Love, Life, and Death - The Story of Marie Andre

by CrystalLight4267

This is the life story of a character I made up. Her name is Marie, and she is the daughter of Gilles Andre! This is the story of the struggles she has had in her life. Note: There are a lot of made up characters in this story! Erik/OC, Raoul/Christine, slight Erik/Christine and a whole lot of other pairings! I promise you it is a lot better than it sounds so give it a chance!

1. Prologue

Prologue:

1935 Paris, France.

Melody POV

Silence. Silence is all I heard coming from my 72 year old mother's room. The doctor turned a quick glance at me.

"And you are?" The doctor stated with a bored expression like all of his life was spent asking that question.

"My name is Melody. We are here to see my mother." I turned my head towards my husband standing next to me. The doctor stared at us with uninterested eyes.

"Right this way." The doctor slowly lead us to the room full of silence. I opened the creaky door to see my old yet still beautiful mother. I was being cautious while entering, but my husband however was unaware as he busted through the door with a broad smile on his face.

"MARIE!" I glared at him, and he took the hint to calm down. For my mom was in a gentle state of mind, and did not need the excitement. "Sorry.." He whispered quietly. I did not answer, but instead when to my mothers side. We talked for a while, my mother, my husband, and I. Then conversation stopped when my husband noticed a picture on the side of my mother's bed.

"Who is this?" He asked as he carefully picked up the picture frame for a closer look.

"That's Uncle Nick." Of course he was not my blood related uncle, but he sure felt like one. A small smiles came to my face from the memory of the Iranian man in the picture. My mother however did not smile. Instead a look of pain, and hurt crossed her face. I gently put my arm around her to assure her that every thing was going to be alright. I glanced at my husband who was staring at mother with a look of concern. He knew something upset her, and it had to do with this man.

"Think of happy memories!" Said my husband with a goofy grin on his face. He was trying to cheer her up from whatever had upset her. A slight smile crossed her face, and she quietly laughed.

"Unfortunately, my life had a lot of sad memories. There were happy ones to I suppose. My life was full of love, but in the end... I lost everything that I really cared about." I almost interrupted for I knew she was about to start the 'back in my day story'. My mother was always one for talking, and this time I decided to let her go on. My husband sat next to me, and watched her with excited eyes. I guess he was interested in what she had to say. "Well the man in the pictures name is Nicholas Amin Firmin..." And with that, she had begun her story.