Why Fear The Face ?

Chapter 3

Erik's P.OV

That girl with that wretched temper ! How dare she insult me like that ? But as those words escaped her lips I felt a twang in my heart . I was being stupid of course . Stupid stupid Erik ....

But Christine ! What a voice . A voice I have nurtured with my music ! My music ...

As I return from the sanity of my mind, the constant ripple of water ran through my lank lair .The darkness covered my rotting hell in a blanket of cloud and smog .Depriving me of the joys of living in the outside world.

My face. Why was I cursed with this hell ridden face ! My face is the problem itself not the harsh reality surrounding it. I am the face of hell itself. My mask is my one only friend, this was the best way.

I made my way through the opera house to box 5 . The excitement I was rushed with was almost uncontrollable, my stomach raging with joy. My Christine was singing tonight! In front of of a full house! My nurtured music on display for the public to see ... 

I sat waiting patiently for my Christine's performance to start. I was waiting for her song to pour out of her fragile soul.

I scanned the audience looking for any trouble. When my eyes stumbled across that girl . Why does she appear everywhere I go? It was a blessing and a curse .

What am I saying? I don't even know the stupid girl !

An opera want to be is all she is, nothing more .

"Think of me, think of me fondly

When we've said goodbye

Remember me once in a while

Please promise me, you'll try "

I was hers . I needed her voice to be combined with mine . I loved her . I loved Christine . I loved her music ...

Tonight was going to be fun.

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Rose's P.OV 

"Rose wake up !" Somebody was trying to wake me up on  the other side of my music filled dream and I complied by opening my eyes .

"Hurry your dad's out looking for you ! You've been gone all day . It's nearly morning!" It was Meg she was dragging me out of the chair I had fallen asleep in. She was right . I ran to the back of the theater to the performers entrance , grabbing my cloak on the way .I draped it around my shoulders .

"Goodbye ..."I sang softly to the opera house and bowed gracefully . As I began opening the door . There was a voice . 

Oh what a magnificent voice ! How beautiful ! 

A man was singing back to me ."Goodbye ..." 

"Goodbye ......" We sang in harmony as I left that golden place .

I ran for my life through the town to get home as fast as humanly possible .

But I wasn't fast enough . 

I clambered up the fire escape of my small house/shop . The twisted black iron making me feel almost dizzy , with the dread and rush in my stomach and my spinning head , I climbed through my open bedroom window and collapsed on the harsh wooden floor .

My breathing still ragged I lifted my head to see the dark figure cast against the cream wall .I only knew to well this shadow . Darkness leaked into the bedroom as my head and heart sank down through the floors and out of that front door never to return again .

"Where have you been .." My father stated , no sign of expression in his voice,  just sickly sweetness sending a chill through my fragile bones .

"Out papa ..." I muttered calming my breathing , I crawled over to him to kneel at his feet . I was used to the fear of the unknown abuse now .

"Out where ?" He bent down so that we were at equal eye level . His eyes already attacking me . If I told him  I was at the opera house he'd kill me . 

"At the park papa ..." I looked down to the floor bracing myself . I was right , he took his hand from his side and slapped me across the face . Tears sprang to my face by the force of the hit . My cheek stinging he grabbed my wrists and pulled me roughly to my feet .I began to resist and pull and push but he wouldn't let me go . He will never let me go .

That night I didn't cry a single tear . I didn't feel sorry for myself . No . Instead I felt pity for my father . 

Sadness and darkness entwined into one.

I watched as the sun rose .

Painting colours of beauty across the sky .How I wish to dance among the clouds one day , against the colours of the sky , one with the wind .

I had a plan . 

I just hoped and prayed it worked . 

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A/N :Hey I was thinking of doing shorter chapters so I could update more often , I'm back in the swing of things now and are planning of updating at least once a week so yeah  ^_^ 

Cathy x