A/N: Hey guys! Here's another songfic, this time for the song "I'm All Alone in the World" from Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol. I know I'm such a geek. xP But it's my favorite adaptation of A Christmas Carol and this song reminds of Erik. It's also based on a drawing of mine posted on deviantArt under the same name. Enjoy!
Erik gazed down at his stuffed animal that he was cradling in his arms. It was a monkey, the only present he had ever received in his life. It was tattered and torn, but he didn't mind. Maybe it was just a stuffed animal, but it kept him company when his mother kept him down in the cellar.
When you're alone, alone in the world
When you're alone in the world
Blown away leaves get blown in the world,
Swirled away leaves get swirled.
Being alone in the dark, damp cellar wasn't foreign to Erik. His mother kept him down here often. She wouldn't treat him to the luxury of food, but he managed. By now he was able to ignore those pangs in his stomach. It wasn't hunger pangs that bothered him. It was his longing for someone to share that prison with. Well, someone besides his monkey and the occasional rat that passed by.
Listening to your heels when you walk,
Making a lonely clack.
You don't know how it feels when you talk,
And nobody's voice talks back.
He wished he could have someone to talk to as well. Of course he would speak to his monkey. He would tell him in a hushed voice how awful his mother was to him. He would tell him how much he hated her and wanted to run away.
There was a problem with this, though. As much as he loved the monkey, the monkey couldn't talk back. It couldn't respond to his comments and answer his questions. It couldn't offer him the comforting words he longed for.
A hand for each hand was planned for the world,
Why don't my fingers reach?
Millions of grains of sand in the world,
Why such a lonely beach?
Who could offer him these words? Not his mother, not his father, so who? It seemed like his ears would never hear anything but the yelling and screaming from his parents.
Where is a voice to answer mine back?
Where are two shoes that click to my clack?
I'm all alone in the world.
Erik wondered if he would ever find someone who would appreciate him. He often pondered the possibility of someone in the world being kind to him, or even loving him.
Loving him? Erik knew he should just erase such thoughts from his mind. No one could love a man with a face like his. There were too many other men out there that were much more handsome. He knew that even when he grew up, his face would still be grotesque.
Maybe he could love someone, but no matter how strongly he willed it, no knew that no one could love him.