Title: If I Never Knew You
Summary: For all those that believe in love at first sight and that Erik should only be with Christine no matter how much we love him.
Disclaimer: I stole most of my ideas from Pocahontas (the title) Phantom by Susan Kay and the phantom of the opera by Gaston Leroux the amazing man that gave us this wonderful obsession.
Author's Note: I'm tired of the same old image of Christine and so I'm using Gaston Leroux's description of her. This is probably going to turn out to be a cheesy love story like most of my things turns out to be but I hope I won't turn it into a comedy. I used some things from my own life and I think this story is really going to mean something to me and I hope it does you too. Tell me what you think! I do have light reading stories. He's There, and a lost heart being the two that I finished. Okay now to the story.
My name is Christine. I'm a senior in High School. I live with my parents in a house in Arizona. My mom has had cancer for four and a half years. My father is… detached. We never talk anymore. He just lies in bed and watches as my mother slowly slips away.
"Can you come stay the night tonight and help me and my mum do that civil war project? We need your creativity."
"Meg, that project was assigned last week. Why did you wait so long to start on it?"
"Because I procrastinate everything…. Can you come over?"
"Yea. I'll be over in a few minutes."
"Okay it looks like rain. You better drive over."
"I like the rain…" I drifted off in my thoughts while she droned on about her boy friend until she said,
"Alright I'll finish telling you when you get here. I'm so mad at him."
"Oh right. See you then!" Pretending like I'd been listening to her, I said goodbye. I hung up the phone and walked gloomily up the stairs to the room that I had grown to despise. I knocked softly and went in. My parents were lying in bed sleeping, the sound of the oxygen tank puffing breathable air into my mother's shriveled, cancer-ridden lungs. "Dad?" I shook him in an attempt to wake him up. "Dad?" The amount of drugs he took sometimes made it hard for him to wake up.
"Huh?" Success.
"Can I stay over at Meg's house tonight? They need my help with a school project."
"Mmhmm." They also made him forgetful. He rolled over and went back to sleep. My father had no reason to be on medication. Doctor's these days, however, will give you a prescription for Ambien if you have one restless night or Vicadin for a small headache. He, on the other hand, liked to sleep away his troubles. In other words, I decided to leave a note on the kitchen table.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm at Meg's house. The number is below. Call me if you need anything. Love,
Christine.
I ran back upstairs grabbed a toothbrush, a change of clothes and make up and threw it in a bag. I then headed for the front door.
I looped the tie around the showerhead. I slowly brought the home made noose to my neck and slipped it over my head. I had no reason to live anymore. My life had no meaning… My mother hated me… From the day I was born she despised my face, everything about me. Tears were streaming down my face. All it would take was one kick of the stool and my life would finally be over. 18 years is far too long to be alive. I took a breath. Hot tears of anger and hurt continued running in rivers down my hideous deformed face. What would happen after this? Was there a next life? Heaven? Hell? Or… what I feared most of all… nothing. I slipped my mask on my haggard face wanting desperatly to maintain any dignity I possibly could for when they found me.
With that, I began counting back from ten… nine… eight… I left my last written melody on the piano bench in the den. A tribute to everything evil in life. A tribute to my mother. Four… Three… Two… one. I took one foot off the stool and brought it back. I started moving it forward when, something caught my eye. I turned slightly towards to window. A girl, about my age, was walking down the opposite side of the street. Her beauty was breath taking. Her flowing blonde hair cascaded to the middle of her back where it sprang into tight ringlets. Her eyes were pale blue fogged slightly like a misty, cool morning. Her body reminded me of a Greek goddess. Perfect in every possible way. Curving in and out in just the right places. The way she walked, slow and unsure looked almost mechanical. I watched her in awe until she disappeared from my line of view. I took the tie from my neck and stepped down from the stool. I could wait one more day.
An: So, what did you think? Kind of morbid but… yea it's needed I think.