want to know why she looked like me.

"Are you really afraid of yourself?" she asked with humorous smile. 

Myself? Is she saying she's me? 

"Yes that's exactly what I'm saying," she spoke again, I froze.

 How did she know what I thought to myself? 

"I didn't speak out loud did I?" I asked her. She shook her head.

"In a way yes but no you didn't." 

That doesn't make any sense. 

"What do you mean?" I asked as she asked me to come forward into the light. And as soon as I stepped in, our surroundings changed.

We were now in a room. The furniture was plain and simple and nothing was out of place. The design was very different from the one I have been living in but it didn't bother me, it felt almost familiar. I looked down at myself and noticed I was still wearing the same outfit from after my performance last night.

The girl walked over to the grey coach and sat down. She looked to me and patted the seat next to her. I hesitantly walked over and sat beside her. 

"Are you confused?" she asked. I nodded my head rapidly.

 "Yes. I am very confused. Am I dreaming? Why am I speaking French while you speak English but I understand you anyways? Where am I? Who are you?"

 She laughed and put her hand on my shoulder. 

"Calm down. I understand this is all very weird for you. Trust me, it is for me too. But, that is why you are here and why I am here. To help you understand."

"I'm sorry. I just I don't know what to do because I've been so confused and anxious the past couple of days," I replied. Which has been true, and I never had time to speak to Madame Giry about it. I began to wonder why I was so comfortable speaking with this girl, but she had said she was me. So, I should be able to trust her, right?

 "That's understandable. But to answer your questions, you are in the cross bridge between your two lives. This is in a way a dream, but it is also happening at this very moment. You speak French and understand English and vice versa because you and I, are the same person. By me telling you this, I can bet you know my name," she explains.

It didn't take very long for me to figure it out. It is the name that had been haunting me for the past couple of days.

"Delilah," She smiled and nodded. 

"Yes, I am Delilah."

 "But how? Why?" 

She laughed again but I didn't understand why she found it amusing. 

"I find it amusing because you are so much like Christine it's unbearable. But you also have to remember that we are the same person,"she states. I shook my head in disbelief.

"Could you not read my thoughts? It is a tad creepy," I state.

"Sorry, I can't help it."

 "Why? Why am I here?" I asked again.

"Why? Because you have a choice. Not many people do. And when they do, they don't use those choices to their benefit. Madame Giry spoke to you about you making the right decisions for yourself, correct?" I nodded. 

"And you've been hearing a man say that to you as well?" again I nodded. 

"Take my hand," she said and she held out her hand to me. I took it and immediately I was overwhelmed with emotions as visions of myself overcame me.

There I was as Delilah, living through life without support or love from others. I could see the years flash before me, growing up with my parents that never loved me. I always felt out of place from that world, like I belonged somewhere else. I was basically shunned away from people because of my love of music. I was never accepted and didn't think anyone felt my pain. Then there was a show, a beautiful written by a brilliant man shown before me. A show that showcased the story of a man, a musical genius, cast away from people all of his life. Never knowing what love truly was, until he met her.

A young and beautiful girl with a voice so angelic it made men weep just as much as women. 

That girl was named Christine Daae. The story was called The Phantom of the Opera.

"But I don't understand. This all fake? Am I not really Christine?" I said to her quietly. 

"No no no. This is all very real. You have been given the choice to choose the life you wish to live. The hallway you entered was exactly what Hal said. When the majestic theater was built, a curse fell upon it and enchanted that hallway. I know, it seems impossible, but it is true. Those people who entered always went through, finding themselves in another life, a past life and had to learn of what their actions in this world meant. What their consequences would be based on their actions and behaviors. You have been taken to the past and you must make the decision of which life you want. Madame Giry of course can guide you and help you along the way. She knows all about the passage. But the story that you hold so close and dear to your heart, is a story you are now living in. That is why you know all of those people, and have all of those memories. You have developed so much in a way that your conscience is exactly like Christine, that is why anyone who has gone in there coming back questions the show and the world seems so new to them. The only difference with them and you, is that they didn't have a reason to go in there. You did."

This was all too much. It felt like my head was going to explode and I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. 

"How do you know all of this?" I asked her.

 "I had to learn to grow up much faster than I anticipated. But you, you are living the life you always wanted. Filled with love and surrounded by music. I know this is all so sudden but you have to return now. I will come back and see you again in a few months. Speak with Madame Giry, she can explain further if you have any more questions. Then will be the time you make your decision." 

"Months? How long will I be here? What am I to do?" I question. Was I going to remember any of this? 

"Yes months. You are Christine Daae and you have a lot on your plate. The amount you remember tonight and the story I have shown you will reflect on how you wish to live it. You know this story like that back of your hand and everything will come naturally to you. Only the thing that will change is how you as Christine wish to live it and change anything you want to change. They say destiny is shaped for you, but never explain further how you can change your own fate. Now go, live your life. I will always be here to guide you along with your angel."

With that I was plunged back into darkness. I felt myself waking again slowly, as the name I was once familiar with drifted away.

A/N: I hoped everyone enjoyed! I was very excited to write this chapter because decisions are important in everyone's life. And you are the only person who can truly make the choice on what happens in your life. Don't regret anything because at the time, that is what you wanted and it has shaped you to be the person you are. Happy Reading!