Broken Mirrors

by HannahBanana92

Once the Opera Popular burns down Christine flees the scene with Raoul, but a part of her wonders what could have been if she had refused to leave? When Christine finds herself pregnant and the gossips of the town,she becomes unsure who is the father. She is faced with the decision to go to the life she wants or the life she needs.

1. Chapter 1

"Christine! Christine!"

the high-pitched voice rang from behind. Christine turned her head ever so slightly, scared of what she might find. "Where was Raoul?" Christine thought. Christine felt as if she needed him every second of everyday since they conocived. As if her entire existence depened on his nearness.

"Raoul?" Christine's voice cracked at it's highth. She knew he would not answer. Meg, Christines long time and dearest bestfriend, appeared out from behind the bookshelf where Christine had concealed herself.

"Oh Christine..." Meg said with a disturbed look upon her face. "You look terrible!" Christine was beginning to grow aggrivated. "Where's Raoul? I woke and couldn't find him, I was beginning to get worried."

Christine used Meg to push herself from the hard stone floor she had sat upon for many hours. "He had to take an early shift at the blacksmith. I went to the shop early this morning and he asked of me to care for you today. I, of course, couldn't refuse." Meg continued talking, "Although I do need to go fetch some food from the market... Would you like to come along?"

Christine hadn't even felt like walking. She rarely left their cozy one room cottage since it happened. The only strength Christine could summon was to nod her head ever so slightly.

Meg helped her into her soft red cape that brought back memories. Such painful memories, but yet, ones she held dearly. Once Christine stood, she looked at herself in the mirror ,the first time, and had come to full recognition of how truly large her abdomen was becoming. She stroked her growing stomach a few times, whispering few words ,in hope, that her unborn child could hear her, somehow,someway.

"Your baby is growing fast." Meg said walking from behind her. "It will be here soon."

Meg's face was shinning bright, it warmed Christine's heart. it wasn't the look upon Meg's face that had chilled Christine to the bone, but it was her own face and the look upon it. It was a look a soon-to-be-mother should never have, a look of fear, a look of dispair, a look of sarrow, and the gravest of them all, a look of hate.

"I know," Christine said dryly, "I can hardly wait."

Meg thought the baby was a blessing, Raoul thought the baby was a blessing, only Christine thought otherwise. She thought it was a curse, a curse on which she deserved.