Chapter Fifty One: The End?

-* I stood upon the branch of the iron tree and beat the ceiling with my hands, having several flashbacks of when William came after Pierre and I; I cringed at thinking of William again and beat harder against the ceiling, finally, one of the tiles jiggled and I grinned. However, it mattered not how much I beat it, it couldn't come loose! So, I laid back on the branch of the iron tree and kicked it with all of my might, at one point, the tile did break, but, it broke into little shards which ended up stabbing my foot. I cried out and yanked my foot back down to me as soil and tiny rocks rained down upon me, stinging my skin and soiling my nightgown; slipping beneath my clothes and into my mouth. After the rain of gravel ended, I spit and hopefully got all of the gravel out of my mouth, turning to my aching foot; blood was leaking from the wounds and slowly, dripping down the iron tree.

Carefully, shard by shard, I yanked them out of my foot; gasping at the sudden pain. After my foot was clear of shards I heaved myself up, balancing on my healthy foot and peeking into the tunnel to see that it was nearly cleared out! I placed my hands on the inside of the tunnel and pulled myself up, causing my arms to tremble beneath my weight; I must've gained a few pounds since birthing Annabella! The tunnel was dark and humid; heat rises and, since I opened up that tile, some of the heat could escape through the tunnel, causing the tunnel to heat as well. As I crawled I continuously stepped on my nightgown and tripped myself, causing myself to fall forwards, onto my face.

My foot was only but a dull pain now as I dragged it along behind me; the lack of fresh air in the tunnel was stifling and my lungs felt as if they were compressed, it was the same sensation I was given when I wore a corset. I was forced to take short, quick breaths as I continued down the tunnel, stretching an arm out before me every so often to check if I was nearing the end or not. When I reached out my arm again, I felt it, it was a wet, thick wall of compacted dirt and sediment. "What?" I whispered; now, I beat against it with both of my hands, but it wouldn't budge.

I clawed at the compacted dirt, hell, I even bit at it! But it seemed that Erik glued it all together; it wouldn't budge even in the least. I laid back, staring up at the ceiling with the feeling of a hole in my chest; I wasn't going to get out, I couldn't get out...I was...I was going to die. I shook my head and pushed myself up, crawling back to the torture chamber and poking my head out, thankfully, the air hadn't yet been turned putrid with the Persian's corpse; I breathed in deeply as tears formed in my eyes, I didn't want to die, I had two little girls, a husband, and a cat I needed to care for! I was the Primadonna, my best friend was pregnant and more than likely with an abusive partner, someone would have to look after her!

I climbed down, out of the hole and stared at the mirrors before getting an idea. I rushed over to the Persian's body, cringing as I stepped in his blood, and unhooked the spike which he himself plunged into his throat; I groaned and clenched my eyes shut, whimpering as I yanked the device out of the Persian's neck and blood sheeted my hands like cerise gloves. I bit my bottom lip and carefully took the device over to a mirror and held it behind my head like someone would hold a bat; clenching my eyes shut I threw the device at the mirror and it shattered. Mirror pieces flew every which way and I grimaced, looking down to see that I practically had the entire mirror embedded in my legs! I turned away from my legs to see that, indeed, the mirror was smashed to bits, but behind it was only an iron wall; sighing, I tip toed as much as I could over the shards and retrieved the spike.

I threw the spike at every single mirror in that chamber, but not one of them reveled the doorway!

I hung my head and remembered, Erik fitted the door with iron incase this very scenario happened; I closed my eyes and I do believe I fell asleep sitting upright! For when I woke again, I woke to the abhorrent smell of putrefaction; the Persian's body was decomposing. I coughed and covered my mouth and nose, hurrying as much as I could to the walls and banging on them with one hand, maybe, maybe the mirrors were stopping the sound; maybe they could hear me now! I banged and I gave the best screams I could, but my vocal chords were shriveling. I didn't want to die.

I didn't want to die.

-* I didn't know how long it had been, there was no way of telling, but it felt like an eternity. I could hear them, my family, I could hear them; little Mimi and Annabella were speaking of the bangs they heard that night whilst Erik was cooking in the kitchen. Why couldn't they hear me? I called their names and slammed my body into the walls, and yet, they acted as if they hadn't heard a thing; then, Mimi asked Erik where I was, silence ensued for a moment and then Erik began to yell for me around the house. I yelled out to him, but, as I expected, received no response; Erik's yells became frantic and the girls joined in on it too, but their cries became distant, so distant I could barely hear them anymore.

I was so thirsty and tired and longed for fresh air, my lungs were so compressed I felt they were to explode any second! My arms fell to my sides, it felt as if my strength disappeared within seconds! My noodle arms then gained pinching cramps and my eyelids fell closed. Even with my eyes closed I felt as if I were in a fishbowl and my esophagus burnt with the imminent sign of nausea. "Daddy, have you checked in here?" Annabella cried, turning the doorknob; Erik's footsteps came closer and I could tell, by the rush of cold air, that the door was opened. Mimi gasped, Annabella screamed, and Erik ran over to me, his cold fingers touching my boiling skin; laborsly, I opened my eyes and smiled to him.

"Curiosity killed the cat" I whispered the best I could; Erik lifted me from the ground, and, before running out with me he said:

"But satisfaction brought it back"

-* Erik brought me to the hospital before I could suffer heat stroke and, ultimately, die as I so much feared. Erik never left my side; day and night he sat beside me, my hand in his own. The only downside to this was that my stay at the hospital lasted over my birthday. On that day, though, Mimi came up to me with a smile placed gently upon her lips; Erik was grinning to me, Mimi took out her notebook and wrote down 'I want to show you what I learned, mommy'. I smiled.

"Go on, then, lovely, show mommy." I said, brushing her bangs from her eyes. She nodded and set her notebook upon my legs, smiling and biting her lip as I did. She sighed and, in a very quiet, sweet voice, said:

"I love you, mommy"

I couldn't help myself, I thrust my arms around her and wept into her shoulder, kissing her cheeks as I did so; her voice, it was so beautiful! I had never heard such a wonderful thing before! I held her close and told her how gorgeous her voice was and I felt a little peck on my cheek; this was why I had to live.

This was why.

-* Years passed and at the age of forty six, Erik made me retire my position of Primadonna. Erik built us a home on the countryside of Paris; the girls were sent to the finest school of arts in Paris, Mimi became a sculptor, and a very wonderful one at that! And, Annabella, well, Annabella became a nun; which was, completely fine with me, but Erik pitched a fit.

It turns out that I was correct about Abelia and her partner, he hurt her and was thrown in jail; Erik and I helped out with what she would allow us to, but that was not much; Abelia refused to sing anymore at the Palais Garnier and from then on, I lost contact with her. Mimi is close to being married and Annabella now lives in Spain, like I said before, as a nun. Erik and I lived and loved in peace, usually, as I was doing the daily chores, his voice would echo from all sides of our home and I would giggle; he did promise to practice his ventriloquism!

But, today, today was a special day. I had much thought over Monsieur Gaston Leroux and the book he published about Erik's past with Mademoiselle Christine Daae, and, what harm would there be in writing his future after that? I checked with him, and he said it was up to me, it was my diary anyways. That afternoon, I sat in the living area with Erik, lounging upon the couch, rereading 'the Phantom of the Opera' and giggling at the stupidity of the Managers in the chapter 'The Safety Pin Again' when my maid, Millie, announced my special visitor. I sat up happily and nodded to Millie, asking her to bring the visitor in; and, moments later, in walked an attractive young lady, she was no more than sixteen with a bit of chub in her mid-section.

Her eyes shone blue and her hair was golden blonde; she wore a purple dress with a purple ribbon tied neatly in her hair, a notebook and pen clutched tightly in her grasp. She smiled from ear to ear and I asked her to sit; Erik eyed her suspiciously before resuming his scan of an old newspaper. "So, my dear girl, what are you going to name this book?" I asked, handing over to her my diary; she pursed her lips in thought for a moment before gasping and responding:

"I was thinking 'Persephone's Angel'"

"Marvelous"

(A/N)

That's it. The fat lady's singin'! Thank you all for coming with me on this wonderful (and heartbreaking) roller-coaster I called my Phanfiction. Next chapter will be the Ask chapter where I answer any and all questions I've received in your reviews, so, if you want your question answered, be sure to ask it! Sorry it took so long, for quite a while I couldn't think up a plotline for it! But, I assure you, I am studiously working on 'Angel at Sea' and 'In the Shadow of the Moon' (- It's got Gustave in it!)

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