Once again I awoke to Max's furious shaking.
I gasped as if I had been underwater the entire time, then looked into the waiting swampy eyes of my friend.
"I had a nightmare."
At first he seemed relieved. I was quick to eradicate that relief.
"No, Max. A nightmare about the opera house."
He paled. "What happened?"
"The Phantom... he kidnapped a girl, manipulated her into thinking he was an angel. Now she's trapped in his lair with him! And I couldn't do anything..." tears rolled down my cheeks like landslides.
Max brushed the tears away. "It's alright. It was just a nightmare."
"No! It's real!" I cried at him. He took me in his arms, caressing my hair gently.
"Alright. It's real. What are you going to do?"
"I... I don't know. I thought he was my friend..."
"Then he needs to learn about friendship. Why not read to him?"
It was an appealing thought. Doing something I enjoy to help myself understand someone. But would he welcome it?
"I'll help you choose some books to take with you." said Max.
"Alright." I replied slowly.
This would be a peculiar dream, now wouldn't it?
YOU ARE READING
The Book Thief and the Phantom
ФанфікиLiesel Meminger is seventeen years old, and has strange dreams of the Opera Populaire, which only existed many, many years ago. How does she know about it? Why? From the perspective of Death and herself, Liesel meets and befriends the legendary Phan...
