Disclaimer: All characters belong to Gaston Leroux except for Ameilia
This story is…odd. It is formatted, as to be read directly from the Phantom's mind. A mind is not organized; it is composed of thoughts and emotions…VOILA
Chapter 1
How cruel life must be to let me wallow in this never-ending misery. Christine hath left me. Anger. Rage. Frustration…sadness. My personality is so, that emotions rush through me like a tied that hits the shore. They leave me just as quickly.
So I shall see to my opera house, and insure that all its glory is fulfilled before my permanent departure.
But what's this? A girl. I do not recognize her. Why does she lie on the ground? Wait! Why am I walking to her? No, Erik you should turn around and leave. She is just a silly girl. But…why does she not move. All right, you'll go and see if she's alive, then you'll turn around and leave. Yes, good idea. Excellent.
Erik moved with caution towards the girl sprawled on the ground in the middle of the entrance hall of the Opera House. He reached his gloved hand out to touch the girl. Not a centimeter was left in space when she tossed her head. Erik jumped back.
So beautiful. Erik! Christine just left you. How can you have thoughts of another when the LOVE OF YOUR LIFE IS GONE! But look, I did nothing wrong. I just want to touch her cheek. It looks so soft. So beautiful. Oh, God help me. What is this girl doing to me?
Erik advanced towards her again. He reached his hand out ever so slowly when she let out a soft sigh and opened her eyes. A moment passed as Erik froze in his place and he looked into those large eyes. The girl blinked once, and Erik was gone.
Erik turn dammit! Go. Good, turn the corner here. Yes. Think. Think! Walk; yes one foot in front of the other. Yes good. Open the trap door. Enter. Yes. Now your safe Erik. Take a breath and calm yourself.
Erik leaned on the cellar wall for support. His head tilted, his forehead against the cold surface.
Violet, her eyes were violet.