Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera. I own Jamie and her father, I sort of own Remus, and I own Jamie's kids. I don't think there's anyone else I own.
MY
BROTHER
THE
MONSTER
I stood on the street, singing for money. I hoped that if I got enough francs I could sail to America. Maybe life would be better there.
A very pretty lady walked by. She turned to my singing, then screamed and ran. I sighed. It would always be that way.
My name is Jamie, Jamie Redwood. My mother is French, my father is American. My mother had divorced a man I never knew, and remarried to Alan Redwood, a sailor she had met. After I was born, she declared that she was tired of producing ugly children. It's true, I was born with a face disfigurement. I have a scar that goes straight down the right side of my face. I walk to a street to sing every morning, then I go home every night. When business is slow, I like to watch the progress of an Opera house being built on that street. It's almost finished, and it looks magnificent.
One day while singing, a man in a hooded cloak walked by.
"Hello, Monsieur." I said.
He slowly turned to face me. I drew back in surprise. Though a scarf covered most of his face, I could still see his eyes. His deep eyes. His black eyes. His empty-like-tunnels-but-very-sad eyes. His eyes that looked exactly like mine.
"What an odd looking girl." He murmured, his voice smooth and melodious. "How old are you?"
The man asked suddenly, with what sounded like suspicion in his voice, "And what is your name?"
I stood as straight as I could.
"Jamie Redwood, Monsieur. Eight years old, Monsieur."
I looked into his eyes and became dizzy. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his. From far off I heard the man say, "It can't be. She has an American name." He turned away. I blinked, and he was gone. I looked down.
There were twelve francs in my hat.