Alrighty so when Hope sings she will be in italics. The song she is singing is my altered version of I dreamed a dream from Le Mes.
WARNING: There is some references of abuse in this chapter. If you are someone you care about has gone through abuse of any shape or form and you feel offended by this chapter just know I did not mean to offend.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Le Mes or PotO. If I have owned PotO I wouldn't have made it sexy as the 2004 movie was. Erik would have Christine and Raoul could have ended up with Meg or some other girl.
Now off to the story my lovelies! ^.^
Ch.2
I headed out to the forest where my house is and pulled up to my two story house. I stopped my truck and turned off the engine. I rested my forehead on the steering wheel and hugged myself. I took a deep breath and sat up. "There is no need to cry over a man who was cheating on you." I scolded myself. I climbed out of the truck went inside my house. I locked the door and smiled at my sleeping German Shepard who lied by the door. "Hey no sleeping on watch duty." I teased. Her blue brown eyes opened and she wagged her tail when she saw me. "Hi, Angel." I greeted.
She rolled over onto her stomach and whined happily. I patted my lap and she pawed the air at me. I giggled and knelt down. I scratched behind her ear and she licked my wrist. "At least dogs are loyal." I grumbled and kissed her head. I got up and went upstairs to my room. I took off my dark blue jean jacket and light grey hoodie that I wore underneath and tossed them on the chest that was at the foot of my queen size bed. I took off my black combat boots and tossed them in my closet.
I flopped onto my bed and buried my face in my pillow. As much as I didn't want to cry over what happened between Richard and I...I just couldn't seem to fight back the sobs threatening to come out. Richard and I knew each other since eighth grade. He was one of my few friends that I had. I never had time for friends. I was constantly trying to protect Hunter from Hector and Wendy, trying to work even though I was underage-I had to explained I need money so I can get Hunter's medicine since Hector and Wendy were not going to-, and trying to hide Hector and Wendy's physical abuse to me from Hunter and everyone else. I was just busy trying to survive Hell.
When Richard and I started dating last year I knew it wouldn't last. He wanted to sleep with me and I refused him. I never even allowed us to kiss, but for one reason that I would not allow myself to even think about. I was trying to block it out, knowing if I dare even think about it...I'll fall apart. I can't allow myself to fall apart. Hunter needs me, and I need to be strong in order to save him from Hell.
I forced back a tear that was threatening to come out when I thought about Hunter. He was dying.
Painfully slow.
The only reason he still is alive is because of his medicine, but soon the medicine will no longer help him and he will die. I rolled over onto my back and I wiped away a few traitor tears. I glared at my ceiling. I'm slowly starting to understand why Erik Destler, my favorite fictional character despite the fact many sees him as a murderous villain, hated the world. It was a cruel, cold, heartless bitch.
I sat up and stared at the faint scars on my wrists. I knew I had to calm down but the only way that was going to happen was if I just sang something.
"There was a time when everyone was kind...when their voices were soft, and their words inviting. There was a time when love was blind, and the world was a song and the song was exciting. There was a time...then it all went wrong." I sang, my voice starting to break. "I dreamed a dream in time gone by...When hope was high, and life worth living. I dreamed that love would never die...I dreamed that God would be forgiving." I got up and trudged to the window seat as I continued to sing my altered version of "I Dreamed a Dream" from Les Meserables.
"When I was young and unafraid, so dreams were made and used and was no ransom to be paid...No song unsung, no music unheard." I sat down on the window seat, pulling my legs to my chest, and glared at the scars on my wrist, that seemed to want to remind me of how cruel the world actually was, causing my singing to darken. "But the tigers come at night...with their voices soft as thunder! As they tear your hope apart, and they turn your dream to shaaaaaame!" I sang bitterly.
"When I had no burdens to bear my life was filled with endless wonder!" I sang, remembering my life before my parents had died. "They took my childhood in their stride! And even now they still haunt me. And still I hope that all of this was just a cruel dream! That once I awake all these scars will disappear! But there are hope and dreams that cannot be and there are storms we cannot weather!" I chocked out. I held my head and had fistfuls of my hair. "I had a dream my life would be...so different from this hell I'm living! So different now from what it seemed!" I managed to sing out although I was trying to fight back the memories threatening to come back.
Once I was sure they were not coming back I letted my head do and I looked over at the picture of my parents, and I smiling. Tears started to roll down my face as I stared at my parents' smiling faces. "Now life...has killed...The dream...I dreamed." I chocked out. That last line seemed to be the final blow to my well built strong and happy eighteen year old girl façade. I think I managed to cry myself to sleep.
ATTENTION:
Okay so before my head gets chewed off from misunderstandings about not putting a warning for references of self harming. Well that's because there was no reference to self harming those scars on her wrists were caused by Hector and Wendy.
