Eventually Rebecca found me. She gasped in horror at the very sight. I searched desperately for breath to explain, but the words wouldn't come.
"Lizzie, we have to go," she coaxed me calmly.
"No!" I screamed.
"You can't stay here forever!" she yelled back. There was a hurt look on her face. I didn't mean to be mean, but she was trying to drag me away from my dead love.
"What if he wakes up? What if he needs me?" I asked desperately.
Rebecca sunk to her knees next to me. I felt her hand resting lightly on my shoulder. "Lizzie, I know this is hard, but he is dead. He isn't going to wake up. Ever."
The tears came faster. Ever was such a permanent word. It burned in my mind. Her arms wrapped around me. They felt so safe and secure. I cried into her shoulder for a long time. I knew I had to leave. I had to do something. Scream. Shout. Anything would feel better than the tears streaming down my face.
Rebecca helped me to my feet. My legs were wobbly. With her help, I stumbled through the secret passage in Erik's bedroom. We silently slipped out from behind a painting. Rebecca led me down the giant staircase. Her mother stood in the foyer.
"You came back for him, didn't you?" she asked. I nodded tearfully. The young tour guide embraced me in a tight hug. Was this the same hug that Christine had once received from Madame Giry?
Rebecca whispered something into her mom's ear. Mrs. Giry looked saddened and I could guess what Rebecca had told her.
"Lizzie, darling, Erik only ever wanted to be loved. You don't even realize how extremely happy you made him."
Her words weren't comforting in even the slightest degree.
We headed into the kitchen. Rebecca sat me down on a bar stool. Her mother was making us some hot chocolate. Was this real?
The hot chocolate burned my tongue and comforted me even less. Neither Rebecca nor her mom knew what to say to me. Nothing could help.
What would happen to me? I'd gotten off my flight home to be with Erik. He was dead. More tears came. What would the school say when they realized I'd ran away. What would my parents say when I didn't come home. Would I stay in Paris. If I went home, how would I get there?
There was nowhere that I belonged. It dawned on me suddenly. Erik was gone and he was the only reason my existence made sense. Call me drastic but life wasn't worth it without him.
"I'm going to go use the restroom, I think," I said slowly. My feet touched the ground as I stood slowly. Rebecca and her mom both looked at me with worry etched into their simple features.
I moved slowly. My feet shuffled. This was my only option. Yes, I was going to kill myself.
This chapter took a really long time to write. I apologize profusely! I couldn't decide how to do it though. It was a short one:/ Sorry guys! The next one should be up sooner. I'm not mean enough to actually have her kill herself! And someone else is coming back real soon!;) Just wait guys I promise it will get better!