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Wide Awake
I wish I knew then, what I know now
Wouldn't dive in, wouldn't bow down.
Gravity hurts, you made it so sweet
Till I woke up on
On the concrete!
- Wide Awake, Katy Perry
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"Christine, our fates are in your hands," Raoul informed Christine, who was sitting in the managers' office.
Both of the managers, the Prima Donna, and Raoul were in the room, awaiting her response. But, he was there also. She could not see him, but she could sense him.
"I- I," Christine stammered.
She bundled up the skirt of her dress, and fled from the room. Once she was in her room, she slammed her door shut and locked it.
"What have I done?" she groaned as she slid down onto the floor.
Everyday, for the last six months of her life, she had poured her soul into two very different men. One had captured her heart with sweet words and caresses; while the other gave her music that only they can understand, yet, he was a fraud.
She picked herself up, and trudged over to her mirror.
"Open it, Erik!" She ordered, but the mirror remained silent and unmoving.
Christine kicked the mirror and pounded her fists against it, attempting to trigger the springs that opened it.
"I know you are there!" she yelled. Her little fists punched the mirror, until it slowly slid open. Christine fell into Erik's arms with tears.
"Shhh..." Erik carried her over to the wooden rocking chair he had made her.
"What have I gotten myself into?" Christine cried as they sat down.
Erik rocked her back and forth, waiting for the tears to subdue. Once she had calmed herself, she could think clearly.
"This is all your fault," She gasped.
"What?" Erik asked.
"I wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't given the managers your opera!" she exclaimed.
"I don't think it would have made a difference on your behalf," Erik said, holding back his temper.
"True, the opera wouldn't have made a difference, but you still do," She said as she stood up. "You tricked me, Erik! If you hadn't introduced yourself as an angel, none of this would have ever happened."
"So you're saying that you never wished to have met me?" Erik rose from the chair.
"No-"
"Then tell me, Christine, who was that little girl, sitting in a chapel, crying her precious little heart out, and asking for an angel?" Erik snapped back.
"That was me."
"You? No, you must not be that little girl, because she pleaded for an angel. She-"
"But you aren't an angel! You never were!"
"I can be."
Erik pulled out of his coat pocket a knife. He handed it to Christine.
"Since you don't need me any longer, how about just do away with me? That way, perhaps, I could be a real angel for you."
"Why would you want me to kill you?" She shrieked.
"Because Christine wants an angel. Christine needs an angel. And Christine shall get what she wants."
"No, I can't."
Erik snatched the knife from her hand, and held it up to his chest.
"If you won't do it, I will." He started to apply pressure, but Christine knocked it out of his hands before he could injure himself.
"Christine did want an angel, but she needs an Erik," Christine proclaimed.
She dived in and gave him a hug that sent sparks through Erik's body. Never had she given him a hug.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking," Erik apologized as he held Christine closer to him.
"Christine, we can run away from all of this," Erik suggested.
"But, there is far too many loose ends here," Christine reminded him.
"Then let's leave them hanging. Tonight, after the opera, we can run away."
"But I promised Raoul-"
Erik quickly held up his hand to stop her, and abruptly stopped her protest.
"Don't mention that name. Tonight you will be mine, and we can leave all of this chaos behind us."
"You think it will work?"
"Of course."
Christine sighed and fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt. Erik realized what she was doing and removed her hands from his chest.
"Tonight, Christine."
"Tonight." Christine smiled at the thought. "That means I'm performing! Oh dear, I must go tell them. I will see you after the performance."
She hurriedly ran out of the room, leaving Erik to his thoughts. He grinned and walked back through the mirror and into the dank passageway, knowing his plan couldn't fail.
The End
