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Chapter one
I have a new roommate. They are moving in soon.
I stare around the dismal cell of a room and open my mouth. The words remind me of happier times, when I felt alive.
They say its so I'm not isolated anymore. They say its so they know I will be on my best behaviour. But I can see it in their eyes. They're disappointed I hadn't died sooner.
I remember arriving there, to the school, back when it was happy. Back when the trees were green and birds flew in the sky. I went there with papa, but he is gone now. Gone to wherever the souls go. I'd like to think that someday he'll help me get out of this hole, and send me the angel. I remembered when they looked at me in concern, my face pale and gaunt, and myself constantly chattering about the music inside of my head. I almost snort out loud. No wonder they locked me up in here.
Drifting off into slumber, I jolt awake when I hear the door of my cell- room- being opened carelessly. It squeaks and moans, showing how little it has been opened in the past three years. However, what shocks me most is the fact that there in the doorway is a boy.
A boy.
Oh god.
They want to kill me.
He is young and attractive, with blonde hair that is slicked back with gel. His eyes are a brilliant shade of dark blue with a strong jawline and a lean muscled frame.
I stare in horror as I look into his eyes. Dear god, how could I ever forget those eyes. He sizes me up, before spinning around in the room, getting a better taste of his new 'home'. He looks at my bed to his before walking casually over and pushing my bed next to his. He sprawls out over both the mattresses and stares at me expectantly. What does he want me to do? The intensity of his stare brings back memories of a little boy I knew a long time ago.
It couldn't be, could it?
"So, what's your name?" He asks lazily, popping a piece of gum in his mouth, that they must have missed during the search.
My mouth is dry. I can't answer him even if I want to- I don't.
"Right, you don't talk much do you?" He speaks again, and I can only sit with my mouth agape listening to him. "Well, I'll tell you my name first then you follow, ok?"
I want to interrupt him there. Tell him I already know his name. Tell him I have been in love with him since I was seven. Standing on the beach, clutching desperately to his hand; but instead I stay silent.
"My name is..." He pauses.
I can only think one rational thought.
Raoul.
"Raoul de Chagney." I stare at his hands, unable to look at his face as I know I'll give myself away.
"So what's your name?" he asks looking at me, analysing me. I want to crawl into my corner and never come out. I look at him fearfully and say nothing. If I hear my name in his mouth, I may cry and never be able to stop, drowning in the raindrops of my sadness.
It was that night, once I was tucked on the floor as Raoul had the two beds, I finally decide to talk.
"Raoul." The words were raspy. I wince as I think what my singing voice will sound like now. "My name...my name is Christine Daae." Maybe, just maybe I can make a friend out of my new cellmate.
I can hear the smile in his voice. "Goodnight Christine Daae, sleep well."
I can't find it in me to reply. So I don't say anything.