Disclaimer: I do not own therapy...I feel sorry for whoever does...and sorry to
those who think that Erik's eyes are blue...I am taking off from ALW, but I
thought gold would be awesome!
A/N: Hey! I got a request to explain about Christine's therapy...this is going to be a toughy...I just got back from Shrek 2...HIGH RECOMMENDATIONS! It was awesome! Anyway...thanx for the good reviews! Keep it up! To answer Phantomgurl33's question, I do not know whether it will be an E/C ending...you and I will find out at the same time probably!
III. Christine tried to go back to sleep, but it seemed as if her past was everywhere she was, even in her dreams. She could not stop thinking. Her eyes were shut, but her mind was still in overdrive remembering the events of the past year. Her therapy had been a bad experience. Her doctor, Dr. Gilroy, had not been easy on her. If anything, he had made her struggle.
Therapy...
The waiting room alone was a horror for her. The dark room reminded her of Erik's dark ways...the darkness that always surrounded him...the murderer...the twisted face...all absorbed into one deep hell out of which there was no return...even she was absorbed into the hell...but she had found a way out...at least she thought she did.
The police still thought Monsieur de Changy's death to be a mystery never to be solved. But Christine knew the truth, though no one believed her. Mama Valerius was dead, so was papa, and Madame Giry and even little Meg were both held under arrest, being accused of robbing the managers of the salary that Madame Giry would bring to the so called 'Phantom of the Opera'. Erik was still to be pronounced a myth. That is why Christine was put into therapy. They all thought she was crazy. Maybe she was.
The black trimmed walls and the big wooden chairs in the waiting room were enough to frighten Christine into being scared during her therapy session. She had no idea what she was in for during the full hour she was there.
The secretary told Christine that Dr. Gilroy was ready for her. Christine hesitated before getting out of the roughly carven chair. Somehow, at hearing that the doctor was ready for her, the chair felt quite comfortable at that moment. It's for the best, thought Christine, I will be rid of Erik forever.
Christine walked through the dark hallway to the therapy room. The walls were undecorated, black, cold. She could not bear to look at them. That was how she felt. She felt strange. She could not bear the memory of just a few weeks ago. It seemed like just yesterday.
Christine, a voice echoed. Christine whirled around her looking wildly for the owner of the musical voice. She was alone in the hall, but she did not want to be. It seemed as though someone was watching her. She had no one to protect her. She was alone...alone.
She shrugged it of and continued walking. Almost as soon as she took the first step, she heard the voice again, calling her name. It sounded so lovely, so hideous, and so familiar at the same time.
Maybe I am crazy, she thought to herself. She continued walking again, but the voice did not speak again for a while longer. The blackness of the hallway seemed to go on forever. Then, she heard it again. But, it was not alone...this time, she felt a cold hand upon her shoulder. She jumped and screamed.
"Christine? Are you okay? I didn't mean to frighten you," said the voice, "I'm Dr. Gilroy," he added
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just a little jittery right now. Nice to meet you, Doctor," she said, embarrassed. "Are you ready for me?"
"Yes, I am. Come right this way," he said. He leaded her down a separate hallway that Christine did not see until now. The darkness made it too hard to see.
After a few moments of silent walking, Christine spoke up, "Dr. Gilroy, did you call my name before you found me?"
"No, Christine, I did not. Did you hear someone?", he replied, a little confused.
"Oh, no, no one. Just wondering..." she trailed off. She heard it again coming from everywhere, directly at her. She began to see the room spinning. The voice with no owner was coming from all around, never stopping, always saying the same thing, always calling out her name in a musical tone that sounded so lovely, so hideous, so familiar...she could not stand it. She shrunk to her knees and began pulling her hair and banging the floor. It was controlling her, making her go crazy, driving her to the brink of insanity. She could no longer tell the difference between the voice and Dr. Gilroy's, for he, too, was screaming her name out in vain trying to bring her back to normal. Her screams of terror were growing louder and louder until she could no longer hear it. She went deaf and fainted, allowing darkness to overcome her.
Christine sat up in her bed. That early morning was bad enough without the dream of her first therapy session haunting her. She remembered it all too well. Then, she remembered the date of the day. She had another therapy session later that day. If that was not enough to ruin her day. Her day was already ruined. Everyday was ruined for her.
Realizing that she could not go back to sleep with the memories haunting her once pleasant dreams, she got up from her bed and looked out the window. The sun was rising. The day had begun with a sour note. Maybe it would get better...maybe it wouldn't...
She gracefully walked to her dresser. She looked in the mirror at her reflection. Her silk nightgown looked beautifully on her. Her blonde curls were a little messy, but none the less beautiful. Her lips were not their usual red. Her face was not the beautiful tan that they always were. She was as pale as a ghost. Maybe it was because exactly one year ago, she had been being taught music by a ghost.
At that thought, she thought of what happened to Erik. She sighed. No one knew. No one knew that he was real except for her, and the Girys. The other people who knew were dead. Christine thought about the memory she had of him. The first thing she remembered was his blazing golden eyes. They burned when he was angry, but shined when he could be compassionate. He was always in a dark sea of a mixture of feelings. He could have any feeling he wanted. The only one he wanted directed towards him was love. He could never have it...never. The next thing she remembered was his mysterious ways. He was always disappearing this way and that, though Christine never knew how. It was always a mystery, and it will remain a mystery. The last thing she remembered, but what she remembered it the most clearly even after a year: his face. The disfigurement was etched into her mind, never to leave. Every crack in his face, every fault was permanently placed into her mind as well as the night that she tore off his mask. The way he dug her nails into his rotten face. The way the flesh felt upon her very fingers. The living corpse...Erik...
She thought that Erik might have committed suicide long ago. Maybe after she left...right after. Though her thought was very strong, some little voice at the back of her head was telling her different...it said, Erik's alive, waiting to get you for good.
A/N: Hey! I got a request to explain about Christine's therapy...this is going to be a toughy...I just got back from Shrek 2...HIGH RECOMMENDATIONS! It was awesome! Anyway...thanx for the good reviews! Keep it up! To answer Phantomgurl33's question, I do not know whether it will be an E/C ending...you and I will find out at the same time probably!
III. Christine tried to go back to sleep, but it seemed as if her past was everywhere she was, even in her dreams. She could not stop thinking. Her eyes were shut, but her mind was still in overdrive remembering the events of the past year. Her therapy had been a bad experience. Her doctor, Dr. Gilroy, had not been easy on her. If anything, he had made her struggle.
Therapy...
The waiting room alone was a horror for her. The dark room reminded her of Erik's dark ways...the darkness that always surrounded him...the murderer...the twisted face...all absorbed into one deep hell out of which there was no return...even she was absorbed into the hell...but she had found a way out...at least she thought she did.
The police still thought Monsieur de Changy's death to be a mystery never to be solved. But Christine knew the truth, though no one believed her. Mama Valerius was dead, so was papa, and Madame Giry and even little Meg were both held under arrest, being accused of robbing the managers of the salary that Madame Giry would bring to the so called 'Phantom of the Opera'. Erik was still to be pronounced a myth. That is why Christine was put into therapy. They all thought she was crazy. Maybe she was.
The black trimmed walls and the big wooden chairs in the waiting room were enough to frighten Christine into being scared during her therapy session. She had no idea what she was in for during the full hour she was there.
The secretary told Christine that Dr. Gilroy was ready for her. Christine hesitated before getting out of the roughly carven chair. Somehow, at hearing that the doctor was ready for her, the chair felt quite comfortable at that moment. It's for the best, thought Christine, I will be rid of Erik forever.
Christine walked through the dark hallway to the therapy room. The walls were undecorated, black, cold. She could not bear to look at them. That was how she felt. She felt strange. She could not bear the memory of just a few weeks ago. It seemed like just yesterday.
Christine, a voice echoed. Christine whirled around her looking wildly for the owner of the musical voice. She was alone in the hall, but she did not want to be. It seemed as though someone was watching her. She had no one to protect her. She was alone...alone.
She shrugged it of and continued walking. Almost as soon as she took the first step, she heard the voice again, calling her name. It sounded so lovely, so hideous, and so familiar at the same time.
Maybe I am crazy, she thought to herself. She continued walking again, but the voice did not speak again for a while longer. The blackness of the hallway seemed to go on forever. Then, she heard it again. But, it was not alone...this time, she felt a cold hand upon her shoulder. She jumped and screamed.
"Christine? Are you okay? I didn't mean to frighten you," said the voice, "I'm Dr. Gilroy," he added
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just a little jittery right now. Nice to meet you, Doctor," she said, embarrassed. "Are you ready for me?"
"Yes, I am. Come right this way," he said. He leaded her down a separate hallway that Christine did not see until now. The darkness made it too hard to see.
After a few moments of silent walking, Christine spoke up, "Dr. Gilroy, did you call my name before you found me?"
"No, Christine, I did not. Did you hear someone?", he replied, a little confused.
"Oh, no, no one. Just wondering..." she trailed off. She heard it again coming from everywhere, directly at her. She began to see the room spinning. The voice with no owner was coming from all around, never stopping, always saying the same thing, always calling out her name in a musical tone that sounded so lovely, so hideous, so familiar...she could not stand it. She shrunk to her knees and began pulling her hair and banging the floor. It was controlling her, making her go crazy, driving her to the brink of insanity. She could no longer tell the difference between the voice and Dr. Gilroy's, for he, too, was screaming her name out in vain trying to bring her back to normal. Her screams of terror were growing louder and louder until she could no longer hear it. She went deaf and fainted, allowing darkness to overcome her.
Christine sat up in her bed. That early morning was bad enough without the dream of her first therapy session haunting her. She remembered it all too well. Then, she remembered the date of the day. She had another therapy session later that day. If that was not enough to ruin her day. Her day was already ruined. Everyday was ruined for her.
Realizing that she could not go back to sleep with the memories haunting her once pleasant dreams, she got up from her bed and looked out the window. The sun was rising. The day had begun with a sour note. Maybe it would get better...maybe it wouldn't...
She gracefully walked to her dresser. She looked in the mirror at her reflection. Her silk nightgown looked beautifully on her. Her blonde curls were a little messy, but none the less beautiful. Her lips were not their usual red. Her face was not the beautiful tan that they always were. She was as pale as a ghost. Maybe it was because exactly one year ago, she had been being taught music by a ghost.
At that thought, she thought of what happened to Erik. She sighed. No one knew. No one knew that he was real except for her, and the Girys. The other people who knew were dead. Christine thought about the memory she had of him. The first thing she remembered was his blazing golden eyes. They burned when he was angry, but shined when he could be compassionate. He was always in a dark sea of a mixture of feelings. He could have any feeling he wanted. The only one he wanted directed towards him was love. He could never have it...never. The next thing she remembered was his mysterious ways. He was always disappearing this way and that, though Christine never knew how. It was always a mystery, and it will remain a mystery. The last thing she remembered, but what she remembered it the most clearly even after a year: his face. The disfigurement was etched into her mind, never to leave. Every crack in his face, every fault was permanently placed into her mind as well as the night that she tore off his mask. The way he dug her nails into his rotten face. The way the flesh felt upon her very fingers. The living corpse...Erik...
She thought that Erik might have committed suicide long ago. Maybe after she left...right after. Though her thought was very strong, some little voice at the back of her head was telling her different...it said, Erik's alive, waiting to get you for good.