Hey everyone! I have a bit of a shorter chapter for you guys due to the fact that I feel like this scene should stand on it's own. Let me know what you all think! R+R Please

CHRISTINE

Once Music class was over, Christine let out a huge sigh of relief. She felt as though she was holding her breath for the entire duration of the class. She had a hard time answering Erik's classes from the reading when she knew what was really going on in the back of his mind. Her butterflies disturbed her so much that she actually cancelled her after school plans and rushed home. Her need for him was unbearable and yet she had to pretend he didn't exist. How could she pretend he didn't exist, where only yesterday she was resting her head on his shoulder on the plane ride back to reality?

Lying back down on her bed, Christine felt tears fall from her eyes. She had no idea how to deal with the secrecy any longer. After a few minutes of pondering, she knew the best way to find what she wanted to find was to go visit her parents. Bella didn't allow her to go see them due to the fact that the last time she went to their graves, Christine didn't eat for a week and had to be force fed by the hospital staff. It's been 2 years since she visited their graves and thought she was mature enough to see them again.

It was midnight when Christine snuck out the back door of her house. She wore her hair up in a bun and put on a grey beanie for warmth. This was January after all, so it tended to be cold where she lived. Her boots made soft crunching noises as she walked across her lawn, disappearing into the night.

Christine's parents were buried together, under one tomb stone, so it was usually very easy to find them. Once she arrived, Christine knelt before it and first let out a soft cry.

"Mother, father, what should I do?" She whispered, as she wiped yet another tear off her face. "I had to come and see you, to see if there was anything you could do to help me through this dilemma."

"I feel sick now, every time I am around him, around Erik. I feel him in my blood stream, in my soul. It hurts too much to see him when I know that it can never be. He thinks that once I graduate from this stupid school, we will be together." Christine grabbed onto the tombstone, laying her cheek against the stone.

"That can never happen can it…. It's an impossible dream." Christine sobbed a bit louder, but still tried to keep her voice low. "What happens once we are together? What will become of us? I feel if we are finally together we will cease to exist. It will be only us. I will lose everyone, my friends, bella, even you two." Christine removed her face from the stone and sat with her face now facing the opposite direction.

"Am I being over dramatic? Is he just a man, and I…well a woman as of late? Is this not wrong? I mean, we could meet after graduation and have coffee or something? I mean he's only in his late 30s, it doesn't seem too wrong for two people of different ages to be together? Or is it not about age at this point? I don't even know what I am talking about to be honest. Of course Erik and I are supposed to be together, but it doesn't seem real."

Christine chuckled to herself.

"Can you really imagine, in real life, this happening to me? I have loved the Phantom of the Opera for as long as I can remember, and now I find out I'M part of the story? It's so crazy," then Christine felt a surge of rage beginning to enter her, she slammed her fists down to the ground and hit the back of her head on the stone behind her. "He's lying to me, isn't he?!" Christine coughed, "He's lying to me, I let him take me to a completely other country!? I am surprised I'm not dead! I let a complete creepy stranger take me to the other ends of the earth without even questioning anything!"

Christine then pushed her shirt up to reveal the burn mark. "How do I know he didn't do this to me, and drugged me with the alcohol and then pretended that this was a link to the past?!" Christine's voice was now growing a little louder and hotter tears fell more frequently from her face. "HE FUCKING LIED TO ME!"

Walking towards the nearest tree, Christine through off her beanie and started punching at the tree. "How could I have been so stupid! Everything that happened could have been found in a fairy tale. There is no such thing as soulmates."

Christine's fist kept punching the tree, but she felt no pain. The only pain she felt was in her heart. "I'm so stupid," she said in between punches and sobs, she didn't even notice her knuckles bleeding. "I…Need…to…forget…" and before her last punch, Christine felt two hands around her waist, pulling her back. Christine wasn't scared, she was angry. "Get the fuck off of me!" She elbowed whoever it was in the back of her, making Christine fall forward. On her hands and knees, staring down at the leaves in the ground, she breathed in and out. She then realized her knuckles were bruised and bleeding and the pain started to come through. Now the tears of anger have ceased and the cries of pain began.

"Christine, why?"

Christine turned to sit on her bum and looked up at the figure before her. It was Erik.