*Runs for her life* OMG They're all coming to get me! Easy, Erik stop! NO NOT THE LASSO *Starts gagging*

Before I broke down completely I raced to the fireplace as fast as I could, tearing up the newspaper I threw it into the flames, Erik wouldn't find out, he couldn't find out now!

I collapsed into a fit of sobs on the floor, how could she be dead? What cruel force of nature could take a life like Christine's?

Erik found my on the floor sobbing hystarrically. He knelt next to me and I collapsed into his arms crying "What's the matter? Are you sick? Are you in pain?" he asked me. Still sobbing I shook my head and he began to hush me "What's wrong?".

No matter what I couldn't tell him, and even if I'd wanted to I wouldn't have been able to, I couldn't stop crying. Oh Christine, why Christine? Of all people why Christine? Erik stroked my hair and my back, hushing me gently, but his attempts to calm me down weren't working, I only cried harder.

What would happen when I told him? Now I was crying harder, because I was afraid. What would my poor Phantom do when I told him his beloved angel was dead. She couldn't have been dead, maybe I'd just read the paper wrong, maybe it'd actually said 'Christine's not dead'. But I was never a person who could deny themselves, I knew the truth.

After nearly 2 hours of nonstop hystarics, I simply stopped. Erik had carried me into the library and sat down in his chair, holding me and rocking me gently, singing 'Music of the Night'. When he'd first started singing it I'd cried even harder, but now I began to calm down.

Finally we were silent, and he simply held me, that's all I wanted right now, was for him to hold me. For a brief moment things were alright, and for a moment I nearly cried out again, because the way he held me reminded me of the way he'd help me on the roof all those years ago when Lizzy had had her accident, and when he'd obsessed over Christine and I'd met him on the roof before 'Don Juan Triumphant'.

"What happened my dear?" he asked me soothingly. I swallowed back a lump that was forming in my throat, threatening to break me down into sobs once more "I can't tell you" I whispered. He began kissing my face gently "Why can't you tell me? You can tell me anything" he told me "Please have faith in me".

I waited for a long time, I wanted this moment to last forever, but I could feel the tension begining to build as I didn't speak, so finally I told him, as softly as I could "Christine's dead".

Time seemed to freeze up for a long time, I could feel Erik stiffen and I wrapped my arms around his neck "D... Dead?" he repeated, unsure if he'd heard me correctly. I nodded and began to cry again "Oh Erik, she didn't want me to tell you! She said she didn't want you to hurt yourself because of her! She loved you Erik, right until the end please forgive me!" I sobbed.

He didn't speak, he didn't move, he was just frozen in shock. I cried for a long time before he finally let out a little sob and broke down as he held me. We cried together for a long time, he kept calling out her name and I would hush him every time he did.

After a while I stood up, but he completely lost it the moment I wasn't touching him. He collapsed to the floor, rocking back and forth and practically screaming "CHRISTINE! MY ANGEL!". I fell on my knees beside him and put my hand on his side "Erik, don't hurt yourself" I told him.

What if Christine had been right? What if telling Erik was a mistake and this killed him. What would happen then? Oh what was I going to do now? I lowered my voice into a whisper as he cried "Erik, listen to me" I told him, his cries lessened slightly as I spoke to him, but he was still hystarical "Erik, You need to be strong now, Christine would have wanted you to be strong for her. Think about your family, your children need you, I need you!" I told him.

He slowly began to calm down, but I knew he was still completely undone, and I wondered if he'd ever recover from this. Though he himself had lived through Christine's death, I believe with all my heart that a part of him died that moment.

After a moment of that I felt his body begin to shake, his voice cut through the silence like a knife "You are lying to me, my angel can't possibly be dead, it's impossible" he said darkly. What? He knew I wouldn't lie to him. He stood up "She... She can't be" he said.

"Erik, Christine is dead, her soul's in heaven" I told him. He was beginning to scare me and he began to scream angrily "LIAR!" he tore several books off the shelves and threw them angrily around the room before running to the kitchen. I stood, frozen in shock and fear and watched as he picked up a bottle of brandy, and down the whole thing.

Once he'd finished the bottle he smashed it against the wall, and picking up the sharpest shard he sliced through his wrist "ERIK NO!" I cried, I went and tried to stop him but he was too strong and he threw me down "NO! CHRISTINE!" he cried, as he sliced his wrist again.

Daniel came into the room just in time and I looked at him "Daniel, I need you to be very brave for me" I told him. He came to my side and helped me up "What's going on Mother?" he asked me, sounding a little scared. I looked at him "You remember Christine?" I asked him, he nodded "She died last night".

Erik cut himself 3 more times before me and Daniel managed to restrain him "Please! Please stop!" I told him. He fought us "CHRISTINE!" he cried out. After fighting him for nearly half an hour he finally stopped fighting us. I sighed and told Daniel to go make sure Kirsten didn't hear anything. He nodded and left the room.

Gently as I could I turned Erik over, his face was pale and blood pooled on the floor from his wrist. I had never ever in my entire life seen someone look as horrible as this, especially not Erik, the Opera Ghost, the Phantom, I didn't even know what to call the emotion that was on his face, but it was painful.

I tore a piece of cloth from my skirt and began to wrap his now damaged wrists, crying a little as I did "Please Erik, don't hurt yourself anymore. Everything's going to be alright, you understand me?" I asked him. He teared up "How could she be dead?" he asked me. I shook my head "I don't know Erik, I don't".

After I wrapped his wrists I helped him stand, but he nearly fell on top of me. Carefully, I helped him upstairs and into bed, he closed his eyes "She loved you Erik, I hope you know how much she did" I told him. Gently I wrapped my arms around him as he fell into a peaceful sleep. Why was my world falling apart so? Who would be next? I prayed nobody else, for the of my sanity.

"I love you my Phantom" I whispered as exhaustion began to claim me. I closed my eyes and pulled myself closer to Erik, hopefully I'd witnessed the worst today, but Erik was the Opera Ghost, unpredictable. Who knew what chaos would unfold now that Christine was dead. Oh Christine, why?