Mr. Erik Destler (A Phantom Of The Opera Phanphic)

Chapter 44

Please don't hate Erik or me too much...

Liz-Marie

After I called the medics, it was all a blur. I wanted to be mad at Erik, but I couldn't be. And I knew Erik hated himself now. If he didn't try to keep her hostage, the three of us would've been watching a movie right then... But he did try to keep her hostage. He said he was going to protect her, and instead, her she was, lying in the middle of the road, not breathing, not moving. I was crying now. If Elyza was... Dead-- oh, how much that word hurts-- If Elyza was dead, I would have no-one. Sure, Erik would let me stay with him, but I knew that he favoured my sister more than me. I didn't want that awkward tension between us. "This is all my fault.... All my fault..." I heard the man beside me mumbling repeatedly. Erik's voice was soft, broken, and empty. He reached out to stroke Elyza's hair, but his hand stopped a few centimetres away. He was fighting the urge. I knew he felt horrified and disgusted with himself. The man pulled his hand away from her head and. Erik gazed down upon the sleeping beauty that was Elyza. Within a few minutes, police cars, ambulances, and the fire department surrounded us. Erik stood and ran over to the first person he saw. I didn't hear what he was saying. He was sobbing and shouting and shaking, but I didn't hear him. Time had seemed to stop. All the sound and music in the world silenced deafeningly. I could only watch as my sister was lifted from the ground. The only trace of her being there was the bloody outline.