Chapter 6:
I made my way back into my room under the cover of darkness. The opera house was silent and pitch-black. It was odd that I had not caught my mother lurking in the hallways. About to open my door I stopped and decided to visit my mother. It was time to tell her. Her door was open and I slowly nudged it further. There, my mother lay on the floor, motionless. I screamed and ran to her side.
Drama ensued, but I knelt by he in a state of incoherent shock. Blurs passed me uttering sounds which I could not comprehend, nor could I recognize the speakers. Time passed on and I still crouched at, dry eyed. A hand touched my sholder and awakened me.
"Meg, are you alright? I'm so sorry." A soft voice said. I looked up into the teary eyed face of Christine. Moonlight was sifting through the windows. "Meg?" She shook me gently. I looked down, my mother's body was gone.
"What happened?" I whispered eyes wide.
"We think your mother was killed, Meg." A man's voice said from behind me. Raoul stood there, a piece of parchment in his hand. "We found a cup of water laced with foam, poison."
I got off my knees and sat holding my legs to my chest. "Who would kill my mother?" I asked rocking back and forth. I had not family left. She raised me. How crewel could someone be to kill her?
"Meg, I know how you feel. She was like a mother to me. All of us will miss her." Christine said embracing me and I fell into her, shaking. Tears did not come. I wanted them to, but they held back.
Raoul came placed a hand on my shoulder. "I have her Will with me. Monsieur Andre thought that I should give it to you." He handed me the papers as he spoke. I took them and opened the Will.
This is the last will and testament of Madame Evaline Giry. I appoint my daughter, Meg Giry, as the primary caretaker of this Opera House. All of my personal possessions are to be left to Meg and Christine Daae. I will my salary and the set pieces to Erik, whom designed and built each and everyone that I had gotten credit for. Both Meg and Erik, though they have never formally met will be the beneficiaries to this opera populare.
Evaline Giry
I folded it back up and held it in my hand. Raoul knelt beside me and spoke, "Who is Erik, Meg?"
"I remember something. Your mother always came in with drawings of set designs, and set pieces miraculously were finished. She always said they were hers and that many a night she stayed and worked on the set, but none of that was true. Who is he?" Christine chimed in. Someone in the distance called Raoul and he left.
"It's him Christine, The Phantom of the Opera. He designed it all and helped to build it. He has a lot of time on his hands." I responded toneless. She looked at me wide eyed and frowned.
"I told you not to go to him!" she scolded.
I smiled, for the first time in a while, "I love him." She looked at me and shook her head. Raoul called her and surprisingly, she smiled at me before she left. Somehow I felt better, but not much better. How do you cope with someone murdering one you love?
Slowly, I got up and walked to the roof. Snow was falling on me and I looked up letting the snow land on my nose. A slight wind picked up and I felt something attach itself to my neck. I looked down and rubbed my fingers across a black ribbon. I attached it in bow around my neck.
"Little Meg?" Someone called from behind me. I turned and saw a blue eyed man.
"Jonathan!" I screamed, and ran to him. He wrapped his arms around me. "I missed you, Jon."
"I missed you too, Meg." Jonathan and I had been childhood friends, much like Christine and Raoul. He was the one who kissed me for the first time, when we were ten. He moved, but we still wrote.
We hugged long, too long. He slid his hand lower down my back and moved my hair aside to nuzzle his lips against my neck. "Stop, Jon." I tried to push him away but he held on hard. "NO!" I yelled as he tried to slide his hand up my shirt. "What are you doing, Jon!"
"Meg, we haven't seen each other in nine years. I thought…"
"You thought wrong. We ended when you left."
"But Meg, I need you, you don't know what its been like."
"I don't love you, you've changed."
"I have changed Meg, but I came back to ask you to marry me."
"No! I don't love you and I never will, we are friends, best friends. Anyway, my mother would never approve." She never liked him anyways. He was always so…disturbing.
"Your mother is dead, get that through your mind!" He yelled. He had never yelled at me before.
"I don't love you, Jon. Get that through your head!" I screamed back and ran off the roof crying. My room was charcoal black as I flopped myself onto the bed and wept.
