The wind caught my hair. The barricades were standing tall. I heard a gun shoot.
My friends were in front of me, Enjolras, Grantaire, Combeferre, Joly, Eponine, Gavroche, every single one of them.
Dead.
They were dead. I heard their screams.
They had been screaming.
Screaming my name.
Tears streamed down my face.
I screamed.
*****
I woke up, seeing dad standing over me. Salty tears were still roaming my face."They're dead.. Dead.. I saw them... They where there. Dad... I can't stand it! They where screaming my name! I couldn't help them!" I cried out until dad pulled me into his embrace, holding me tightly, soothing me by patting my back, whispering soft words into my hair.
"I'm sorry." I sniffed, making dad pull away to look at me. "For what, Mon Ange?" He asked me, wiping my tears away with his gloved thumb
"For being rude... For running away.. For not talking to you... I'm so sorry..!" I stammered out.
It was the truth
Dad looked at me. "I am the one who is sorry my dear. You lost your friends and your loved one. I know, that you may not believe me, but I do know what it feels like... To lose your beloved, I'm so sorry that I wasn't there for you, you clearly needed me to guide you.." I knew that he was talking of my mother. Christine. Who else would he have lost? I just nodded, the dream was still haunting me.
"Do you understand why I kept you down here?"
I nodded and sighed
"For my own safety." I said and he kissed my forehead
"Shall I sing the bad dreams away?" Dad asked. When I was a little girl he would sing to me, or play his organ, or hum. I loved when he sang.
I nodded. "Yes please."
He then coughed.
"Nighttime Sharpens,
Heightens each sensation.
Darkness, stirs and wakes imagination.
Silently the senses, abandon their defenses..."
He took a break, looking me in the eye, I smiled curling up against him.
"Slowly, Gently, night unfurls it's splendor.
Grasp it,
Sense it!
Tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away, from the Garish light of day!
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light...
And listen to the music of the night."
He sang softly.
I fell asleep, hearing his soft voice in my mind.
"You alone can make my song take flight.... Help me make the music of the night.......... Sleep well, Mon Ange"
Awh! She forgave him... One big happy family... No wait... Christine isn't there.. *Sob*
Just wait and see readers, wait and see...
'Till I hear you sing!
-Josie <3
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Little Phantom on Adventure
FanfictionEmma is tired of life in the Phantom's lair. Her father's lair. Erik kept his daughter in the catacombs under the Opera Populaire in fear of losing her, but what if keeping her locked away from the outside world is exactly what makes him lose her. ...
