Hello Readers, I know that a number of you have read my story, so now I am begging for comments. They don't even need to be nice, just to tell me what you like and don't like, I'll even accept new ideas. Thats it for now, on with the story.
Even through the walls of the house, the man could still hear the screams echoing from inside the small room where the girl was sleeping. When the screams began, he simply dismissed them, thinking that girl would wake herself up, but as the night continued on the screams didn't stop if anything they escalated. They grew so loud that the sound echoed through the tunnels leading back up to the opera house. In fear of being heard the man eventually went into the room to wake the girl.
He attempted to wake her by shaking her gently but when she wouldn't wake. So when she wouldn't wake in any other way he realised that if she couldn't wake her, he would have to calm her down in her sleep. Only way he could think of the calm her was to sing, he knew that his voice had the power to control people so he tried that.
"Child of the wilderness, born into emptiness.
Learn to be lonely, learn to find you way in darkness
Who will be there for you, comfort and care for you?
Learn to be lonely, learn to be your one companion.
Never dreamed out in the world, there are arms to hold you.
You've always known, your heart was on it's own.
So laugh in your loneliness, child of the wilderness.
Learn to be lonely, learn how to love, life that is live alone.
Learn to be lonely, life can be lived, life can be loved alone."
By the end of the song the girl had calmed and was resting peacefully once again. Unsure on what to do, the cloaked figure sat down on the stool that sitting in front of the dresser and watched the girl. In his mind he was merely waiting for to wake up, so he could figure out why she as in the opera house or to make sure she didn't start screaming again. Another fit like that may alert the patrons above of his refuge. He didn't need another stage hand wondering around in the cellars. In his opinion, the stagehands were better at spying on the ballet rats than doing their jobs. Most of the times the stagehands showed up blind drunk to work or had no idea on what they were doing and were only hired because they lied about their past jobs on the ropes.
Thats it for that chapter, please comment on what you think or if you have any ideas on where I can take this story.
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Children of Life
Fanfic"I thought we all were children of God." A voice echoed through the opera house and into the ears of another lost child, The Phantom of the Opera. What happens when two lost souls looking for comfort meet, a gypsy girl and the devil's child? Perhaps...
