The Same (A PotO Phan-fic)

Chapter 9

A/N: Hey, sorry for the wait. Anyways here is this chapter. I have been very busy.
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.Layla's P.O.V..

I slowly walked into the room like told, rubbing the sore spot on my head. I glance around the candle lit room in search of whatever dress that masked-man wanted me to change into. I only saw a dark blue one around so I decided to change into that one. It was a little loose in some areas but it fit none of the less. I let out a soft sigh and aimlessly walked around in the room. My eyes trailed down to floor and I saw my sketchbook and glove. I quickly picked up my glove and art supplies.

'At least it is quite down here, minus the organ playing.' I thought as I sat down on the bed I woke up on. I flipped back to the drawing of the pot of roses. I tuned out and focused solely on the drawing; like I was in my own world. Drawing was like a get away for me, always kept me distracted from the horrid life I used to live in.

I was so distracted in my drawing, I didn't even notice the masked man enter the room. I continued on outlining one of the roses until he coughed loudly.

"I see you are settling in well, rat." He spoke with resentment. I simply rolled my eyes at him.

"What do you want, Phantom?" I looked by down at my drawing.

"Is that anyway to talk to me? I am letting you stay here."

"Correction, you are forcing me to stay here."

"Anyways, I spoke with Madame Giry and she knows that you are down here with me." I look back up and watched him walk out of the room.

'Why is he such an ass to me?' I grumbled and continued on with my drawing. Hours seemed to pass and I was finally finished with my drawing. I casually threw my things on the bed and walked up to the full body mirror to inspect my neck; it was a dark purple and it didn't faze me at all. I lightly touched it with my hand and slowly ran my fingers across the rope bruise; it looked bad, but I have seen worse.

I was just about to return to drawing when I noticed the Opera Ghost staring at me through the mirror.

"That bruise doesn't seem to faze you at all." He grunted. "Most women would be devastated that their looks might have been diminished." I weakly chuckled.

"Why do you care? You are the one who caused this."

"I don't actually. Anyways, if you are hungry I have some bread you can eat or not. I do not care." In with that, he left the room.

"What a strange man..." I looked back at my reflection. "Once this damned bruise starts to fade, I can leave this cold cave." I went over to the bed put my glove on and walked out of the room. I searched around and noticed a small plate with bread on a table. I slowly lifted it up, not so sure if I should trust the man or not.

"It's not poison." I spun around and saw him standing across the cave. "Are you done being stubborn?" I simply turned back around and took a bite out of the small portion of bread. I hear the Phantom let out a sigh before returning back to his organ. I was slightly confused by him. First, he strangled me, now he is being some-what nice.

I shrugged my shoulders and continued eating the rest of the bread. Music starts playing and I see the Opera Ghost playing the organ. I begin studying him and start to wonder, 'Why does he wear that mask?' I wanted to ask him, but I know well that everyone has their own secrets. I watch him play for a few more seconds; he seemed so focused on his playing, it almost reminded me of myself when I draw. I gave once last glance before returning to my room.