Schizophrenia

Chapter 2

Let the dream begin! Let your darker side give in, to that music which you know you cannot fight! And listen to the music of the night...

My body had begun to convulse worse than ever before. Dr. Roberts must have upped the voltage to have a bit of fun. I screamed and screamed. At least it was loud enough to drown out the voices...

There was so much pain. It started to become too much. The old straps of the chair creaked as if they could only take so much more... I could only take so much more.

I could see the edges of my vision gain a wavy black. It was like storm clouds rolling across the skies. It quickly overtook me and I gasped as I slumped over in my seat.

Everything went black.

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I woke up to the sound of water and violin music.

The ground beneath me was hard and cold. My skull was pounding as I tried to lessen the stiffness of my limbs. That's when I realized it.

I could move.

I was free.

Freedom. Something I hadn't felt in years. Something I had nearly forgotten the feeling of. All I knew was bondage. Uncontrollable tears began to stream down my face. Except this time, that familiar burn wasn't from pain or sadness. It was from overwhelming joy.

I tried to sit up and soon realized I did not yet have the energy for such a simple action. Just the attempt showed to be too draining as the blackness overtook me once more. Only now, that sweet violin melody had come to a halt and heard footsteps advancing swiftly towards me.

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"You're awake."

A familiar deep voice came from a tall, dark figure in the corner of the room in which I was being kept. I made another attempt at sitting up as to make myself better aware of my surroundings.

"I wouldn't recommend that, Mademoiselle." The figure warned, stepping closer. Close enough to see a face. A face guarded by a stark white, porcelain mask.

The command and a contradicting gentleness and harshness to it, as if the man wanted control, but was also trying to keep himself from frightening me. Almost as if I were a doe that could bolt at any moment. It was certainly enough to make me obey.

He wore a loosely fitting white shirt, a stark contrast to his jet-black hair. His silhouette was tall and foreboding. The porcelain mask reflected the candlelight more and more as he neared me. Sitting on the side of the swan-shaped bed, he pressed a cool cloth to my forehead and down my neck.

"Drink this." The said, grabbed a small cup from the dresser. He started to hold the cup to my lips when I spoke. "What's in it?" I turned slightly away from him, a natural reaction to years of being drugged against your will.

"It's an herbal tea. It will help with the pain and convulsions." He stated calmly. "Convulsions? What convulsions?"

"When you fainted, that's when they began. It's why I carried you here, so that you wouldn't injure yourself. Drink." I trusted him for now at least and nodded my head. My eyes met his and I realized I knew those eyes.

Those beautiful, striking green eyes. Those lonely eyes that held so much pain, so much sorrow. More than any person should have to bare.

I knew those eyes.

Those were his eyes. The Phantom's eyes. Erik's eyes. Everything began to click and fall into place.

But how did I get here?

Author's note: So, how did Nicolette get into music's domain?... This is going to be such an interesting story to write. Also, this is my first POTO fanfiction so I hope I can do it justice. I was listening to the Love Never Dies soundtrack while writing this chapter. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. Please leave a comment, I love hearing from you guys.

Farewell, my lovely freaks.

Your faithful servant,

Dani Jade