Preface
Meg Giry touched the white mask. Her gentle, delicate fingers picked up the object. She put it closer to her eyes. She knew something was wrong but she wouldn't admit it to anyone. For the past month, she was having a hard time seeing.
The sound of footsteps caused her to jump. She held on to the mask tighter. She didn't know why but it brought her a little comfort.
"Miss Giry, I am going back up to the surface," said Charles Marque, a friend of hers.
"All right. I'll come up in a moment."
"It's hard to belive that it has beena month since..." his voice trailed off.
Meg sighed. She knew he spoke of the burning of the Opera House. Both had grown up in the beatiful theatre. It seemed like a home to them, but alas the Phantom had destroyed it.
Charles went up the stairs. He looked back and sighed.
After a few minutes, Meg started to go the stairs. She began to feel around the wall so she could find it, but it was getting harder.
Her vision was worsening and the blonde haired girl knew it. She could feel a tear starting to fall from her cheek. It hit the water.
"Having problems finding our way back now are we not, Little Giry?" A deep, musical male voice asked.
Meg jumped. She did not know anyone was down her, but she had not expected to her him. The Phantom of the Opera! She kept quiet.
"Nothing to say, little Giry?"
"W- wh- where are you?" She questioned.
"Follow my voice, Little Giry. If you find me I will let you out."
To prove his point, a large splash was made in the water right in front of her. She reached her hands forward. She groaned in frustration.
The Opera Ghost had decided to put down the metal gate that he had attempted to hang Raul de Changy on. Of all the things he could have put down he had to put down that!
"Your time is ticking, Little Giry. If I were you I would hurry up."
Meg sighed. She followed his voice for a few minutes.
"You are heading to the lake!" The phantom said. His voice was panick strickened.
"Yeah, right," she mumurred. His voice sounded so close to her.
She took a few steps forward, and she found herself in the lake. She was soaking went. She could feel herself sinking further into the water.
Her eyes started to feel heavy. She struggled to keep them open. They closed and she began to sink into the lake.
Okay I know this pribably sounds very stupid, but this idea has been stuck in my head for a while. So what do you readers think?