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...Then, Suddenly...
Dawn frowned and released his wrist before hissing, "Yes, thank you for pointing out that I'm a freak!"
Erik nearly laughed out loud at her remark. If only she knew. He froze when his eyes caught something resting just behind her left shoulder. A scar from a burn distorted her skin. He was about to ask about it when she spoke.
"I'm sorry," she sighed. "You've been so nice to me and I just lashed out at you. Sometimes I just can't control my temper."
Erik smiled. He and the girl had many similarities. "I know the feeling, I too have a quick temper."
Erik paused. He had no idea why he was opening up to this child so easily. Perhaps it was the haunted look in her unseeing eyes, the look that one so young should not possess. The eyes that suddenly blazed with fire when she was mad. Her spirit was so alike to his.
"That's quite a grip you have…" he commented. His wrist still ached, he didn't think he'd have a bruise but it would hurt for a little while.
"Oh," she blushed. "Forgive me if I hurt you. I've built up my strength and honed my senses so that I can defend myself against people that want to take advantage of my… disability."
Erik nodded, "It must be hard… not being able to see."
A sad smile came onto her face; "You don't know half of it. It's especially hard because I am- was an artist. I'm like a deaf musician, a bird with one wing… hopeless."
Erik frowned, "I've upset you again."
He thought about what Dawn had said. If he were deaf, he'd be lost. He would be stuck in a swirling pool of silence, unable to feel the passion that was his music. How could he survive without hearing his organ, his piano, his flute, his violin, and Christine…
"Wait," he said as he recalled what she had told him. "You were an artist?"
"Once," she said quietly. "Now without my eyes… I don't know who I am."
Erik pursued with caution, "If you don't mind me asking… how did you loose your eyesight?"
The girl winced but covered it extremely well with a yawn. "I'm still exhausted. Would you mind if I went back to sleep? The toll of this emotional and physical strain is still upon me."
So, she didn't want to talk about it. Understandable, after all, they had just met. But still, he wondered what dark secrets were hidden behind her childish face…
"Of course. I'm a little tired myself. I bid you goodnight then."
Erik got up and put the chair he had previously occupied back into it's rightful spot. He poked the fire to make sure it was still roaring.
"Goodnight," she answered.
He smiled and was about to leave when he heard her small voice, "Oh, Erik?"
He paused in the doorway, "Yes?"
"Pleasant dreams."
As Erik lay down in his coffin, he thought about the stranger who cared for him enough to wish him sweet dreams.
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...Then, Suddenly...
Dawn frowned and released his wrist before hissing, "Yes, thank you for pointing out that I'm a freak!"
Erik nearly laughed out loud at her remark. If only she knew. He froze when his eyes caught something resting just behind her left shoulder. A scar from a burn distorted her skin. He was about to ask about it when she spoke.
"I'm sorry," she sighed. "You've been so nice to me and I just lashed out at you. Sometimes I just can't control my temper."
Erik smiled. He and the girl had many similarities. "I know the feeling, I too have a quick temper."
Erik paused. He had no idea why he was opening up to this child so easily. Perhaps it was the haunted look in her unseeing eyes, the look that one so young should not possess. The eyes that suddenly blazed with fire when she was mad. Her spirit was so alike to his.
"That's quite a grip you have…" he commented. His wrist still ached, he didn't think he'd have a bruise but it would hurt for a little while.
"Oh," she blushed. "Forgive me if I hurt you. I've built up my strength and honed my senses so that I can defend myself against people that want to take advantage of my… disability."
Erik nodded, "It must be hard… not being able to see."
A sad smile came onto her face; "You don't know half of it. It's especially hard because I am- was an artist. I'm like a deaf musician, a bird with one wing… hopeless."
Erik frowned, "I've upset you again."
He thought about what Dawn had said. If he were deaf, he'd be lost. He would be stuck in a swirling pool of silence, unable to feel the passion that was his music. How could he survive without hearing his organ, his piano, his flute, his violin, and Christine…
"Wait," he said as he recalled what she had told him. "You were an artist?"
"Once," she said quietly. "Now without my eyes… I don't know who I am."
Erik pursued with caution, "If you don't mind me asking… how did you loose your eyesight?"
The girl winced but covered it extremely well with a yawn. "I'm still exhausted. Would you mind if I went back to sleep? The toll of this emotional and physical strain is still upon me."
So, she didn't want to talk about it. Understandable, after all, they had just met. But still, he wondered what dark secrets were hidden behind her childish face…
"Of course. I'm a little tired myself. I bid you goodnight then."
Erik got up and put the chair he had previously occupied back into it's rightful spot. He poked the fire to make sure it was still roaring.
"Goodnight," she answered.
He smiled and was about to leave when he heard her small voice, "Oh, Erik?"
He paused in the doorway, "Yes?"
"Pleasant dreams."
As Erik lay down in his coffin, he thought about the stranger who cared for him enough to wish him sweet dreams.
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