The Vision
A man wearing a white mask on the right side of his face walked towards me. The way he moved was graceful and almost cat like. His cape billowed out behind him. I asked myself. Suddenly, he grasped my hand and began pulling me down a hidden corridor. Before I could stop myself, I tumbled right into the man's arms. I looked up at him with a giant blush spreading across my face. "Ooops..."I giggled.
"It's alright, ma cherie. No harm, no foul." his voice floated like a feather. I breathed in the scent of his cologne. He smelt of roses and sandalwood. "Now, let's be on our way."
"Marta... Marta..."
"Marta!" I snapped out of my vision; the smell of the masked man's cologne was fresh in my senses. He looked like Mr. Destler... "You scared me when you zoned out." I turned to see my best friend, Gina. That vision was so real... "Now we have to catch up with the rest of the group."
"Let's wander around by ourselves, G." I said mischievously. "No one will even notice that we were gone." We were standing in a room with a gorgeous staircase; we were standing in the Opera Populaire, to be exact. This year, my choir class and I got to go to the opera house for a field trip. Me being a phangirl was very excited to go to the world where it all went down; including the chandelier.
"No, Marta; that isn't a bright idea." Gina grabbed my hand and practically dragged me towards where the group was standing. Every single moment, my eyes were flitting around the room looking for any sign of the Opera Ghost. "What are you looking for?" Gina asked me in a whisper. When I didn't answer she laughed quietly. "He's not real, you silly girl." Suddenly, Mr. Destler told the group that we could spread out and go anywhere except for restricted areas.
"C'mon, Gina; let's go up on the stage." I said. As we got up on the dusty stage, music filled my ears. I turned and looked at Gina. "Do you hear that?" She gave me a confused look.
"Marta, are you okay? Today you have been acting a little strange." she said putting her hand on my forehead to check my temperature. I pulled back from her and continued listening to the song.
"You can't hear the music?" I asked. She shook her head and said that she was going to go look elsewhere. Am I going crazy? I can't be because it sounds so real... Lost in thought, I didn't see a backdrop that had come loose falling towards me. As I heard strange noise coming from above, I looked up to see the back drop. Suddenly, I was tackled to the ground and hit my head; knocking me out. The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was Mr. Destler's face looking straight into mine. Normally, from a distance you couldn't tell, but up close it was obvious; Mr. Destler wore a mask on the right side of his face...