"Why God?! Why did you curse me with this face?!" I cried to the
darkness of my room. I had left Christian in the sitting room. I knew he
had seen my face. "Why was I condemned to this Hell I live in?" I moaned
and collapsed to the floor. "Maybe I do deserve this. Maybe I should be
alone. I know I don't deserve Christine. She is so beautiful, so beautiful.
Why God do you torment me so?!"
At that I broke down completely. I cried until I could cry no more. I climbed up onto my bed, feeling more helpless than I had in a long time. I finally fell into an uneasy sleep, plagued once again by the nightmares of my past.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"No Erik!"
"But Mother-"
"No Erik! You can't! Go play the piano."
"I want to play with the other children Mother."
"Do you want them to take your mask?"
"No ma'am."
"Do you want them to see your face?"
"No ma'am."
Then you cant play with them."
~~~~~~~~~~~
"Shut up boy!"
"Please let me out!"
"No! Now shut up and stop crying!"
"Can I have my mask back?"
"No."
"Give it back! Give me my mask!"
"No boy! People are coming to see your ugly face, not your mask!"
"Will you at least let me out of this cage?"
"Not if you don't shut up and stop crying!"
~~~~~~~~~~~
"Erik Destler, by order of his Excellency the Shah of Persia, you are hereby sentenced to death by hanging. Your sentence will be carried out at dawn on the 31st day of October. Do you have any requests before then?"
"Just one."
"And what is that?"
"That the Shah dies a slow painful death and burns in Hell for all eternity."
"Take him away!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I woke with a start to hear music playing. I ran out into the sitting room and found Christian seated at the organ playing a song I had written.
"You do not touch this boy!" I yelled. "I let you stay here when most people would die before they cross my threshold! Do you want me to hate you?!"
"I'm sorry Erik. I didn't know. I didn't mean to upset you," he said hurriedly. I could tell he meant it.
"I'm sorry Christian. I just have a problem controlling my anger sometimes," I stated.
"Do you want me to leave?" he asked.
"No!" I shouted. Christian looked shocked. "I-I mean, you can if you want to."
"Then I guess I'll stay for a while longer; if that's ok with you I mean," he said.
"Of course it is Christian," I replied. I was shocked when he smiled and I found myself smiling back, for the first time in a long time, at someone other than Christine.
At that I broke down completely. I cried until I could cry no more. I climbed up onto my bed, feeling more helpless than I had in a long time. I finally fell into an uneasy sleep, plagued once again by the nightmares of my past.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"No Erik!"
"But Mother-"
"No Erik! You can't! Go play the piano."
"I want to play with the other children Mother."
"Do you want them to take your mask?"
"No ma'am."
"Do you want them to see your face?"
"No ma'am."
Then you cant play with them."
~~~~~~~~~~~
"Shut up boy!"
"Please let me out!"
"No! Now shut up and stop crying!"
"Can I have my mask back?"
"No."
"Give it back! Give me my mask!"
"No boy! People are coming to see your ugly face, not your mask!"
"Will you at least let me out of this cage?"
"Not if you don't shut up and stop crying!"
~~~~~~~~~~~
"Erik Destler, by order of his Excellency the Shah of Persia, you are hereby sentenced to death by hanging. Your sentence will be carried out at dawn on the 31st day of October. Do you have any requests before then?"
"Just one."
"And what is that?"
"That the Shah dies a slow painful death and burns in Hell for all eternity."
"Take him away!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I woke with a start to hear music playing. I ran out into the sitting room and found Christian seated at the organ playing a song I had written.
"You do not touch this boy!" I yelled. "I let you stay here when most people would die before they cross my threshold! Do you want me to hate you?!"
"I'm sorry Erik. I didn't know. I didn't mean to upset you," he said hurriedly. I could tell he meant it.
"I'm sorry Christian. I just have a problem controlling my anger sometimes," I stated.
"Do you want me to leave?" he asked.
"No!" I shouted. Christian looked shocked. "I-I mean, you can if you want to."
"Then I guess I'll stay for a while longer; if that's ok with you I mean," he said.
"Of course it is Christian," I replied. I was shocked when he smiled and I found myself smiling back, for the first time in a long time, at someone other than Christine.