Yeah this one is kind of short... but anyway, it's really dramatic... I like it.. Oh, and I have the next xhappie, but you're gonna have to wait until tomorrow before I post it! HaHa! I think I need to leave you guys really hanging for a day or two... LOL (Smiles evilly and rubs hands together)

Ok, I added a few entires to Anna's diary to make tia a little longer, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera, I just own Anna


August 4, 2005.

Dear Diary,

I think I have gone insane. Either that, or I was dreaming all day today. My reason for this thought is this: I met THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA! Yes, the actual one! Erik, the one I have dreamed of and loved for as long as I can remember! He just... came into my room. He says he was frozen or something, and escaped a lab full of scientists. Kinda crazy, huh? I believe him, though, since it's crazy enough that he was even here. He sang to me, and his voice was just as I imagined it... amazing. I long so badly to tell him how much I love him, but I don't want to scare him...

August 5, 2005,

Erik came again today, and he KISSED ME! I can't believe it! He actually did! On my cheek, MINE! I almost melted on the spot!

August 6, 2005,

Today is not so good of a day. Ok, it's horrible! Last night, I learned that my parents... died in a car accident. I wouldn't have believed that if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes on the news. I don't think I would be here right now if it weren't for Erik. Speaking of him, I haven't seen him at all today! I wonder where he is...

November 3, 2005

Sorry I haven't been writing, but I've been busy. I still haven't seen Erik, and I think he has, well, abandoned me. It has, after all, been months, and I haven't seen him at all. I wonder if, maybe it all was a dream... Also, aunt Stacie hasn't been paying attention to me at all. It's a bit weird, actually.

November 20, 2005,

Ok, I'm really staring to wonder what happened to Erik. Where is he? I haven't seen him in months! I really, really think he left me, but why? Why would he abandon me? I think it might be because he's scared to love another person after what happened with Christine Daae. That might be it, though I'm in no position to assume, really. But, if that is the case, I wish he would have told me, instead of leaving me here, alone...

January 7, 2006,

I still haven't seen Erik, and I'm worried about him. He doesn't know anyone here, in this time and place. What if he was captured by another traveling circus? What if, right now, he is being beaten and forced to show his face to hundreds of laughing and tormenting people? Oh, I hope he's okay, wherever -or whenever, if he somehow got back to 1861- he is. Even if he somehow found another girl that he fell in love with (for it is entirely possible that he was just being polite when he sang me to sleep and kissed me on the cheek), I just want him to be happy.

Erik flipped through about fifty more pages, stopping on a long one written in a shaky hand:

December 25, 2008,

I have never felt so alone. I feel as if the darkness of despair is steadily consuming me. All of my friends have pulled away, and my aunt still doesn't even spend time with me. I haven't the heart to send her packing, though. I am sure that my dreams of Erik are also helping me along the road to despair, for they fill me with woe, and sadness.

Actually, they are alright, for a little bit. He is there, are I can see him in my mind's eye. He sings to me, and I can hear his voice in my head. But then, he reaches out to hold me, and all I feel is air. That's when I realize that his voice is only in my head, and his body is only in my mind. I cannot really see him when he comes into my room, nor can I really hear him when he speaks. Worst of all, I cannot feel him when he holds me... or puts his lips to mine.

I know that those days, years ago, were only dreams, yet I wish they were real. They felt so real, but they can't have been. I wrote a dream down in my diary years ago, not an experience. However, I will never throw those pages away, for they are my only source of hope.

But how helpful is this hope, I wonder...?

Erik put the diary down with a shaky hand. His poor, poor Anna! What had happened to her during those years he had been gone? What had fate dealt her? He knew that he had to save her from her despair...

Erik heard the front door to the house open, and hid inside Anna's closet. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, as all of her clothes in there were black.

Anna entered her room and threw her black backpack on her black bed, and Erik barely kept from crying aloud. Her hair had been dyed jet black, and her nails were black. As for her face, it was lighter (by a little bit, no bleaching or anything), and her eyes were like round pools of darkness.

Anna immediately saw that someone had been in her room, and began looking for clues to who it might have been, since her aunt never approached her room. Erik recognized these signs of fear (disguised as rage), for he had also tried to conceal his emotions by making them look like anger, just like he did in the lab on his first day in 2005. After taking a deep breath, he opened the door of the closet and stepped into view.

"Anna," he breathed, his arms extended in front of him. Anna looked at him, and for a second her eyes were filled with that familiar longing sparkle. That moment soon passed, and her eyes became full of hate instead.

"You! What are you doing here?" she snarled, her eyes burning holes in Erik's gut (metaphorically).

"Anna, what has happened to you? You're... different. Why all this black?" Erik was trying to get Anna to answer and recognize him, even though he knew all of the answers to his questions.

"No! Don't even speak! Don't say a single word! You're just here to make me feel good for a little bit, but you're not real! And even if you were real long ago, you're not coming back! You left me, and you're never going to come back! So don't even try to sing to me, or give me those beautiful eyes, because I know that they aren't real, and it's all in my mind!" Anna had gone quite mad now, and was shouting at the top of her lungs.

"Anna, listen to me-"

"No! You're not coming back! I know you aren't! So go away, and never enter my mind again! Go! Go NOW!" Anna turned on her heel and stood facing the wall, her arms crossed in front of her.


Ooh, intense, huh? Like a soap opera... Anyway, roview, and tell me if my story is too short, or if you like it the way it is. I think I might finish this story tonight, because I'm just awake again and I have nothing else to do and I like writing! But I'll change it and make it longer if you guys think it's too short