Post Mortem
Rated: T (Character Death)
By Ravenseye131
How quaint is the white rose that rests in a bouquet upon my bureau? How soft is the feel of my silk bodice, ensnaring me in this false cocoon? Ah sweet metal, thy smooth surface is the only precipice I can see. The ghostly siren staring blankly at me is mocking me with her empty eyes. They are a swampy disgusting brown, devoid of feeling, devoid of love, devoid of…I grow tired, and the tendrils of my future husband's celebratory ball swirl about my head. It is all a lie…What choice did I have? What honor is there in this worthless upcoming marriage? How can I give myself to a man who is not my solace in the dark?
For every second I have spent within the presence of that upper-class filth I have become to reek of the Devil's fiery smell. I was damned to this abominable Hell, where the simple shuffle of each maid's steps aches in my ears like the cacophony of sounds that this bullet brings about. It is fitting then that you gentle weapon, with your sulfur stench and aching sound take me away from here. She is still watching me, sneering at the fact that I have stained my dress, that I've knocked over the vase of roses, that I've shot myself and still no one notices. Why would they? I am the fiancé, the happy, glorious, joyful, utterly imprisoned whore to Satan himself.
Dully, I can hear the resounding footsteps of someone approaching. Here they will find me, leaning spread-eagle onto my dresser top, my soulless eyes staring into my damned mirror and wishing that this whole mess would just be done with. What the hell am I waiting for? Why don't I feel the 'Holy Guiding Light?' Why is it that my Master keeps me yearning so? Yet, here now I stand! Waiting for you! You're late! You leave me here, waiting miserably at this horrid mirror whilst the screech of a thousand moronic fops tingles downstairs! Still! I cannot see your face in the mirror! I even wrote your impassioned words with my last breath! Gracefully gliding my self made red ink across the smooth surface of the glass! How can you not see them? Not come running? Not sweep me into your shadowed wings and lead me from here? I'm growing cold…my whole world is dimming. I can hear someone calling my name from a distance, but I of course am incapable of movement. The door behind me opens and a scream emits from the little chambermaid. Ah, the blissful horror of another's terror, the sweet encompassing darkness bleeds a smile upon my long dead face and as the end comes upon me I leave with only the smallest wonder…How could you leave me here, standing in the dark…?
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A/N: The person who was speaking was Christine, and she was speaking about Raoul and Erik in her last moments before Eternal Darkness. I feel as though it is pretty obvious as to what's going on, but if you are confused please send me a message and I will explain. Anyway, please review!