Disclaimer: I had to write a monologue on silence for my theatre arts
class from a character's point of view. I chose Erik and this was the
result. Hope you enjoy! I do not own Erik or any other POTO characters.
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 To most, silence is, as the old saying goes, golden. But not here, five floors beneath the Paris Opera House. Down here, silence and darkness go hand in hand, both filled with unspeakable pain.  Don't get me wrong, silence wasn't always so cruel to me. In fact, when I first decided to make my lair down here, silence was my friend. It was my cloak of secrecy; it protected me from unwanted visitors. The silence was my friend until that fateful day when Christine left me forever.  Since then, in my labyrinth, the air is extremely still and the silence is deafening. The silence fills me with dread, because when we are alone, it assaults my mind with terrible memories. In the silence, there is no release for my anguished soul, just memories of days gone by.  In the silence, her voice fills my mind, its pitch perfect and its projection natural and unforced, just like when I first heard her sing from beyond the mirror so many years ago. Her song starts softly and rises until it reaches a great crescendo, filled with passion. At that moment, she calls my name in attempt to save me from the black abyss of my despair. In the silence, I reach out to her, longing once more to sing our strange duet, once more to be her angel of music. But, in a split second, her voice is gone and all that is left is silence.
 At that moment, the silence ridicules me. It shows me that I will forever be alone and alienated by my fellow man. The silence shows me what a pitiful creature I am, and that I belong down here, deep in the bowls of the opera house.
 In the silence, I can hear Raoul's screams from inside the torture chamber and Christine weeping, pleading for me to show him mercy. Silence, you force me to hear the one woman I have ever loved, cry for another man. You force me once again to hear her call me a monster, once again to feel that pain.
 Cursed silence! Why do you make me relive such horrible memories? Why can't you just give me peace? Silence, why must you mock me? I never asked to be born; I never asked to live in a world of solitude, a world where, in order to be accepted, you must have a gorgeous face. I never asked for anything like that, and yet, silence, you must continue to torture me, forcing me to relive painful memories. I never asked to be cloaked in your isolation, never wanted to be shut up forever in your infernal hell! And yet, here I am.
 Silence, please let me go. Allow me to die and no longer be your cursed victim. Silence old friend, who turned into my capturer, please set me free. Let me die without you silence, without your torture, without your anguish. Please silence, let me go. If you have any mercy, you will set me free. Please, silence, please...
 To most, silence is, as the old saying goes, golden. But not here, five floors beneath the Paris Opera House. Down here, silence and darkness go hand in hand, both filled with unspeakable pain.  Don't get me wrong, silence wasn't always so cruel to me. In fact, when I first decided to make my lair down here, silence was my friend. It was my cloak of secrecy; it protected me from unwanted visitors. The silence was my friend until that fateful day when Christine left me forever.  Since then, in my labyrinth, the air is extremely still and the silence is deafening. The silence fills me with dread, because when we are alone, it assaults my mind with terrible memories. In the silence, there is no release for my anguished soul, just memories of days gone by.  In the silence, her voice fills my mind, its pitch perfect and its projection natural and unforced, just like when I first heard her sing from beyond the mirror so many years ago. Her song starts softly and rises until it reaches a great crescendo, filled with passion. At that moment, she calls my name in attempt to save me from the black abyss of my despair. In the silence, I reach out to her, longing once more to sing our strange duet, once more to be her angel of music. But, in a split second, her voice is gone and all that is left is silence.
 At that moment, the silence ridicules me. It shows me that I will forever be alone and alienated by my fellow man. The silence shows me what a pitiful creature I am, and that I belong down here, deep in the bowls of the opera house.
 In the silence, I can hear Raoul's screams from inside the torture chamber and Christine weeping, pleading for me to show him mercy. Silence, you force me to hear the one woman I have ever loved, cry for another man. You force me once again to hear her call me a monster, once again to feel that pain.
 Cursed silence! Why do you make me relive such horrible memories? Why can't you just give me peace? Silence, why must you mock me? I never asked to be born; I never asked to live in a world of solitude, a world where, in order to be accepted, you must have a gorgeous face. I never asked for anything like that, and yet, silence, you must continue to torture me, forcing me to relive painful memories. I never asked to be cloaked in your isolation, never wanted to be shut up forever in your infernal hell! And yet, here I am.
 Silence, please let me go. Allow me to die and no longer be your cursed victim. Silence old friend, who turned into my capturer, please set me free. Let me die without you silence, without your torture, without your anguish. Please silence, let me go. If you have any mercy, you will set me free. Please, silence, please...