sink into the deep
I was blinded by the smell of the sea; deaf from the quiet tide being created by the moon in the dark sky. The kind mass of water was calling us, the boy and I. despite the deafness the gentle lapping of the waves caused, I heard the boy screaming. "Please, Miss Giry, I want to go back! I can't swim!" I think he had said. Why would he want to? Did he not know he was almost free? Something as trivial as not being able to swim had no matter, the sea would forgive him with peaceful sleep. "Oh, don't worry! It's almost over," I assured him. When the boy became one with the ocean, everything would snap into place. Erik would accept me, mother would be pleased, and that wretched Christine would fall apart.
blue and cool and kind
"Gustave!" A venomous voice shouted. It belonged to none other than Christine Daae, everyone's favorite. Erik and mother looked terrified as I dangled the boy over the dock. Why were they so afraid? This was for the best, and they knew it. Erik would love me and mother would have his money, so why be disgusted with me? Christine was the disgusting one. After all sweet Erik had done for her, she left him for that drunken nobleman Raoul. Why did Erik love her so? I had stayed with him for ten years, and he treats me like a worthless child. My blindness increased and I shouted at the one I wanted more than anything. "Not another step, not another word! Always wondered how to make you watch, well, watch me now!"
then drift off to sleep
It was almost perfect. The child I used to gain my dear Erik's attention had been returned to his filthy mother. The rest of the work would be done by the gun in my hand. All I needed to do was pull the trigger, and the pain would go away. That was, until, Erik had began singing to me. His haunting voice had called me beautiful, and he had told me he would take the weight my pain had caused. The pistol to my head began lowering back to my side, joy filling me. "Beauty sometimes goes unseen, we can't all be like Christine," was the last line of his song. The blindness once again became dominant, turning everything white. "Christine? Christine?! Always Christine!" I shouted, tightening my hand around the trigger.
Bang.
let the past unwind
Suddenly, I could see again. I was standing on the dock. How did I get here? I had just finished my routine! I noticed Erik was yelling, and he pulled something out of my hand. A gun? I looked down to see something horrifying. My sweet friend Christine was laying on the ground, blood pooling out of the beautiful purple gown she was wearing. I screamed. Me, waking up on the shore with a gun, and Christine lay dying. I had done this, hadn't I?
As mother pulled me away, I had remembered our days in Paris. We were young ballerinas, playing the slave girls in the Opera Populaire's production of Hannibal. While the other girls danced, Christine and I huddled in the corner, giggling and gossiping. Those were the days when we were inseparable. After the dance had ended, our new managers André and Firman had just arrived. They had requested to hear Carlotta sing the Aria of that production, Think of Me. Her thick Italian voice was cut short when she was nearly crushed by a wooden plank. There was no one to fill the role of Elissa after Carlotta had quit. I had decided to be of help that day. "Christine Daae could sing it, sir!" I sing-songed, dragging her into view despite her quiet protests. Christine Daae, the chorus girl with the good voice. Me presenting her to the managers had been a way to mess with her at the time, but in reality, was the beginning of the end.
leave the hurt behind
A/N: I hope you enjoyed. Love Never Dies belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber.
