Hello again!
Sarahriah, I've got the whole plot thought out pretty much but if I told you wether that would happen or not it would be spoiling! Thanks for the review.
This chapter is sort of pointless. I'm thinking I'm gonna add a lot of pointless chapters because I'm terrified that this fic will be over after like five chapters.
So here it is, chapter three:
"MAY!" I immediately felt bad after screaming at her. I had just felt an insane erg to shout at the top of my lungs after my encounter with Joe and his lovely friend -I was trying to avoid thinking the name Raoul. It seemed to make Erik angry. Really angry.
We were trying to catch up to her after meeting Joe/Raoul. We had started out sprinting but we slowed to a jog when we caught site of her.
"What? I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't even go that far ahead" she pouted, her eyes filling with unshed tears.
"No you didn't do anything wrong, I'm sorry I yelled at you" I said between breaths when we caught up with her.
We walked in silence for a while before May said "Berly?"
"Yeah?"
"Why did Joe hit you?"
Erik was about to answer by saying something bad (really bad) about Raoul but I didn't think May needed to learn any French swear-words so I cut him off saying "He, um, was just pretending to hit me. I pretended to fall to make him feel bad."
Another silence.
"Berly?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you acting so weird?" Great. She'd noticed already? My sister was creepy.
"Because, child, I have the spirit of a fictional character inhabiting my body and he has made himself very determined to make my life miserable."
'Erik!' if it's possible to think loudly, I made every effort to do so.
"Really?" May stared at us with her wide, innocent blue eyes.
"Yes"
'Stop that!' I thought hysterically.
'She would have known if you were lying -you're a terrible liar- and besides, do you think she really believes us? And even if she does and she tells every single person she knows, do you think they would believe her?' he thought calmly.
'I guess you right,' I thought after a pause, 'have you really made yourself determined to make my life miserable?' I was afraid of the answer.
'I have yet to decide' he replied emotionlessly.
'Great.'
There was another pause and then, out of nowhere, I thought 'Want to hear your theme song?'
Of course, his reply was 'what?'
'Your theme song,' I explained, 'you know how I told you there was a movie made about you? Well it had songs.'
He didn't reply. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know what songs from this time period were like. So I decided for him and started digging around in the small backpack I had brought for my ipod. I went to the songs from Phantom but decided to only play the Overture. Songs with actual lyrics might bring up memories and I didn't want him to get depressed. It was partly because if he got depressed (more so than he was now) then I got depressed (more so than I was now).
When the song was over I thought 'So what'd you think?'
'And what other things do people from this time period listen to?' he seemed to have quite a habit of not answering questions.
I scrolled down until I found Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield. 'This is what a lot of girls listen to. I don't know what guys listen to. I've never been one' I thought to him and played the song.
When the song was over I played a few more and explained what ipods were used for and that I didn't actually know how they worked. And then we were home. It felt so good to be in my room where I could be alone and didn't have to worry about people thinking I was insane. Erik and I could even talk to each other out loud if we kept our voice low.
"I think we need to lay low for a while, Erik," I whispered once the door was locked and I had flopped us down on my bed, "stay out of public."
"Probably. It would be unwise to risk running in to Raoul again." he replied a little too loudly and I mentally shushed him.
"Yeah that wouldn't be good. You're not going to try and kill him while I'm asleep are you?" I asked.
"Perhaps" he replied, a little more quietly this time.
"Please don't."
"I'll refrain for the time being."
"Thanks"
we sat in silence for a while. Then a thought occurred to me. I sat up abruptly and was about to ask Erik about it when he thought 'No, that would not go over well.'
'I didn't even ask the question' I thought in frustration.
'But I already knew what I was going to be. Therefore, waiting for you to actually ask would have been a waste of time.' he thought back, his tone cold and emotionless like always.
'Fine. So what would we do if it actually happens?' the question was going to be 'what if we run in to Christine?'
He didn't want to talk -or I guess he didn't want to think about it. He didn't actually say that of course but this awful wave of depression swept over me and I knew it couldn't be mine. I had nothing to be depressed about, really.
I groped around for a change of subject. 'So, um... we're gonna stay in this room and never come out unless someone drags us out. We'll become a hermit.'
He internally sighed. 'Living in complete solitude is more painful than an adolescent like you would understand. You wouldn't be able to handle it.'
'Can't be that bad, no one to drive you crazy. And I'm not adolescent. I'm fourteen.'
He didn't answer me but turned to the mirror and gave it a you-will-accept-that-you-are-adolescent-and-you-will-like-it look so that it reflected back at me.
'Okay. We won't be a hermit then'
And that's chapter three! I know, nothing really happened but it will get a lot better in the next chapter I promise. That one might not be up for a while because some big stuff pops up in that one. So I'll see you guys later.
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