Title: Another Thin Line

Author: LittleLottexoxEriksTrueAngel

Chapter Four: Shock

Disclaimer: I don't own The Phantom Of The Opera, but I wish I did.

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The door shut and locked in place.

I was alone…completely and utterly alone…

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I'm playing off this feeling knowing that it's time to be forgived

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The only word that I could use to describe what I was going through at that very moment….shock.

My whole entire life had spiraled out of control in a matter of hours…My whole entire life had been changed in a matter of minutes…nothing would ever be the same….

I pulled my legs up, resting my chin on my raised knees. My arms dangled lifelessly at my sides.

I cried.

After all that had happened in the past 24 hours, the only thing that I could do was cry. I was pathetic. My situation was hopeless. Life as I knew it was over.

I remained like that for hours…it could have been days or weeks or merely minutes for all I knew. There was no way to tell time in the room that I was occupying at the moment.

Yes, time slowly ticked by as I remained in that position on the floor.

Soon, I had cried so much that my eyes seemed dry. They drooped, willing me to close them and to keep them closed. I moved back slightly, leaning against the wall…my eyes slowly closed…

Sometime later, as I said there was no way to tell time in the room, the door quietly creaked open. I slowly opened my tired eyes to watch what the man was doing…I was frightened that he would rape me or something, come on…wouldn't you be worried too if you were in my situation? I watched as he placed something on the desk at the front of the room. He turned and looked at me.

"I know that you are awake." He stated as I snapped my eyes shut. His voice was still beautiful, but it had a strange hint of sadness to it. Was it because of what I had done?

I had no right to feel any guilt for what I had done to this man. He is the one keeping me prisoner in this strange place…in the darkness that frightened me so… No, I shouldn't feel this guilty. I had done nothing but try to protect myself….yet why did it feel as if I were suddenly the bad guy? Why did just those simple words affect me so?

But what could I do to rid myself of this strange feeling of guilt? Apologize? Would that in turn help me earn me freedom from the man…from this place?

He stared at me thoughtfully, wondering what I was going to do next. I sighed.

I whispered brokenly, staring at the floor, "I'm sorry."

"False apologies will get you no where with me, Christine." He spat. "You will remain here."

He spoke with such finality that it was pointless to argue. Arguing would get me nowhere and it made me feel…well, I do not know if I could even describe it. It was the strangest feeling that I had ever felt. A mix of fear, anxiety…and so many different, unfamiliar emotions combined. I shivered at his cold, venom filled words.

"There is a bed in the room. Use it." He said, then swiftly exited the room.

I stared at the closed, locked door for a few moments before dragging my limp body over to the bed. I soon lay on my back atop the unfamiliar bed, staring into the darkness.

The strange man did indeed puzzle me.

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If I could only come around (I'm looking in the black)

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A/N: This was a short chapter because it was sort of filler. What do you all think about the story? I'd love to know what you all think…leave a review! Come on, press the little button, you know you want to: ) And once again, the lyrics used at the beginning and at the end of the story are from the song 'Another Thin Line' off the Instant Star season two soundtrack.