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A month had past since...the near rape by the hands of Vayne Solidor. No one believed me on the true accounts of it, but they believed that I was attacked. I had the bruises and the scars to prove it. Larsa would often send me sympathetic glances and when Armelle was away from the public eye, she did as well.

The past month was torture. I had no contact with O.G and I was beginning to fall back into the pit of despair I was in when my parents died. The images of the masked man faded and with the trauma of nearly being raped, I locked myself in the old Prima Donna's room.

Monsieurs Andre and Firmin had long since gotten a new pianist. His name is Balthier Archambault. He had dusty blonde hair and a small nose that was slightly upturned at the end. He always had a smug look on his face, or he looked bored. I did my best to keep to myself in the room. Fay and Annabelle grew more concerned with each passing day.

Madame Dollet tried to get me to leave the room, but I wouldn't budge. The room was my sanctuary and I didn't wish to leave...not while Vayne was still around. As I sat in front of the vanity mirror, I brushed my hair and sighed. I had Fay and Annabelle bring my stuff to this room because it was the only place I could lock the door. They didn't ask, but I know they were worried. Picking up my journal, I began to write.

"Don't act like you don't know me. It's still me I never changed. I'll be here when you come back.

Those are the words I wish I could tell O.G...if I knew how to talk to him. How do I know it's a guy? It could be a girl?...everything is a mess...the images of the man have disappered. I wonder if he died?...who protected me from Vayne? Why are there so many answers I can't answer?! Can't anyone tell me what's going on?!! Why is everything crumbling at my feet?! Does God love to torment me?! ...why...I promise I'll be a good girl...just...someone help me...Why did I have to be tied by fate to a man in a mask?! What good did it bring me?!...peace...that's what it brought me...where is he? I've looked all over for him...there's not a trace of him. It's as if he's a ghost...better yet...more like a phan-"

My eyes widened as I stopped writing. Memories rushed through my head and one in particular stood out. "I heard that the phantom used to wear an ivory mask" Fay said. Dropping my journal onto the ground and the quill, I stared into the mirror before me. "How could I have forgotten that?!" I asked myself quietly. 'Because Fay said it. I thought she was joking and didn't think too much over it...but the answer has been staring me in the face and I didn't acknowledge it' I thought, tying my hair up with my ribbon.

I got up and looked around the room. It needed work but it was nothing I couldn't do while I sheltered myself up in this room...at least until Vayne would be gone. 'You know he'll never leave...he's the patron' I thought sadly. Walking over to the huge mirror on the wall, I sighed and placed my hand on it. My reflection mirrored a woman I didn't know.

The once vibrant emerald eyes had dulled down into seafoam green orbs, almost lifeless. Small bags took up residence under my eyes from the nightmares I had been suffering for the past month. My skin had grown paler and my cheeks went from naturally rosey to almost dull and lifeless. I didn't know who I was anymore and it made me sad to know I lost a part of me I'd never get back. A cold breeze teased my cheeks and startled me out of my reverie. 'air? How is there air coming out from behind the mirror?' I thought as I felt the sides of the mirror.

I found an opening and slowly began to slide the mirror back to find a passageway behind it. Intrigued by my discovery, I headed down into the darkness. Past the candle holders, past the stone faces in the walls, and to a lake. There was no way across so I decided to trudge through the water. It's frigid embrace enveloped me and caused my teeth to chatter. My skin had just began to turn blue when I came across the opening to someones home.

Once I was out of the deathly cold water, I noticed right away there was an organ in the middle of the area. Joy rushed through me and I tried not to trip over myself in my excitement. It had been almost a month since I played any music and I felt like I had been disappointing my father with not playing. 'I promised you I would continue to play even after you were gone Papa. I will keep that promise' I thought as I looked around some more. Coming across a room, I smiled at the swan bed that resided in it and was fascinated by the monkey dressed in Persian robes ontop of a music box. Everything was immaculate and I was awestruck. Broken mirrors were scattered around the area and I wondered just what had happened to cause such pristine mirrors to meet such a devastating fate.

"Do you like my home?" came a snarling tenor voice from behind me. Whoever's home this was, I had certainly intruded. A hand grasped my arm and led me to a gandola by the shore. I couldn't see the mans face, as he was turned away from me. The man was dressed in a black felt robe with the cuffs turned inside out with what seemed like a cross on the back. The robe had two tails that ended at the man's calfs.

He wore black pants and black dress shoes. The man turned his body around and I saw that under the robe all he wore was a white ruffle shirt. 'I must've disturbed this man's slumber' I thought as the man finally turned to look at me. My breath hitched in my throat. There before me, with his black hair slicked back, his hazel eyes narrowed at me, his lips pressed thinly together to show his annoyance that I intruded upon his home, and the haunting ivory mask staring back at me, was the Phantom of the Opera!

Author's Note: Please review! the lyrics I used in the part of the journal were from Maria Mena's 'I miss you love'. No flames please