1888, June 20
It has been months since there has been an incident at the Opera Populaire in Paris. But I must wonder is it really over? I feel the child stirring in my womb. I know it is probably wrong to do so, but I do not want to tell Raoul about that last night with the Angel of Music. Perhaps I shall never tell him what had happened. Does Raoul ever need to know what happened before he arrived to rescue me from my dark fate?
--Christine de Chagny
2018
No one ever told me of neither my parents nor my ancestors. All I have is this diary, which is one hundred years old. And I know not whose it is. I have an idea that it is of someone named Christine, or if it is even real. I don't even know how old I really am, for I seem not to age.
1888, October 31
Oh, God, what a relief to be relieved of the burden of pregnancy! Twins! Who would have ever imagined? Ah, but at the birth, it was evident who was the father with the little girl. The horror! Just like him! What shall I do with the poor child? And here, I thought it was over and done with!
I wonder if he's even still alive down there in those cellars… As soon as I am able I shall see.
--- Christine de Chagny
2018
I have no memories of my childhood, yet something keeps nagging me at the back of my mind… Return to the Paris Opera house, it tells me. How can I return to someplace I've never been to?
1889, January 18
Mercifully, she is silent most of the time. I shall keep her until she outgrows the diaper stage. My, but she grows fast! Both of them, actually. How much longer can this ruse successfully go on? I try to not cringe when I see her face, but it is so hard! I am afraid of when she can talk, afraid of the endless questions. How will I answer to the fact that there are no mirrors in her room, but instead, in her brothers?
--- Christine de Chagny