Can I Change Fate?

Part 2

Abby POV

Moaning, I opened my eyes to find myself in a small elegant room. I was lying on a bed with a bandage wrapped around my wrist. It took me a moment to remember that Rose and I had actually travelled back in time. Remembering the curtain fall, I winced.

Then it hit me. I really was here in The Phantom of the Opera. I didn't know what to think about that. It honestly was Rose's favorite movie. The only bright side was that I could see Raoul. I smiled dreamily. The door flung open, interrupting my thoughts. I was surprised to see my older sister in a creamy white dress, with her dark brown hair framing her face, standing in the doorway.

"Rose?"

She smiled in relief and ran over to me, "Oh my gosh, Abby! I'm so glad that you are okay." Rose hugged me. "Though, I wouldn't mind having our room all to myself." I rolled my eyes at her teasing.

"What is happening?" I asked her seriously. I could tell from her eyes that she was just as confused as I was. Rose was silent for a moment before answering.

"I don't know," she tilted her head. "But we will find a way back, I promise." My older sister reassured me, giving me a cocky grin. I nodded.

"What happened to your clothes?" I asked. Rose blinked in momentarily confusion at the topic change, before giving a small sigh.

"Meg gave me one of her dresses. I can't go parading around in skinny jeans and a t-shirt," she sat down in a red velvet chair next to my bed. "Since we are here, we need to figure out what our background is."

Smirking, I sat up and leaned against the headboard. "Hmmm...I have an idea. How about I'll be the beautifully talented dancer and you can be my supportive loving sister."

Rose let out a laugh, "Oh really? I think we need a better background then that!" I gave a pout but she just gave me a light smirk. The door opened suddenly, revealing the doctor that had bandaged my wrist.

His gray eyebrows arched upwards when he saw my sister. "Mademoiselle, what is your business here?"

Rose stood up and curtsied. She gave me a quick glare when she noticed my smirk, before turning back towards the doctor. "Sorry, I came to visit my sister. I am leaving now." She turned to me, lightly touching my hand. "Don't worry, Abby." I was confused at her wink. My older sister gave me one last mischievous smile before leaving the room.

Rose POV

"Don't worry, Abby." I gave her a sly wink. I wanted to tell her my idea on how to get back home, but I couldn't say anything in front of the elderly doctor. In the movie, Christine left Erik for Raoul.....what if Abby and I brought them together? Could that bring us back? Giving Abby a smile, I left the room to go find Madame Giry.

Honestly, I wanted to stay. I loved the grand halls and rooms of the Opera House, and the fact that I was actually here was amazing. But another part of me knew that I had to get back home. Sighing, I headed towards the stage.

To my surprise, it was empty. I looked around and gave a grin. So here I was, Rose O'Connell, standing on the stage of the famous Opera House. Smirking, I pictured telling my friends and band mates about it.

I turned toward the row of seats and closed my eyes. I imagined cheering crowds, shouting my name, like I always did before every concert my band played. Jonas, my lead guitar player and best friend, always teased me about it. Though, it was kind of hard to imagine cheering fans in an Opera House. Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth and sang to my imaginary fans.

Think of me,

Think of me fondly...

The words tumbled out of my mouth with ease as I sang them. I know it was probably lame to sing that particular song, but it was one of my favorites throughout the movie. As soon as I ended the last verse, I gave a bow, giggling.

It was actually my father who introduced me to music. I loved him a lot and wanted to make him proud. Tears threatened to run down my cheeks as I thought about him, but I held them back. Ever since my dad died, it has just been Abby and me. Our mom got drunk and abusive for a while before she met Steve, our stepdad.

"No!" Abby cried as I got backhanded across the face. Mom had stormed into our room demanding to know who threw her whiskey away. Noticing Abigail's guilty look, I knew it was her and I quickly took the blame.

My mother slapped me harder, causing blood to drip from my nose. "I should have had an abortion with you. You are a worthless piece of shit." Her breath stank of beer that she had from the bar. Abby was crying in the corner. I felt for her. She was too young to know this part of the world.

"Please," I said quietly, holding back my anger and fear as I looked into my mother's disapproving eyes. "She doesn't need to see this."

I closed my eyes and shook the memory away. Opening them, I was back onstage in the famous Opera House. In a way, I understood Erik. I understood his pain and loneliness. That was one of the reasons why I rooted for him in the movie. As much as i tried, that dreadful memory kept reappearing, maybe another song will help. My voice cracked many times.

Wishing you were somehow here again

Wishing you were somehow near

Halfway through I couldn't take it anymore, I broke down and fell to my knees. Tears streaming down my face, I wept for a short period of time. Angrily, I wiped them away and stood. Turning to head back to the room, I noticed a familiar dark figure.
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It's Erik! Do you think i brought him in too soon? I don't know, what do you guys think? Please comment what you think and vote if you like :)
-Hell's Angel