Chapter 8:
Days turned into weeks and everything was patching itself up. The person who killed my mother had not been found, but I was moving past her death. I missed her, but I had a peace I had not had before. Erik and I kept seeing each other. Every night I meandered down to him. I continued lessons. We found that I have an ear for harmonization and would do well at a soprano two or alto part. My voice became stronger. I also took other lessons which I was fonder of then the singing ones. He taught me how to through a noose. I never thought I would ever need it, but I enjoyed it. I was good at it to. My braking point was when I caught him off guard and reminded him to always keep his hand at the level of his eyes.
My hand now adorned a simple gold ring, a symbol of us. We had no legal bonds, and who would marry the caretaker of the opera and the man responsible for the disaster that was still being cleaned from the floor? People called me "Madame Giry". Of coarse they didn't know who had given me the band, and they didn't want to.
Christine and Raoul were married. I attended, as I said I would and so did Erik, hiding in the shadows. In some ways, this was the greatest prank to have played on Raoul, for he did not know of my involvement with the Phantom of the Opera.
One bad thing has come out of my love for Erik. Jonathan has stuck around, like a little pest scrounging for garbage. Here I sit in my comfy armchair thinking about all these things, and something else, something life changing.
"Meg, you've been avoiding me," Jon said from the door of my room. His arms crossed in front of him.
"Of coarse Jon, its not that I haven't been busy." I rolled my eyes. I tried to maintain a calm appearance around him, when I wanted to kill the little rodent.
"You haven't changed your mind yet, about my proposal."
"No, see this ring," I held my hand in the air, "I'm taken"
"You were all mine when we were children, what happened?"
"You moved, and now you have changed. I don't think it will ever be the same Jon."
"Want to know what I think?"
"Not real…"
"Shut-up!" he snapped. What had happened to him? He had grown cold. "I think that this ring doesn't symbolize a thing. That you are 'married' to a ghost. He doesn't love you, and you can't love him because he doesn't exist."
I hurled a lamp at him, and got up to walk away, but he cornered me pushing me against the wall with his hands, and holding me there with his body.
"Jon stop!" I cried but with no avail. He pressed me harder.
"Well guess what Meg. I got a note from your little friend. Your Opera Ghost. He told me to leave you be, but I will not loose you, my Meg." He rubbed my hair. I had had enough. I kicked him, square between the legs and ran as he doubled over in pain. "Now, let it be war on you both!" I heard him scream as I went through the mirror, and down into the darkness.
