A Way Back to Your Heart

Erik sat at his organ playing a song of heartbreak. Ever since the beautiful Christine Daae left him for the rich Raoul De Changy, he had withdrawn himself, playing music non-stop. Most his music was anything but romantic. It was filled with anger, hatred and sadness. She left him; ran away like everyone else. She thought of him as a monster. Though he knew he should be use to it, the idea of her hating him tore his heart in half. He stopped playing. "DAMMIT!" He swiped the music off with an abrupt thrash of his arm. "Why Christine?! WHY?!" His voice was filled with fury and anguish, as were his eyes. He stood slowly and gazed around. His lair had been destroyed by the mob and left him with nothing. He fled the Opera House and made a living as a composer and soon found himself the proud owner of a mansion of his own and servants that he had hired to help him. He never saw much of them. He was always busy composing music and working in his office. That was how the servants preferred it. They were afraid of him. He was not surprised. He knew he had a temper and who could forget the mask. His old one had been left behind so he made a new one and bought the rest. Where he kept them all was a mystery, much like him. His life still remained lonely and dull. Little did he know, his life would soon change drastically and it would all start today.