Prologue
Have you ever woken up in the night with that feeling that you were falling? Have you ever heard a voice in your dreams? A voice you couldn't quite figure out who it belongs? This voice, this dream, this feeling knows. It knows you. It watches you. It waits for you. It waits for its next victim to fall into temptation...
"No! No,no,no,no,no! Don't let me fall." The girl sobbed into the darkness of the night.
"I would never do that." The soft, whimsical voice replied in a mysterious manner.
She woke up panting. Sweat beaded down her face, her heart was pounding.
"Come join me." The voice said.
"What?" She asked, very confused.
The voice's musical laughter bellowed through her mind.
"Join me. Leave behind your life. You've never enjoyed living the way you do anyways. You're a worthless piece of junk that no one cares about. Nobody would miss you. Nobody cares." The voice sneered evilly.
"People care about me. My brother does. My friends do." She shouted back.
"Oh darling," The voice laughed." If your friends cared about you they would have looked for you when you went missing for a week. If your brother truly cared about you he wouldn't have run away. Join me. Join me and forget your precious God."
"Dear, Jesus," She prayed," rid my head of these thoughts. Help me not to fall into temptation. '' Over the years that she had been living with M. Franchevalant, her faith in Jesus Christ had been redeemed. Although sometimes (like now) it was tough.
The voice laughed again.
"Oh, don't give me that. He doesn't care about you." The voice barked.
"Think happy thoughts, Éponine. Think happy thoughts." She told herself.
"Well, when you realize that I was right and you were wrong, I will be here waiting for you. No one cares. No one cares." The voice whispered.
She continued sobbing as she reflected on the conversation that had gone on in her mind. Was the voice right? Was she really just a worthless piece of junk? Did her friends really care about her? Did her brother care?
She jerked her head sideways and got up. Leaving the giant mansion that belonged to M. Franchevalant and his daughter Cosette, she headed to the Musain, the café that her friends often frequented.
Laughter could be heard throughout the street. People were talking, laughing and having a good time.
No one noticed her as she walked in the door. She walked behind her so-called best friend. He didn't notice her. She tapped the poet of the group on the shoulder. He didn't notice. She got up and headed to the door No one noticed. She refused to think that maybe the voice was right. But she couldn't help but notice that even when she slammed the door shut, no one noticed...
A.N./ Yes, I know it was short and I'm sorry about that. But, I hope you like it anyways. I apologize in advance for any mistakes I made. Plz plz plz review and tell me what you thought about it because if no one likes it, I can easily keep it a one-shot. Plz Review!