Strange Angel
Disclaimer: The Characters in this story don't belong to me, they belong to Gaston Leroux, Andrew Lloyd Webber and others associated. If I had the chance to own anything from Phantom of the Opera it would be Erik…. sighs if only dreams could come true.
Lyrics
Indicates the Phantom/Erik speaking
Thoughts
Prologue-
Her world was tumbling… falling, crashing into the darkness. She had no where to go, no one to turn too. Had it been her fault? No, they had assured her of that, but she felt like it was. After all… she had been arguing with them, she hadn't wanted to go and she had gotten her way.
"I'm so sorry." She whispered, her angelic voice crack, becoming broken like her soul was now, "So sorry." Her head hung, her hand gripping the pill bottle tighter and tighter until her knuckles were white and her fingers throbbed, " I should've been there!"
She was beginning to feel dizzy, slowly she gazed downward, a smile creeping over her features as she dropped the empty pill bottle from her grasp, as it fell so did drops of blood from her wrists, " No. What I love best..." She slowly fell to her knees," Little Lotte said, is when I'm asleep in my bed, and The Angel of Music sings songs in my head..." She collapsed; drawing what she hoped was her last breathes. Then when she felt she could hold on no longer she sung the last of the poem her Mother had told her each night when she little...
The Angel of Music sings songs in my head...
End of Prologue...