You Must Trust Me
I followed Erik down to his lair. He kept looking at me strangely and didn't move towards the organ as he usually did. I stood there uncomfortably staring at my shoes. Ever sense he placed his hands on my arms I have felt so flustered and confused. Why am I acting this way? I looked back up to see that he had stepped in front of me.
"Why did you call me Erik back at the mirror?" I can't believe I let it slip out! How do I explain this without telling him the truth? I shifted my weight onto my right foot.
"Well, I, um, just thought that you looked like an Erik. How do you like the name? It's a very nice name I think. Not too common but not too unusual. Also..." He cut off my rambling before I could embarrass myself anymore.
"I do like the name, but I don't believe that you just, all of a sudden, gave me a name. There must be some reason as to why you called me Erik." I should have known that he wouldn't believe me! I don't want to scare him if I tell him the truth. Of course, what do I have to lose? I can't keep the truth from him forever. I led him over to the organ bench and looked him in the eyes. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Erik must have seen my hesitation because he gently raked a finger down the side of my face.
"Come on, you can tell me anything, Rachel." Oh, this is so hard! Come on, Rachel, you can do it!
"Well, you know that picture of the little girl with you when you were younger? Well, I know this is hard to believe, but that little girl is me." His eyes got really big and he slowly took his hand out of mine.
"You see, you moved into the house next to mine when we were younger. Some men came and took you away, though, when you were twelve and we never saw each other again until now. All of those dreams that you have been having are really flash backs because I can recall each one that you've told me." He just sat there staring at me as if I were some insane person. I couldn't stand the silence. "You must have something to say, Erik." He stood up and picked up the picture on the organ. He glanced down at it and then looked back up at me.
"Why should I believe you? I haven't know anything about my past and then, all of a sudden, one woman shows up and I suddenly learn about my life?How do I not know that you are just angry about all of those letters that I sent to Miss Sherry and this is your way of revenge?I just don't understand any of this, Rachel." I could tell that he was in such confusion and knowing that I had put him in it made me feel all the more guilty.
"I don't know how I can make you believe me, but I am telling you the truth. I remember everything about you. You loved the piano. Your mother had one and you taught yourself how to play. We used to sing together and we even had our one special song that we sang together."
"The face I see when I look at you.
The love we share is something true.
Time will never break you and me.
For we are true friends, can't you see?
Believe that I will be there for you.
For I know that you will be there for me, too."
I finished singing as he sat back down onto the bench. He looked at me for a long time before speaking.
"That's the same tune that is always in me dreams. How would you know it when I have never told anyone before?"
"I know because you and me share the same past. We sang that song together when we were younger. Please, you must trust me on this. I have been wanting to tell you since I saw you up in Box 5, but I knew that this would be how you would react. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you, Erik."
"Okay, before I actually except all of this, please do not call me Erik. I am still Angel to you, understand?" I nodded my head and he placed the picture of us back onto the organ. He walked towards the boat and motioned for me to follow.
"You must excuse me for tonight, but I think it best that you leave. I must think everything over and let it sink in properly." I felt a tear slowly glide down my cheek as I sat in the boat. I shouldn't have told you. I was starting to become your friend again, but now you can't even stand to be in the same room with me! We reached the end of the lake and walked up to the mirror. I slid back the glass and was about to step inside when I felt his hand grab my wrist. I turned to face him and saw that his eyes were full of anger.
"I know you were so worried about Miss Sherry and Carlotta's safety, but I assure you that they will pay!" With that said, he pushed me into my room and shut the mirror behind me.
The next day was our free day. We didn't have any rehearsals because Firmin and Andre' were trying to pick out the next opera. I was sitting in the dining room with Meg. We were eating our lunch. One of the chorus boys walked by and Meg turned to me with a huge smile.
"Did you see him, Rachel? That is Tom Stevens, the new edition to the chorus. He is extremely dashing and handsome, don't you think?" I hadn't even really looked at him, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings.
"Oh, yes, he is very handsome." I couldn't seem to take my mind off of Erik. He had seemed so confused and scared. Meg began to wave her hand in my face.
"Did you not hear me, Rachel?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, what did you say?" She rolled her eyes and shook her finger in my face.
"Don't day dream because you just sit there with your mouth wide open. As I was saying, here come Carlotta and Miss Sherry. Now, don't let them bring you down. You are so much better than them." Miss Sherry and Carlotta reached our table.
"Hello, Meg, it's nice to see you again."
"Hello, Miss Sherry, how are you on this fine day?" I heard Meg add "you little witch" at the end very quietly. Miss Sherry must have heard it, too, because she sort of gave Meg an evil glare after that. Carlotta then turned to me and smiled.
"So, I see you didn't drown from that little down pour the other night. I know I would have died from embarrassment."
"Well, you aren't me." Miss Sherry bent down so she could whisper in my ear.
"So, where is your little Phantom now, Rachel? He hasn't come to your rescue like his scary little letter said he would. Could it be that he has pity on you?" She stood back up and smiled at me and Meg.
"Well, I suppose we'll see you both tomorrow at rehearsals." They both walked away and Meg turned to me.
"They are both immature, Rachel. They are just jealous because you can sing so much better than they can."
"Yes, I guess you're right." I was starting to wonder if I was really supposed to be here at the Opera House.
(Author's Note: I know it's a little short, but oh well! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I have been busy with homework. The song that she sings is one I made up, so that's why it's kind of lame. Anyway, don't forget to review and tell me what you guys think!)
