Chapter 7- Memories Returned
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Phantom of the Opera or any of the characters, except Kara who of course is my own character. I do NOT own any of the songs from ALW, this is my first fan fiction writing so please be kind
After her encounter with the Phantom, she decided to go and take a bath. Somehow a bath would always make her feel rejuvenated and clean. Walking through the corridors of the Opera House, it was dark and quiet, many people had gone out for dinner or for other entertainment. As Kara walked through the hallways, she couldn't help but think of what the Phantom had said.
"Does the Phantom…love…"started Kara, but she couldn't finish it.
The thought of the Phantom loving Christine wasn't really a surprise. Christine was a very beautiful girl with a sweet and king heart she could have any man that she wanted. She could dance and sing…she had a special bond with the Phantom.
Entering the Prima Dona room, she gathered her nightclothes and headed toward the bathing rooms. The room was small and had three bathtubs and four sinks all in the colour of marble. Kara began to undress as she turned on the taps to one of the tubs. Wrapping a towel over her body she walked over to one of the small mirrors there, and looked into it.
"Sigh"
She looked at her reflection and then closed her eyes, remembering her life before she came here…compared to what she had before the Opera was heaven.
"Kara come back!" yelled a middle-aged boy around the age of 15. "You'll have to catch me first!" she yelled back. It was a warm sunny afternoon at a friend's backyard. The two teenagers ran past the adults who were as usual drinking tea and talking about how rich they were and where they were going. "Hurry up Jonathan! Lets go into the garden maze! You'll never find me!" yelled a happy Kara. She was only 13 at the time. As they ran through the maze laughing and screaming, they cam to the very middle of the maze and collapsed breathing hard as they had run out of breath.
"I 'huff' am so 'huff' tired." Said a weary Jonathan.
"That's because 'huff' your too 'huff' slow!"
They rolled over on the grass and laughed at each other. They had been friends since they were in school together. Jonathan was a strong built man with blonde short hair, with a pair of dreamy blue eyes to go with them. He was her best friend. Kara turned to her side and looked at him.
"When did your parents say that you're leaving to go to England?"
"Two days, that's why they're throwing this party."
"Oh"
He was her best friend and now he was leaving to England. His father was very rich and his business called him to move all over. He was also very powerful, and with his power he had made some enemies…dangerous enemies.
Kara sat up on her side and looked at him.
"When do you think you're coming back?"
Jonathan too sat up and looked back at her.
"Don't know, not for a long time though."
"What am I going to do without you?" she turned her head away.
"Write to me and I'll write back…I wont forget you." He said to her with such feeling.
Kara turned to him and smiled, "You'll forget." She laughed.
"Yeah maybe for a week, but I promise to write." He laughed back.
They got up together and walked back to the party, with their hands grasped in the others. As they walked closer to the party, they heard screams. Both looked at each other and ran towards to commotion. A man with a gun in his hand pointed at Jonathans father asking for money.
"Jonathan who is he?"
"He's one of my fathers clients, he gave my father the ideas to build this company, but he wanted more and more power so my father fired him, he swore revenge, but I didn't think he would. He has no family and isn't to popular with people. Wit here I'm going to help my father!"
"Wait Jonathan!" Kara called to him.
Jonathan ran next to his father. She couldn't hear what they were talking about, but they looked angry. At last it looked like the man was finally going to leave as he turned around and began to walk away. Both Jonathan and his father turned their backs to him as he walked in the opposite direction. Just as Kara felt more relived that no one was hurt, the man turned around and shot two bullets, one at Jonathans father…and on at him.
Kara kept her eyes closed as she remembered the sound of the gunshots and the site of her only friend collapsing dead on the grass. She looked in the mirror and saw that she had cried without knowing it. She turned from the mirror placing a hand on her heart as she turned off the taps to the tub. Taking off her towel she sat in the tub and washed up.
"Oh Jonathan."
She didn't love him; she did love him as a brother. She never got over the feeling of being so lost, and having something that you loved taken away from you. The last two years for her were hard. She was married once to a man who said that he loved her, and she in turn did love him too, yet the love that he wanted was not what love was supposed to be.
Kara looked down and saw some of the scars that she had on her body from the 'love' that her husband had given her.
She shook her head, and closed her eyes. She wanted to at least enjoy having a warm bath.
When she was done she dried her self off and pulled the plug for the water to drain. As she watched the water being sucked into the hole, she thought of it as all her feelings were going down with it. That's how she got rid of things she hated, she let them drown.
