A/n: Yay! I've just seen this story is on someone's favorites list...thank
you, AquaMoon!
Thank you, also, T.P.P., for letting me know Erik was OCC. I sort of realized that after I put it up, but, well...I guess it's sort of my interpretation of how Erik was at the moment.
I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, and I do not know who does.
Anything within // are italics, mostly used for thought.
Anything within }{ is sung.
Please enjoy.
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Chapter Three, Emma Lee Lamb
"I'm home! I'm back! I'm home!" came a cheery five-year-old voice running up to the door.
"Shhh, Emma!"
"Whose that?" Emma asked, once inside.
"I found him lying in an alley. He was nearly dead. Quiet now, he's asleep."
"Oh. Sorry."
Emma Lee was a cute little girl at the age of five-almost-six. She had golden blonde curls and big brown eyes. She was almost an exact copy of her big sister.
"How is Abby and Hannah?"
"They're good. I'm gonna go up to my room now and unpack."
"Hurry, then, Emma, supper is almost ready."
"Okay."
Emily watched her little sister skip across the room, holding as tight as she could to her small carpet bag, and slowly head upstairs.
/She's always so happy, so sweet, so innocent...she has never understood what happened./ Emily thought.
"How old is she?" came a voice from the couch.
Emily turned her head to face Erik.
"She's five. Almost six." Emily responded. "I'm sorry, did she wake you up?"
"No, no she did not."
"Good."
There was silence until a loud SMASH! from upstairs.
"Emma?! Are you okay?!" Emily yelled from downstairs.
"Yeah! But I think we might need a new lamp in my room!" Emma yelled down. Emily groaned and rolled her eyes. But of course she couldn't blame her sister. She had been the same way not to long ago. In fact, it was just yesterday afternoon she had dropped their last good china teacup.
Erik was laughing softly. Emily was about to remark that he must be feeling better but she then realized the smoke coming out of the kitchen.
"Oopes!" she shouted and ran in and took the frying pan off the stove as quickly as she could. She then waited for the now black strips of chicken to cool, then threw them away. She then started some eggs.
When she finally had an opportunity to walk back into the living room she groaned again. He had gotten Emma talking.
"-and then Abby told Hannah not to, but she did anyway, and she twisted her wrist really bad and had to go to a doctor but Abby didn't go with her because she had to go to work and noted that Emily didn't have a job yet and seemed mean about it so I told her that when Emily decided to she could have a better job then Abby but then I got in trouble and got put in a corner until Papa came home because Abby forgot to let me off the corner before she went to work, and then Hannah and I, because Hannah's wrist was a bit better, went and started to draw but then we lost our pencil and had to go ask Papa for one but he was reading and we didn't want to bother him so we went outside again and played until Abby came home and told us to come in and then she went upstairs and went to sleep without eating and-" it was there she took a breath.
"Emma?"
"Yes, Emily?"
"Take a breath more often."
Emma smiled. "Yes, Emily."
Erik was sitting up a bit and seemed to have been listening intently. Emily was grateful. Most of the time people would brush Emma off or say 'Children are meant to be seen, not heard'.
"Alright, it's time to eat." Emily said.
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The next chapter will be a bit longer and better, I just ran out of tings to say for this chapter. Please review. Thank those who already have reviewed.
Roses,
PhantomessAbigail
Thank you, also, T.P.P., for letting me know Erik was OCC. I sort of realized that after I put it up, but, well...I guess it's sort of my interpretation of how Erik was at the moment.
I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, and I do not know who does.
Anything within // are italics, mostly used for thought.
Anything within }{ is sung.
Please enjoy.
~
Chapter Three, Emma Lee Lamb
"I'm home! I'm back! I'm home!" came a cheery five-year-old voice running up to the door.
"Shhh, Emma!"
"Whose that?" Emma asked, once inside.
"I found him lying in an alley. He was nearly dead. Quiet now, he's asleep."
"Oh. Sorry."
Emma Lee was a cute little girl at the age of five-almost-six. She had golden blonde curls and big brown eyes. She was almost an exact copy of her big sister.
"How is Abby and Hannah?"
"They're good. I'm gonna go up to my room now and unpack."
"Hurry, then, Emma, supper is almost ready."
"Okay."
Emily watched her little sister skip across the room, holding as tight as she could to her small carpet bag, and slowly head upstairs.
/She's always so happy, so sweet, so innocent...she has never understood what happened./ Emily thought.
"How old is she?" came a voice from the couch.
Emily turned her head to face Erik.
"She's five. Almost six." Emily responded. "I'm sorry, did she wake you up?"
"No, no she did not."
"Good."
There was silence until a loud SMASH! from upstairs.
"Emma?! Are you okay?!" Emily yelled from downstairs.
"Yeah! But I think we might need a new lamp in my room!" Emma yelled down. Emily groaned and rolled her eyes. But of course she couldn't blame her sister. She had been the same way not to long ago. In fact, it was just yesterday afternoon she had dropped their last good china teacup.
Erik was laughing softly. Emily was about to remark that he must be feeling better but she then realized the smoke coming out of the kitchen.
"Oopes!" she shouted and ran in and took the frying pan off the stove as quickly as she could. She then waited for the now black strips of chicken to cool, then threw them away. She then started some eggs.
When she finally had an opportunity to walk back into the living room she groaned again. He had gotten Emma talking.
"-and then Abby told Hannah not to, but she did anyway, and she twisted her wrist really bad and had to go to a doctor but Abby didn't go with her because she had to go to work and noted that Emily didn't have a job yet and seemed mean about it so I told her that when Emily decided to she could have a better job then Abby but then I got in trouble and got put in a corner until Papa came home because Abby forgot to let me off the corner before she went to work, and then Hannah and I, because Hannah's wrist was a bit better, went and started to draw but then we lost our pencil and had to go ask Papa for one but he was reading and we didn't want to bother him so we went outside again and played until Abby came home and told us to come in and then she went upstairs and went to sleep without eating and-" it was there she took a breath.
"Emma?"
"Yes, Emily?"
"Take a breath more often."
Emma smiled. "Yes, Emily."
Erik was sitting up a bit and seemed to have been listening intently. Emily was grateful. Most of the time people would brush Emma off or say 'Children are meant to be seen, not heard'.
"Alright, it's time to eat." Emily said.
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The next chapter will be a bit longer and better, I just ran out of tings to say for this chapter. Please review. Thank those who already have reviewed.
Roses,
PhantomessAbigail