"Damn you! You little prying Pandora!
You little demon!
Is this what you wanted to see?" The Phantom spat.
He violently tore the sheet covering a full length mirror off, and removed his hand from his deformed cheek. He gazed into the mirror with disgust, and I didn't know if it was directed at me or himself.
He slapped his hand back over the right side of his face and continued to yell at me.
"Curse you!
You little lying Delilah!
You little viper!
Now you cannot ever be free.
Damn you! Curse you!"
Never before had I seen such betrayed or furious eyes, and he spoke with such raw anger that I shrunk back, trembling. By the look in his eyes, it was clear he thought it was because of his face.
His eyes lost all their previous anger, and became filled with heartbreak. His voice low with hurt as he sang.
"Stranger than you dreamt it,
Can you even dare to look,
Or bear to think of me?
This loathsome gargoyle
Who burns in hell, but secretly
Yearns for heaven
Secretly, secretly.
Christine…"
His voice broke. I felt my heart constrict inside my chest. All of this was because of me. I tore away his mask. I betrayed him.
He spent 10 years teaching me, helping me without asking anything in return, and I betrayed him in, in his opinion, the worst way possible. I felt a tear roll out of my eye.
"Fear can turn to love,
You'll learn to see to find the man behind the monster."
His voice took on a slightly desperate tone.
"This repulsive carcass who seems a beast,
But secretly
Dreams of beauty,
Secretly, secretly…
Oh, Christine…"
By now, he had calmed down and was on his knees a few feet away from me.
His hand was still covering his deformed cheek, his eyes still melancholy, and I was still cowering on the floor like a child.
I mentally slapped myself, and crawled over to The Phantom, not bothering to pick up his mask.
His face, although obviously deformed wasn't a bad as it could have been. Okay, okay, I'll admit-it was bad. Torn and distorted muscles roped around his half lash-less eye, and roiled in waves from his forehead, to his cheek right, and ended just above his lips. But, his skin- unlike in Joseph Bouquet's story- was a milky white. His nose was there, also unlike Bouquet's stories- there was no black hole in it's place.
Although the sight was, I admit…unpleasant, it didn't bother me as much as the look in his eyes.
When I reached him, he flinched back.
I paused for a moment, not knowing what to say.
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This is my first fanfiction, so I would really be greatful if you told me what you think.
I remain, dear readers, your obediant Authoress,
H.S.