Disclaimer: This will be the only time I put this up I hate being redundant except of course when asking for reviews. So, I own nothing except my OCs, the plot and my laptop. As much as I wish I owned Erik, sadly I do not. Hypothetically, if I did own him or has access to him, he just might be tied up in my closet. *strange mumbling coming from closet* Um, pay no attention to the man behind the duct tape.

Rating: This fic is rate M for sexual content and occasional physical violence, which is to be expected from a fic about the Phantom of the Opera.

Author's Note: I hope everyone enjoys my new fanfic please read and review. This prequel is also an 'in medias res' or technically an 'in finias res', so it's short because I was to give you a little teaser without giving too much away. The other chapters will be much longer I promise. Ooo, I almost forgot this prequel is done in first person but the rest of the story is in third person hope you guys don't get confused.

Inspiration: Wish by Fixx

Prequel

As I lay here, I remember how I've always heard the saying 'be careful what you wish for'. It seems silly to think of the saying now that everything's over and done with. However, it's still a saying I never quite understood, maybe it was because of the childhood I had. When I was a child all that I wished for were practical things. Things like a home, food, nice clothing, toys, kindness, affection, and most importantly loving parents; not people who despised and detested my existence. When most of my wishes came true I did not regret them, unlike those whose wishes came true in the stories I heard of, stories of vengeful, tricky genii or the story of the monkey's paw, where their wishing cause nothing but death and illness. When mine came true, I relished in them, grateful for them in fact.

Nevertheless, when I got older I thought my time of wishing upon the stars had stopped as I had reached maturity no longer believing in magic or silly notions. Most were the same imaginings that die for everyone once you become an adult. Most were limited to those few outcasts like me, silly notions like real unconditional love, true happiness, someone that could understand you and accept you for who you are. For a long time I felt as though, I wasn't meant to be loved, and that I didn't deserve it. Most would call me cynical however; I prefer to think of myself as a realist.

However, there was one wish left in me it was originally a wish to help another but to be completely honest it was only to help myself. It was a wish born of the few hopes and dreams I had left. Hopes and dreams I had thought long crushed and forgotten, those hopes and dreams that birthed a wish spoken aloud impulsively before I had a chance to think about it. It was a wish that I couldn't even say for complete certainty if I regretted it yet or not but I'm certainly not relishing it at the moment. However, it could be that I just don't know how it turned out; it certainly didn't turn out as planned, but was that a good thing, I know not.

Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. Maybe if I think back try to figure out how and when this all happened I could see where things went wrong. On the other hand, I could also see where things went right. I would like to think it all went right but why do I feel so bad. Why do I feel like my world has spun out of control then crashed head-on? Maybe thinking things worked out for the best is just dare I say wishful thinking. Now I try to remember that fateful day... remember... remember.

A/N: Are you intrigued yet? If so, please review.