Hello everyone! Thank you for all of the reviews! I'm sorry this update id a little late. Life has been busy but I'm glad you all liked that last chapter. I'll definitely add more chapters with Erik's P.O.V. later on! But for this chapter it'll be the regular diary entry. Hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera or any other books/movies I mentioned lol

Chapter 11

Dear Diary

Well, I'm surprised to say that today was actually okay. I mean, it wasn't horrible and I was entertained for the most part. I did my best to pretend that my life was normal, that I wasn't kidnapped and held against my will. And you know what? It worked! Maybe my acting skills are really that good or maybe I just really wanted to believe that everything was actually all right. I don't know but I guess it doesn't matter. The only thing that does is that Erik is actually believing it. He looked so happy today that I know it won't be too long untill he trusts me.

` After I bathed and got dressed for the day, it wasn't long after until Erik was knocking on my door. I was sitting on my bed and brushing the few knots out of my hair. It was torture having such curly hair. It seemed that I got knots in it every five minutes.

"Come in!" I said and he slowly opened the door. He looked at me and seemed to wait for me to do something. "You don't have to just stand at the door. You can come in a little further."

He kept his eyes on me while he stepped a little farther in my room, still looking weary of something.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"I'm just waiting to see if you changed your mind." he told me and I rolled my eyes.

"Trust me, I didn't. Like I said, I want things to be normal." I said and sighed in frustration as a knot in my hair wouldn't come out. "I swear I'm just going to chop all of you off one day." I said mostly to myself. "You're too much trouble."

"I'd rather you not." Erik said and I looked up at him. "I rather like your hair." I laughed lightly and smiled.

"Thanks." I said and let out a relieved sigh when I got the knot out. I stood up and placed the brush on my night stand. "So, what do you want to do today?"

"I think you should eat first, then I'll tell you what I have planned for the day." he said and I nodded. I followed after him as he walked down the stairs and into the dinning room. My breakfast was already set up on the table and I quickly sat down in front of it. It was a bowl of Lucky Charms and a glass of orange juice. I used to have this everyday before elementary school.

"I never thought someone could get so excited over cereal before." Erik commented before he sat down across from me.

"It's my favorite cereal. Magically delicious." I said and ate a spoonful of it. "So, what's the plan for today?"

"I wanted to try those singing lessons again." he said. "But, we could do that later in the day. I wasn't really quite sure what to do before hand. I'm not sure what else you would want to do for fun."

"Um..." I said as I thought about it. "I don't really do much for fun. I mostly just read in my spare time." I wasn't going to mention the fact how I would be much more entertained if I had a computer. I already know what his answer would have been.

"After you're finished with your food, we can go to one of my reading rooms." he said and I swear I saw a hint of a smile on his face. "Hopefully I'll have a few books you will enjoy."

"That sounds good to me." I said and added a smile. The more I smiled, the more he'll believe I'm happy, I thought to myself. I finished my cereal and picked up the bowl and glass and started to stand up.

"I'll get that." He said and held out his hands.

"I can do it." I said but he shook his head.

"Please, I like doing things for you." He said and I reluctantly handed him the dishes. "I'll be right back." And with that he left the room. I took in a breath and took this moment to compose myself. Okay, I thought. So what if his being nice right now? Don't let yourself grow attached to him again because you know how it'll end up. Just think about your old life. Think about Meg, school, Mrs. Giry, Raoul...I sighed and absently played with one of my curls. Oh Raoul, if only you could get me out of here. Things would be perfect again the moment I felt your arms around me...

Erik came back in the room far too soon for my liking and noticed the absent look I had on my face. "Are you all right?"

I blinked a few times and nodded. "Yeah, sorry! Just spaced out for a little bit." He stared at me, I suppose debating if I was lying or not. Before he could say anything else I asked him if we could go to the reading room.

"Yes. Of course." He said and walked next to me. "Whenever I'm not composing, I'm in this room." He said as he guided me to the reading room. "It's another way to escape reality."

I nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean. When my dad died, I was too sad to sing because it reminded me of him. So, I spent a good month just staying up in my room and finished the entire Harry Potter series." I said with sad smile. "Which wasn't a good idea I guess. You know like all of my favorite characters died at the end of it? That just got me even more depressed...I'm sorry. I was rambling again." I said as we approached the room. I talked the entire way there about Harry potter, something I doubt Erik would ever read.

"Don't apologize. I like hearing you talk." He told me and I blushed. I guess he was used to my rambles. It's strange but whenever I talk about my dad, I wouldn't be able to stop talking. I guess Erik noticed it too because he never interrupted me. He must know how good it felt for me to talk about him.

He opened the door and I walked inside. I smiled as I saw the large room. It had a large brown shelf across the back wall with books filled to the top of it. There were to extremely comfy looking seats in there and it even had a small fire place. I stifled a laugh as I remembered the scene of Beauty and the Beast where he gave Belle the library. I guess our situations were sort of similar. Except I wouldn't fall for the beast and I would escape.

"If you can't find any books to your likening, there are other rooms like this one." He said behind me. "I just prefer this one because it is so close to my music room."

"It looks good to me." I said as I walked up to the bookshelf and scanned it.

"Good." He said and stayed by the door. I turned around and looked at him curiously. "What is it?"

"Aren't you coming in?" I asked and he tilted his head.

"You want me to stay here? With you?" He asked and I nodded.

"I know I've been acting pretty mean lately." I said. "You've never seen me like that and I'm sorry you had to. I really don't like being like that, at all. I just...well you understand. I was angry and now I'm tired of being like that." Was it a complete lie? No, not in the slightest. I did hate behaving like that. It really just drains me and makes me feel tired and sick. I didn't want to hold that anger anymore. So, this plan of mine was helping me in multiple ways. I'm slowly gaining his trust and making myself feel...well like myself again. It's a win win situation for me. For Erik...well at least he believes I'm doing this just to fix our strange relationship.

Erik stared at me, looking slightly shocked for a moment. I sighed and continued.

"You saved my life so you deserve to see the Christine you're used to." I said. "The nice one that doesn't yell."

"You really mean it?" He asked after a moment and I nodded. You're not lying Christine, I thought to myself. So don't feel guilty! I reached up to my crucifix necklace and forced on a smile. He smiled back and walked in the reading room. "You won't regret this, angel."

I looked back at the shelf, trying to find one to read and Erik walked beside me. "Do you have any suggestions?" I asked. He scanned the books and pulled one out.

"I enjoyed reading this one." he said and handed it to me. I looked down at it and tried to remember why it sounded familiar.

"The Great Gatsby...oh! Wasn't that turned into a movie recently?" I said and sat down on one of the chairs. He grabbed a book off the shelf and sat down on the chair next to me.

"Yes, however I doubt it was as good as the book." he said and I nodded.

"They never are." I said and opened it to the first page. I got so engrossed with the story that I didn't pay attention to anything around me. It really was good. I highly recommend it...I don't know why I'm telling you this diary...considering you're a book. Anyway, it was a while later till Erik talked to me.

"Christine?" I heard Erik say and I looked up from my book. "Would you like to start our lesson? We've been in here for a few hours now."

"I didn't even notice." I said as I closed my book. "I really liked it and I'm almost done with it."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." he said as he stood up and I followed his lead.

"It's kind of sad though." I said as we left the room. "And there are no likeable girl characters."

"You don't like Daisy?" he asked and I quickly shook my head.

"I hate her! She's just leading Gatsby on." I huffed as we entered the music room.

"Well, most women tend to do that. You're just too innocent to notice I suppose." he said and sat down on the piano bench. I bit my lip and grasped my necklace again. Stop with the guilt, I thought. I shouldn't even feel guilty. I'm in the right here! "So, let's begin with our scales." I nodded and stood up straighter. I took in a deep breath and sang the scale in perfect pitch this time.

The lessons were, I'm glad to say, just like how they used to be. I would sing and he would critique. I still had to work on my breath support and my lower register but Erik was nice about it. Kind of overly nice but I guess he was trying to make up for our last lesson. After a few hours, I started to yawn and he must have noticed how tired I was because he stood up and turned to me.

"I think our lesson is done for today." he said. "I don't won't to deprive you of any sleep."

I laughed. "Thanks. Yeah I was getting kind of tired." He led me out of the room and back to my own. "Today was actually nice."

"You sound shocked about that." He said with a smirk. "I don't blame you. I did act very horribly."

"I did too." I told him. "Let's just forget about that, okay?"

His smirked changed to a genuine smile. "Yes...that sounds perfect to me. Good night Christine."

"Good night Erik." I said and walked into my room and closed the door. I waited by the door and let out a disappointed sigh when I heard him lock the door. So, he didn't trust me yet. I shouldn't expect him to I suppose. It's only been two days since I started the plan and if he trusted me that quickly, he would have been an idiot and that's one thing Erik isn't. Now the only thing I have to get over is this guilt! My father always told me that lying to and deceiving people is a horrible thing to do and is a sin. He would always tell me that when I lied about something childish, like taking a cookie before dinner. He would sit me down and pull the whole "You know how much it hurts me when you lie..." He knew how to make me tell the truth. But dad, you have to understand. I have to do this or I might just go crazy.