A/N Well this is kinda the story about how I found out about the Phantom
and the first few years I knew about it... but there is some fiction stuff
in there. You can try and figure it out if you want. Lol. Hope you enjoy
it,, R&R Pleaz!
Disclaimer Why must they thrust in my face constantly that Erik is not mine? sniff POTO isn't mine. Everything else is. So there.
HEARING IS BELIEVING
A slamming noise echoed in the apartment above. Mrs. Noyes cringed. "What on earth do they do up there, hammer nails into walls?" She complained to her husband.
"It's not our business, Donna." Mr. Noyes replied gruffly.
"Still." Donna shook her head. "You think they would have some respect for their neighbors, George."
THE APARTMENT ABOVE
Kat's body winced instinctively before she actually hit the wall. On impact, the pain was so intense, she felt as though she were on fire. Tears welled up in her eyes as she fought to stand.
Pleadingly Kat cried, "Dad stop! I swear I didn't move your-" Before she could finish, the young girl was repaid with a sharp slap across the face.
"Don't start with your lies, you whore!" Mr. Nelsen roared. His face red, breathing heavily, he was a frightening sight.
Kat backed as far away as she dared. Whimpering, the 12-year-old sank down against the wall.
"I have had enough of your attitude, Kathryn!" The heavy man spit the name as if it were dirty. "Watch yourself, or a beating's not the worst you'll get!" Turning around, Mr. Nelsen returned to the television.
Kat sat still for a moment, gathering the strength to stand. Finally, she braced herself against the wall and forced her trembling legs to support her. Kat walked to her room as fast as she could, before she was found. As long as she was invisible, theirs was a happy home.
Crawling onto her bed, the small girl pulled her knees to her chest and sat, thinking. Suddenly she laid her blonde head on her knees and sobbed. For five years, she had endured this abuse. Ever since her mother died, her father had abused her with fury. Everything had been her fault, from whether or not he had beer in the morning to her mother's death.
Kat's mother died when she was seven. They were driving down the road, in the winter. Kat was coming home from a dance recital. Suddenly the car hit black ice and it swerved into a tree. Kat's mother hadn't been wearing a seat belt. She went through the windshield and hit the tree head on, breaking her neck and killing her instantly.
Kat had her seat belt on and merely got banged up. Her father blamed Kat for Mrs. Nelsen's death. He hadn't approved of Kat's dance lessons in the first place, but her mother had insisted. Now, Kat never danced. To her father's knowledge.
Now, Kat paid everyday with her father's hatred and abuse. She wasn't sure which hurt more.
At school, Kat was rejected as well. For no particular reason, she was a favorite scapegoat. Though she was pretty, sweet, smart, and friendly, the other students cruelly made fun of her.
The snubbed girl wished with all her heart that she had someone to talk to, who understood her. But there was no one.
Alone, she curled up under her covers and fell asleep, the hot tears still running down her flushed cheeks.
Disclaimer Why must they thrust in my face constantly that Erik is not mine? sniff POTO isn't mine. Everything else is. So there.
HEARING IS BELIEVING
A slamming noise echoed in the apartment above. Mrs. Noyes cringed. "What on earth do they do up there, hammer nails into walls?" She complained to her husband.
"It's not our business, Donna." Mr. Noyes replied gruffly.
"Still." Donna shook her head. "You think they would have some respect for their neighbors, George."
THE APARTMENT ABOVE
Kat's body winced instinctively before she actually hit the wall. On impact, the pain was so intense, she felt as though she were on fire. Tears welled up in her eyes as she fought to stand.
Pleadingly Kat cried, "Dad stop! I swear I didn't move your-" Before she could finish, the young girl was repaid with a sharp slap across the face.
"Don't start with your lies, you whore!" Mr. Nelsen roared. His face red, breathing heavily, he was a frightening sight.
Kat backed as far away as she dared. Whimpering, the 12-year-old sank down against the wall.
"I have had enough of your attitude, Kathryn!" The heavy man spit the name as if it were dirty. "Watch yourself, or a beating's not the worst you'll get!" Turning around, Mr. Nelsen returned to the television.
Kat sat still for a moment, gathering the strength to stand. Finally, she braced herself against the wall and forced her trembling legs to support her. Kat walked to her room as fast as she could, before she was found. As long as she was invisible, theirs was a happy home.
Crawling onto her bed, the small girl pulled her knees to her chest and sat, thinking. Suddenly she laid her blonde head on her knees and sobbed. For five years, she had endured this abuse. Ever since her mother died, her father had abused her with fury. Everything had been her fault, from whether or not he had beer in the morning to her mother's death.
Kat's mother died when she was seven. They were driving down the road, in the winter. Kat was coming home from a dance recital. Suddenly the car hit black ice and it swerved into a tree. Kat's mother hadn't been wearing a seat belt. She went through the windshield and hit the tree head on, breaking her neck and killing her instantly.
Kat had her seat belt on and merely got banged up. Her father blamed Kat for Mrs. Nelsen's death. He hadn't approved of Kat's dance lessons in the first place, but her mother had insisted. Now, Kat never danced. To her father's knowledge.
Now, Kat paid everyday with her father's hatred and abuse. She wasn't sure which hurt more.
At school, Kat was rejected as well. For no particular reason, she was a favorite scapegoat. Though she was pretty, sweet, smart, and friendly, the other students cruelly made fun of her.
The snubbed girl wished with all her heart that she had someone to talk to, who understood her. But there was no one.
Alone, she curled up under her covers and fell asleep, the hot tears still running down her flushed cheeks.
