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My lips still tingled from the kiss as I walked down to my liar. For some odd reason, I couldn't stop smiling. I felt so happy. Like there was some kind of light shining, overwhelming me with a warm feeling. She loved me, I was almost certain about that. She loved me, and I… I had hurt her. My happy mood disappeared immediately, and changed into anger. I hit the wall. How could I have been so stupid?I hit the wall again, and again. Until scratches appeared on my knuckles. I felt the pain, but ignored it.
I deserved it. I finally reached my 'home', and hang my coat in the wardrobe that was in my bedroom. I lit almost all of the candles, so I wouldn't have to face my thoughts. When it was dark, I always saw my thoughts reflected in the darkness. I sat down on the piano stool and sighed. I didn't know what else to do.

But suddenly...I heard the piano play, and I realized it were my own hands moving over the keys. I closed my eyes, letting the music take over my soul, and smiled.

How can there be people who don't like music?

That was the question which had always been stuck in my mind. The music was so powerful, that I was entranced by it. I couldn't stop, when a song almost came to an end, I simply started a new one which started with the same chord. Time flew by, and when I looked at my pocket watch, it was already 11 pm. Did I really play for that long?

I walked across the lair and blew out most of the candles. I wasn't hungry, I didn't need dinner. I walked to my bedroom, took off my waistcoat and shoes and lay them on a small chair. I took off my mask and looked in the mirror. I tried to hide the right side, but it was impossible to hide it completely, so I finally found myself staring at the deformed side. It was disgusting. I don't know how anybody ever could stand this face. I tried to look away but somehow I couldn't, my eyes were so fixated on the right side I had to cover it if I wanted to look away.

Why did I kiss her?

I wish I knew the answer to that. It had been too much of a risk and I should never have done that. She knew me for only a day. Yet when I thought back of the sensation of her lips on mine I felt my stomach flip over in delight. It had been amazing.

I lay myself on the bed. There were only a few candles burning in the bedroom. I looked at the ceiling; my hands were folded on my stomach for some off reason. I turned to my side and looked at the toy monkey. I had made it when I first came here; I was only ten years old and scared to death. I remember Madame Giry saving me from the gypsies and bringing me here. I'm still glad she had done that. I sighed, how I always loved to explorer the catacombs. I had even made a whole map; it must be somewhere here around. I thought of what happened before I came here. I can't remember much, I can't even remember what my own mother looked like. I only remember the screams and beatings from my father. All the awful words he had shouted… I didn't even know their meanings back then. I turned to my other side. I hadn't seen my mother much; she usually was locked up in her room by my father. I still don't know why she never left him. I turned around again. My father only wanted to get rid of me, ignoring all my abilities. I sighed. I still wondered what happened after the night my father sold me to the gypsies. Would he have killed my mother? Or did they start again, taking a child which wasn't as ugly as me? Would she smile at her child every time it looked at her?

I knew this wasn't going to work, so I wound the mechanism of the music box and let it play.

The melody is so haunting in the dark...

When it was finished I wound it again, and again. I can't remember when I fell asleep. I only remember there was a lot of darkness.