A/N Ok so I have bad writer's block...but since writing is my passion, I am going to write down my dream of last night. It must be a Modern Day, because the setting and words used in my dream...well, I don't know how I would be able to write this story in it's current setting.
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The last night of Sadness
Erik was a lost man when Christine left.
Christine a child,
Raoul was clueless.
And so Christine returned...a little too late.
Christine thought in the 2 weeks she had been gone Erik would still be sobbing over her...she also thought 2 weeks couldn't turn a girl into a women...but it could. When she had left Raoul, sobbing and running, she couldn't think of anyone else who was more of a fop. He had been admiring himself in the mirror when she told him she was leaving.
"But Christine, where are you to go? The Opera house is abandoned! Stay with me, I can provide you with a life fit for a queen!"
"Raoul, I am not in love with you! Well I am, but we can't get married!" Christine replied, hotly.
"It must just be the wrong time, Christine, we will wait a bit until everything gets settled, then we will get married."
"Raoul, are you actually believing what you are saying? Your parents wont come anywhere near me, this marriage will never work. Plus, it isn't the wrong time, it is the wrong person!"
And then Christine ran out of his life, and into her own. Yes, she had been foolish thinking Erik would wait for her forever. He was probably driving to Persia right now, with some hooker he found on the street. No, he was too old fashion for that. But still, he wasn't so old fashioned that he would wait forever for her.
Running down the opera house cellars, Christine found there was no boat. Well, I will just have to swim there, then. When she reached the shore, she realized there was no destruction, as if the mob never found his home.
Christine, realizing the door was locked, fished through her pocket for the key Erik had given her when she first arrived here.
"I am tired..." Christine thought aloud when she hung her coat up. Erik's house was magnificent. Paintings covered the walls and in the corner there was a grand organ. To her right was a hallway, and to her left was a kitchen. At the end of the hallway was her room, which was Christine's destination. When she got there, however, she was hurt to see the sheets thrown about, the cabinets emptied of all of her cloths, and her pictures gone.
She was even more hurt when she realized someone else's clothing filling the cabinets, someone else's paintings decorating and cheering up the walls. As she studied one of the pictures, she asked herself who this women was. She couldn't have been any more than 17, with sandy blond hair, big Green eyes, and pale skin.
When sleep overpowered her wonder, she tiredly walked to the swan bed, to realize somebody already occupied it- the girl from the pictures. Christine felt the tears break through her emotional barrier. He had really moved on. Erik had actually forgotten about her. He had actually found some slut-whore to take her place. And was that really all Christine was to him? A slut? She was a proud virgin, how could he think of her like that? She suddenly had the urge to take a dagger and stab this 'New Christine.' And if that didn't work out, Christine could always stab herself.
The door slowly opened, and Erik walked in. Christine silently waited by the bed until her door opened and Erik walked in.
"Did you really expect me to wait?" Christine's emotional barrier shattered.
A/N ok...short, please tell me what you thought of it! Should I continue?
