A/N: I consider this one-shot a dark blend between the Book and the ALW Musical, with other references to other Phantom works as well. Please Review!
She was Haunted.
His voice echoed softly in her ears. That rich, melodious tone taunting her ever so much. It has been five years. He is dead, but yet she can still hear him.
He said that only love and music lasted forever, and he was right, he was always right. She could never escape from the haunting melodies that repeated themselves over and over in her head, making her feel as though she was slowly slipping over the edge, losing her dear grip on reality. But she didn't care, this was her punishment. She deserved this torture, for all she had done it seemed that her suffering would never end.
Every shadow now seemed to come alive, dark figures pointing fingers and yelling at her from afar, they told her awful things, screamed at her for being so weak and spineless. Her life now seemed like one, endless dark tunnel that she could no longer navigate her way through, or ever escape.
Oh but there was Raoul… Oh sweet Raoul… The light he always brought to her life, her newly corrupted soul. He was always there to bring such jubilant happiness to any seemingly disturbing situation.
Life had seemed ever so blissful at first, being a Victomtess had its privileges for sure! But then all seemed to gradually crumble and fall over time. Darkness slowly took over her mind, her thoughts. The perfect quality of her life seemed to gradually take its toll on her.
She had only then realised that perfect was boring. So very boring.
She longed for her old busy life at the opera, where she was aways on her feet, constantly active. But then she realised that memories at the opera linked immediately back to him.
Ever since she had thought of him again, guilt seemed to consume her fully, like a disease in her blood.
Darkness seemed to force its way into her soul, driving her mad with the sorrow it brought. It felt as though Erik was driving her to madness from beyond the grave, a true Angel of Darkness.
She knew she couldn't fight him anymore, not when her soul felt so rightfully his, so weak and unhinged that she felt she was losing control of her mind. She stood then, went over to her nightstand and felt inside of the draw. There was something she had to do.
Raoul found her a few hours later, laying in a heap on the floor of their bedroom, a knife in one hand and a note in the other. Eyes wide with horror, Raoul picked up the note and read it with his wide blue eyes.
He'll always be there singing songs in my head.