Chapter One: Like the Desperation Murmur of a Heartbeat
So far away,
I don't want to stay,
Get me outta here right now,
I just want to be free,
Is there a possibility?
Get me out of here right now,
This life like dream isn't for me
The sorrow burned down his throat like fine liquor. Nobody likes you, everybody left you, they're all out without you, having fun, the singsong of hateful words danced merrily through his mind over, over, and over again. He was going slowly mad as his thoughts were slowly choked off by anger and anguish; he had to do something! Anything to relieve some of the pressure behind his temples.
Reaching out almost blindly, his hand closed on the crystal decanter next to him. He stood and flung it against the wall in a fluid motion, savoring the crash it made as it disintegrated into a thousand shining pieces. The glass followed the decanter, and the table followed the glass.
Within moments the room was in shambles, and Erik reveled in the bruises that were forming as he flung himself against the walls and shelves. Bleed the pain away, his thought hysterically while he beat his fists against the vile full-length mirror he had bought solely for Christine's use.
He paid no attention to the crunching of glass imbedded in his hands; Nobody likes you, everybody left, they're all out without you, having fun.
Turning mechanically, his blood-shot eyes came to rest of the organ. Just the sight of it brought Christine's voice back to his mind.
Angel of Music, you deceived me!
He reached out and wrapped his graceful, red fingers around the iron poker next to the fireplace as he strode towards the hateful instrument.
Say you love me, her treacherous voice purred. It seemed almost to be coming from the organ itself.
"You little lying Delilah," he growled softly, raising the poker. "I DID!"
He brought the weapon down with all the force he possessed and smiled maniacally at the dying wail that went up as the body of the organ crunched beneath his attack.
Erik was exhausted when he finally entered his workshop; his hands leaving a bloody trail on the Persian carpets. He cast a scornful eye over the various trinkets and prototypes. His life was nothing; so let his inventions go the same route. Wielding the poker like a club, Erik moved into the room with a snarl and swung. The thousand little manifestations of his ideas crumbled instantly in the face of his anger.
Nobody likes you, everybody left you, they're all out without you, having fun!
The singing voice came from behind him now and Erik turned and swung with renewed strength desperate to silence its hateful words. Somewhere in the depths of his mind, in a place where sanity still lingered, Erik suddenly remembered what he was about to attack. But the internal warning came far too late; his arms shook with the impact of metal on metal.
And then everything went white, and blessedly silent.
To Be Continued…