Fear Can Turn To Love

Fear Can Turn To Love 15

I wake up and look around for Erik, he's not here.

My stomach starts to growl, I guess its breakfast time.

I walk down the stairs and see Erik sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.

Erik looks up as I walk in and puts his paper to the side. He then gets up and starts to make my breakfast, all without saying a word.

As I'm sitting there, I can't help but look at the paper. My eyes widen at the sight.

In capital letters on the front of the page is CHRISTINE DAAE STILL MISSING - FATHER BLAMES HIMSELF

"No," I whisper. Erik must have somehow have heard me and rushes over to my side.

"Oh, you weren't suppose to see that." He says as he takes the paper away and throws it in the trash. I don't see how that is going to help me, I mean the damage is already done.

Then it hits me. My dream. This dream can't come true!

"Christine, please! Tell me what you're thinking! Please!" Erik begs me.

Tears start to form in my eyes as look at him and say, "Erik, remember how I couldn't sleep last night?"

He nods his head. "Well, I couldn't sleep because of my dream."

"Your dream, Christine. You didn't tell me abo-"

I cut him off and say "I know I didn't tell you so I'm telling you now."

Dream

I just walked through the door of my home and yell "Dad, I'm home."

I don't get a reply. That's funny, today is his day off. I try again "Dad, I'm back."

Still nothing. I don't start to worry, yet. I take out my phone and call him. I just need to hear his voice.

He's in this house, I can hear his phone ring.

He's here! He's fine!

Then why didn't he respond when I called for him?

I call him again and follow his ringtone up to the bathroom. I knock once, no reply. I knock again, nothing. "Daddy," I say as I open the door.

I scream at the sight before me. My father lying on the floor.

I rush over to him and check his pulse. I fell nothing.

I then start to shake him and scream at him, begging him to wake up. But he doesn't, he never did.

End Dream

I'm now crying my eyes out on Erik's shoulder and he is trying his best to calm me down.

"Erik, please! Please let me see him."

"You know I can't do that Christine."

I keep on crying, I don't think I've ever cried this much.

Erik sighs and puts me at arms length. "Christine, you can't see him in person, but," he pauses "you can call him."

I'm about to hug him, when he stops me and continues "I have to be in the room and it can only be for five minutes." Erik hands me the phone and I dial my dad's number.

The phone rings and rings, but he never picks up. My stomach drops, this can't be happening. "Erik" I cry as he pulls me in for a hug.

"Please, I need to see him. I need to know that he is alright."

"Christine, I can't."

"Erik" I take his hand, "Please."

Erik looks at me and then he nods.