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Chapter 7:

Everything had gone wrong. My mother was gone, murdered. Jon, someone who I considered my friend took advantage of me, of my friendship. As kids he was the smart one. There was something drastically wrong about him. Tears flowed freely as I shook. How? Someone came from behind me and brought me to my feet, embracing me. Erik. I cried into him, clutching him. His strong hands comforted me,

"Megan, Megan," he sang. His hands cupped my face and his thumbs wiped the tears rolling down my cheeks. I smiled a rueful smile and continued to cry. "You are hurt, more deeply than one could know. Sorrow will pass. Life will go on and you must let it." I pushed my face against him and he began to gently rub my back. He had no idea how I wanted his words to be true.

"I'm frightened," was all I could manage to say. He held me tighter, "Don't let go."

"Nighttime sharpens

heightens each depression.

Pain, it stirs

and wakes unpleasant nature.

Silently the senses

abandon their defenses.

Slowly, gently

night unfurls its solace.

Grasp it, sense it,

wonderful and tender.

Turn your face away

from the horrors of this day,

Turn your thoughts away

from cold, inhuman hurt.

Take comfort in the music of the night.

Close your eyes and surrender, to go past this hate.

Put your thoughts of this suffering behind.

Close your eyes,

let your spirit start to soar.

And you'll live as you wished to live before."

He continued and I stood their, mesmerized by his voice. I looked at his eyes and found a joy I had never seen before. He became louder and I sank down to the bed. Everything he sang helped me cope with what I had faced that night. I felt a settling feeling.

"You, again, can make your soul take flight.

I'll help you find your music of the night…"

One note he held forever, longingly and beautiful. I reached out my hand and pulled him towards me. My lips brushed his and I feel into his caressing. My hand reached up and removed his mask. He pulled back sharply. I had seen his face before, but now, it did not matter. I placed my hand on his deformed face and pulled him back. I lay down on my bed as we kissed. That was the night, the night that took us past the point of no return.