"Why did you have to be born this way!"
My father yelled at me. His screams pierced my ears and the broken shards of glass in my legs stung like hell.
"It wasn't my fault, please father, don't do this!"
I stood at the ledge of the great hill Æseir. Green trees all around and the smell of fresh pine.Water below me splashed in all different directions. This all would have been nice if I wasn't cornered at the edge of the hill. 40 foot drop laid before me. I tried my best not to look over the drop below me but it was all I could think of. My father looked me dead in the eyes and smiled. His look of pure pain and suffering morphing his features.
"It is your fault! You killed your mother and the devil blesses you with eyes of demons. You deserve this punishment!"
As soon as he said those words I felt my soul leave my body. I was falling. Falling down and down and down. I could see the tears from my eyes falling sower than me to my doom. He let me go. My own father dropped me to my death. But......Maybe he was right. Maybe I was a monster.
A/N
Hey guys welcome to another story!!!! This is another Phantom of the Opera story that I think you will all enjoy. I have been getting better at my writing skills so I hope you see some improvement! Again I do not own the characters or the story from Phantom except for my character. Have fun!!!!!
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Fire with Fire
FanfictionA woman from Norway named Frejya Üli moved to Paris France to pursue her love for Singing and Art. But there was one itty bitty problem.....
