To Save You I Will Die (Phantom Of The Opera x Oc)

Chapter 21: Stage Set

I could feel sweat beads rolling down my back as I thought about that dream again. It had been a month since then.

I have been avoiding Erik, and he knows it.

I just needed time to think, and with the dreams coming, I had no time to worry about him.

Who was that person?

What was that person?

Had I truly gone insane from guilt?

I should be guilty of my actions. Instead, I knew what I was doing, and I did it anyway.

I fell in love with someone that I should have not.

This reality is not true.

I do not exist; I am noth...

Ow!

Looking down at my finger, it looked like I had pricked it.

"Delphine, you okay," one of the girls said.

I didn't look at who it was, but I instantly pulled out a small vial from my waist side and poured the liquid into my finger.

It stung a little bit afterward, so I wrapped a small clean cloth around it.

This was not the first time I had received cuts and wounds from work.

When i had first entered this world, I had accidentally cut myself, forgetting about the dangers of bacteria.

I had gotten a terrible fever causing me to lose my first job.

Which got me behind on paying Christine, school for a month.

"Why did yeh waste a perfect brandy on the' little cut," Madame Brancet

"I need to disinfect it, or I could get sick," I say with a smile.

She looked at me for a while, analyzing me.

"Stay with me at the end of' the day I want' to talk with yeh," said.

The other women giggled, and all let out an Oh signaling that I was in trouble.

I had no idea.

I thought about what had happened the whole day. However, it wasn't until the end of the day, and everyone had left, that I was confronted with the reasoning.

"So tell me what's going' on," Madam Brancet said in a serious voice

I looked at her confused, "Nothing is going on."

She crossed her arms, not believing a word i said. "Come on, delphine. I know that look. I have seen it myself a couple of times.

She has?

Does that mean Madame Brancet knows about that spirit?

No, that is impossible.

But it could make sense there is no way only one person had come to this world.

"You have," I asked, testing the waters.

She nods, smiling slightly, "Of course I am. I am not new to this. It isn't me first' time talking' about' such things."

Has she really figured it out?

Are there others like me

My body seemed to rise up with fear and doubt. Unsure of what was going to happen.

"You are in love, Ms. Dae," she said.

My body froze.

What did she say?