The browneyed girl.
by LiltingBanshee
Author's note: Right, so this is my first ever POTO fic. It´s just an idea that came to me and I thought it could be fun to make a little story of it.
Please let me know if you think I should continue or just get back to my school books:)
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Christine's eyes fluttered open and she looked around the room. The clean white sheets felt nice around her body and the early morning sun shone through the white curtains that covered the glass doors to the balcony.
Waking up in a warm bed in a beautiful room should make anyone happy, but for Christine the feeling of loss was almost unbearable. Though she had been waking up in this room every morning for several months now, the dream that night had been so real that she had almost convinced herself she was back in the cellars under the Opera house. Back to the only place she ever felt completely happy, the home of the music she loved so dearly – back with him.
As the realization of the truth dawned on her she threw herself on her stomach, intending to bury her face in her pillow and cry for the loss she felt.
The sobs came easily to her, but not form the memories of her dream. The pain that ripped through her body from her sudden movement, almost made her faint.
She felt as if she had been punched repeatedly in the stomach and the soreness between her legs was indescribable.
"What is wrong with me", Christine moaned to herself through the sobs.
A sudden whimpering sound made it through the sounds of her own crying and registered in her mind.
She opened her eyes to locate the source of the sound, and she nearly had a heart attack when she saw the little white crib next to her bed.
Oh my God, she thought. The panic and screaming she remembered had not been just another nightmare of the opera house fire, it had been her own screams caused by the painful birth she undoubtedly had been in.
Another whimper came from the crib, this time causing a faint smile to cross Christine's lips.
She slowly began to sit up, intending to go to the baby. Wincing in pain, she slowly managed to get out of the bed.
"Look what you did to your mother little one", she softly whispered as she approached the crib.
Christine smiled to herself as she looked down into the crib.The tiny form was lying there, wrapped securely in a little white duvet with beautiful lace embroidery, and looking very sweet with the whisks of dark hair on it's head. The baby whimpered once more in it's sleep and Christine felt her heart swell with love for the little thing.
She was just about to pick up her child when the baby turned it's head and revealed the long read line surrounded by several reddish marks that covered the right side of it's little face.
"NO, God please don't do this to my baby", Christine gasped as the tears again found way to her eyes. "Please don't give my child this life".
Well, that's it for the first chapter. I have few more ideas, but I see no reason for tormenting you all with them, if you don't like this.
Let's see how we get on:)