inspiration: how to save a life-the fray
dedications: kayleigh!!!!! she stayed up until 12:00 with me just working on this. and we found out that we make good teletubbies and djs. but that's a whole diff story. she taught me this awsum 2nd person type writing. It's a phantomlicious type of writing and makes the stories all that cooler. Tubby Custard!!!
notes: sorry about the length. its a short story. and its my first work. lol. Again, criticism is good. even the harsh kind. the story line i think is good. but i play it out all wrong. It's a little, idk. but its missing something. and idk what. its kinda boring too. i hate it. but feel free to read it.
You wake up. You are sweating. Your blood is cold. Are you, crying?
It's alright. You lied. You escaped. You and Raoul our free now.
But was it a lie? Are you free?
It's been 3 years since that horrible incident. You don't want to think about it.
The time is 3 hours past midnight.
Today is your wedding day.
As you walk your self down the aisle, you cannot stop thinking. About,
…Him.
What? You must have zoned out. He says "I do." You can't do this.
Run.
You flee. Your feet are carrying you as fast as they can past familiar landscape.
Where are you?
You're confused. You're hurt. Your stomach is in a knot. Your eyes are dry, red, and swollen with the sadness. But what can you do?
Your feet are carrying you toward where you want to be. It pains me to know what lies for you at the end of this story dear Christine. You cannot be with him. You are hurt. Emotionally distraught. And you can never be with him. You don't know the hours I spend toiling, trying to explain your emotion. From the comfort of my home I am weeping for you. I have sympathy. The public can try to understand. Some may grasp it, some may not. I agonize for those who can.
You're at your father's grave. You begin to cry. You feel a
…..presence. It's speaking to you. But you do not understand.
What are you telling me? I feel you there……
Am I right in doing this? It isn't fair…
Must I choose between two loves? This strange affair……
The phantom of the opera is there… this I'm aware
I'm in no position, to tell you right and wrong
But I'm afraid that to me, you can't belong,
And if you must go, sing with me one last song………
The phantom of the opera is there…… But not for long…
He doesn't know of course,
I'm so distraught,
Your advice my angel?
Alas, I have no thoughts.
Why are you leaving me? Please do not go……
The phantom of the opera is there, but what should I do?
Raoul has caught up with you. He runs to you and you burst into sobs as he cradles you in his arms.
You hear a voice. It is your own. "I love you."
But who are you talking to?
You understand it now. It's okay. He is accepts you, and him. Together.
But do you?
It isn't okay. You know. I know. Every poor soul on this planet now knows.
You are back in the church. The wedding ceremony is restarting; you take the ring and say "I do." This is the happiest day of your life. You are getting married.
Why do you want to cry?
Cry my dear, cry your heart out. You don't deserve this pain. No-one does. Cry like you've never cried before. Cry with me. Cry with him. Sob.
Raoul is uneasy all during the reception.
My poor Raoul. My little third wheel. You, my friend, are married to Christine. Isn't that all you've ever wanted? But alas, those memories will taunt you forever. Just as they bring tears to my eyes. My poor tortured soul.
You should talk to him. You tell him nothing is wrong. You're just a little scared, is all. He accepts this answer and seems to be alright. He relaxes and has fun. At least one of you should.
As the hall empties out you start to load the carriage with the gifts. Raoul walks out with the last lot.
As your walking out, something catches your eye.
A rose. A beautiful red rose with a black satin ribbon.
From your beloved.
And my poor Christine, if only you knew that the angel of music was still watching you. He has guided you this far, let him take the reins. If only you could. And somewhere an angel is crying. Weeping. Weeping for you.
Don't think of me
Don't think of me fondly,
When we've said goodbye.
Forget me now
It's only more grief
To know of what could have been
When you find
That, once
Again, you long
To take your heart back
And be free -
You know you do,
My dear Christine
Forget about me…………
We never said Think of all the things
our
love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but
if
you can still
remember
stop thinking
of me . .
.
i've done to you
the torture
you live with
forget me now
Can it be?
Can it be Christine?
That you really,
Cared for me, Christine,
Must you leave me now in horrid pain?
You should
not
remember
me, but
I'll remember
you...
Think of me, Imagine me, Recall those days
think
of me waking,
silent and
resigned.
trying
too hard
to put you
from my mind.
look
back
on all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do
-
there will
never be
a day, when
I won't think
of
you. .
We never said
Our love
Was evergreen,
Or as unchanging
As the sea -
But please
Promise me,
That sometimes
You will think of me!
Oh Christine, the things I would tell you. I could comfort you. But I have realized:
I may talk to you all I like. But you cannot hear me.
Cry my dear. Cry your heart out.