Let Your Fantasies Unwind

Chapter 11

I wake up the next morning feeling a bit paranoid. I sit up in bed, and feel eyes watching my every move. I look around, and see the Phantom watching me in the corner of my room. I give out a small yelp.

"Dude! What the heck?"

"Why was your door jammed?" He asks so flatly that it seemed more like a statement.

"You were a little off yesterday."

"Then why did you say I wasn't dangerous?" he gets closer to me. "You said I wasn't dangerous."

"Well-"

"What good do you see in me? What do you see of me? What do you think of me? You don't know me! You don't know Erik! How should you know Erik? You two spend a great time together, but never talk? Erik is confused about you!" he stomps around the room. He punches a bookshelf, and books fall off of it. "Erik is hurt." He mumbles.

I walk up to him, and nudge his arm. He turns and glares at me, daggers in his eyes. I flinch, but then hug him, hoping he won't take the opportunity to kill me.

After about ten seconds, he walks away, slamming the door. I go over to the bookshelf and pick up the books that have fallen onto the ground. I don't know what the order is, so I put up the books in random places, and feel a little bad. I'm pretty sure they were organized in a way I can't tell.

I pace around the room, not knowing what to do. He's throwing a fit, and I don't know how to handle it. I knew they weren't good, but now I understand why Christine didn't try anything, like, not even moving a muscle. I sit back on the bed, and look at my phone's battery. It's down to fifty-five percent.

'Don't start panicking until it's closer to thirty or so.' I remind myself.

I lay down, and just wait, and wait, and fall asleep.

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I get a slap to my head, and I immediately try to fight off whatever or whoever did that.

"Ow! What?!" I meet Erik's eyes.

He darts his eyes up and down, a hit of sadness and annoyance hiding, and then says, "Good morning to you too."

"Sorry, I'm just used to so many siblings, that you've got to fight them off." I mumble. "What's up?"

"I was going to show you around the Opera house properly, remember?"

"Oh, yeah! When?"

"Today."

"But when? It's not like we can mosey our way around."

"At night."

"What time is it now?"

"The evening."

"I was asleep for that long?"

"Apparently. Come on, I'll get you something to eat. Get changed." He closes the door softly after him.

I change out of one pair of pants and a shirt, and into another outfit as such. I try on the new shoes again, and then carry on out to the kitchen. I see a plate with toast on it, and the Phantom working on something else.

He must've heard me, because he says, "The toast is for you to eat while I finish this up."

I take the toast and take a bite out of it. I wander over to where the Phantom is working on his "thing," but I can't tell what it is.

"Go back over to the table." He says.

"Yes sir." I mumble and sit at the table.

He comes over to the table, balancing two plates with steaming hot food on it. He sets one plate in front of me, and places the other on the other side of the table. He grabs some silverware from a drawer a few feet away, hands me a set, and then sits in his seat.