1Author's Note: Well I was feeling particularly inspired today so I decided to come up with a new, new story. Ha-ha I have about 40 that I started and decided not to finish. We'll see where this one takes me. I love reviews but I hate hounding people about them so I'm not going to say a word about it except for that I don't know what you think unless you review and tell me! Okay but that's all I'm saying. This story is well I actually don't even know what it is going to be about yet . . . I just felt like writing. This is going to start out very depressing but don't worry in the end it will turn out comical. Well very soon actually. I can't stand writing sad stories. Okay here we go
Disclaimer: Yes I own Erik and any references to anything involving The Phantom of the Opera. Okay well I wish I did. I don't really. The only thing/ person I own is whomever Erik's love interest turns out to be. I know all of you are most likely getting sick of the same stories over and over again but let's see if this one turns out different.
Christine is gone and my soul lives on. I am but a cursed soul, forced to wander the earth for all eternity. I would have died for love and so God is putting me through hell once more, forcing me to live for it. I am alive in the year 2006, looking for what was stolen from me: my heart . . .
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I hate telling stories. I trust you know my past and the cause of my misery. For reasons unknown to me, I have lived a far longer life than I deserve. I should have died of a broken heart more than a hundred years ago. God, however, has condemned me to this wretched, mangled body for what has seemed like eternity. Have I thought of suicide? Oh, yes. But a blade cannot kill that which is already dead. My life goes on during the day; I teach music at a university. The students are almost unbearable. But I must keep up a living. My fortune is diminishing faster than I care to admit. The price of morphine is rising higher and is much harder to come by these days. That's where most of my fortune has gone. Oh, what a sad man it is that depends on illegal drugs just to get through one day. That brings us to the transition of night. I do not sleep. I do not eat. I just sit and read, perhaps play the piano or violin. The night takes me back to when she was with me . . .
I have not loved another since Christine. Some of my students have shown an interest in me, which is more than inappropriate, but none of them hold the same passion for music like my Christine. She alone could make my song take flight. Why dwell on the past? It's over now, the music of the night.
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"My name is Elizabeth. I'm 18 years old and just finished high school. I am a freshman at Maine State University -"
"Please, Miss Sales, don't state the obvious."
"Sorry, Mr. Destler. Let me try again. I'm Elizabeth. I'm 18. I work at the library in Cornish. That's also where I live. I have nine brothers and sisters and two parents . . ."
No, she could not be my Christine . . .
". . . and I have three dogs."
"Lovely. Have a seat, please." I did not make it a habit to let my students tell about themselves in my class, but I decided if finding love could possibly end my life, then I'm all for it. It might be assumed that eighteen years old is far too young for a man of my years. My only reply to this assumption is that I have not aged a day since Christine left me. I still look like the delicious hunk of man candy, Gerard Butler. (Okay so he didn't really say that but that's okay. Haha but that's the basic man that he looks like all though he is the Kay Phantom.)
"Uh, Mr. Destler? Mr. Destler?" I looked up into the eyes of Elizabeth Sales. Her eyes were not the dull brown I believed them to be at first. They were actually lovely; a blue-green color.
"Yes, Miss Sales?"
"Well, you seem to have forgotten to take the role and the guy is here to get it."
"Oh, I see. Annette?"
"Here."
"Angles?"
"Here."
"Bartlett?"
"Here."
"Well, is everyone here? I have fifty-two students in this class and I don't feel like calling all of your names."
"Carl is gone, sir," A rather small student in the back said.
"Oh, indeed he is. Thank you. No problem. I never did like him." (Okay I'm starting to get out of character . . . I better end it soon.) "Well I guess I should let you go today. We haven't time for a whole lesson today. Class is dismissed!"
Okay what did you think? Should I keep writing or not? Things will start to get better once I get going. I promise.