Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera, I own all characters although unamed aside from Erik.
This chapter is dedicated to Random, for being my first ever reviewer and a very good friend

Whoo, sorry this chapter took so long, I kept re writing the ending and decided that this one was the best out of them.

It's been a fun ride, I love the madness that is this fic, it's such a curse and such a blessing to write, and I hope that you all enjoyed it.

There may, or may not, be a sequel to this. I know exactly how to write one too, and it would be different, I can assure you :P, So if you're interested to figure out how the hell I could make something after this then please let me know :D

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I didn't look at him, averted my gaze and prayed to god he would not say a word.

I could almost hear his thoughts from the other side of the room, he was furious with me.

I turned away from him, so that I would not see what he did next.

The door to my bedroom suddenly swung open, I turned frantically, thinking he was leaving, but it was my mother.

"No!"

It did nothing in a split second, a lasso was around her throat and she gone. Gone forever.

I screamed at him, knowing this was not a good thing to do but needing to release my anger on someone.

I wished he would kill me, for I could not bring myself to hate him.

Never, I could never hate you Erik, I love you, I love him.

I need him.

My mother is in a better place, a better, and safer, place.

And Erik is with me, he is angry but he is with me.

I could almost dance, I want to cry, I want to break things and I want to create a masterpiece.

Why am I so confused?

Erik, help me!

He saved me before, he saved me, he saved me.

Madness.

Why isn't he moving? Why won't he help me? Why is he staring at her for?

She is gone.

She is past.

Erik?

He slips out the door, ignoring my cries of protest.

Come back to me Erik, do not leave me, I am scared!

I collapse on the floor, and see my mother. Cold and broken.

So cold.

I start to sob, heaving sobs that make my whole body shake, how could he do this?

How could he hurt her?

How could he?

I cry and I scream and I shout.

Come back Erik and make her alright.

Come back, I'm sorry, I won't love you.

Just don't leave me.

I fall asleep that way, a sudden thought fluttering through my mind and disappearing before I can grasp it.

Like a gentle breeze…

When did the madness become me? When did I loose my mind to the master…?

When I wake in the morning, I am alone.

Again.

Disappointment courses through me, like the blood in my veins.

Something's wrong. Out of place.

I'm not in my room, nor in my house.

It's so cold here, so white, so clean. It smells of peppermint… of peppermint and hospitals.

If I can remember what either of those things were, but there is none of that anymore. It's all about the music, it's all about Erik.

Erik.

I have to see him.

There is a glass window, and on the other side is my father, he is staring at me.

I haven't seen him for so long, he's frowning. Why?

Why is angry?

There is another man.

Why is this so confusing?

Why won't my mind work properly!

I start to scream now, hitting the walls hard with my fist.

"Where is Erik? Bring me Erik" I scream at them.

The flinch back and I wonder why.

I would not hurt them… they are my family.

They love me.

But I love Erik.

Erik needs me.

He loves me.

That's why he saved me.

That's why he gave me music.

I do the first thing, the only thing, that will bring my Erik to me, I sing, I sing loudly, I sing gracefully.

Hitting notes and raising my voice higher.

I can't see my family any more, I've close my eyes.

I've closed my eyes.

But I can hear them.

The door is opening and the sound of footsteps.

They grab my arm, but I don't stop. I won't stop, not until Erik comes.

Something hard, it's sharp, it hurts.

My eyes are blurry now, and the voices, so many voices.

So many voices.

The three figures outside the glass watch the girl struggling; watch her strain to keep singing.

The doctor standing with them shakes his head sadly, patting the other man on the shoulder.

He stares after his little girl, the one now unconscious and laying on the harsh white tables.

"Let's go visit your mother, she'll be looking forward to it' he said with a false cheerfulness.

He should have known, his eldest daughter was suffering, and he hadn't seen it. He didn't know why, what had driven her to the madness? What had made her attempt to kill her own mother?

He thanked heaven that his wife had survived, the doctors were surprised, and his beautiful little daughter had attempted to strangle her with a shoelace.

Then the police had come, the hearing had come and gone, and his daughter was tried for attempted murder.

If that was a shock, he soon learned his daughter was to be released from the prison sentence, under the grounds of mental instability.

His daughter was too far gone to even know who she was, and the only person she ever spoke of was a mysterious Erik.

The institute had assured him that his daughter was suffering a severe mental case and that 'Erik' did not exist.

He shook his head, and exited the building, two small children trailing behind him.

A figure brushed past them, hurriedly walking up the corridors, before urgently asking for a room number.

The dark cloaked figure pressed his fingers against the glass watching as they attempted to strap her to the table.

She struggled the whole time, screaming.

Then she paused.

Enough for them to get the straps tight enough.

They're hurting me! Stop hurting me!

I want to go home! Erik will be waiting for me!

I have to sing!

Let me go!

I promised.

I stop thrashing for a moment, something black in the corner of my eye.

I stare up, my eyes wide, my smile wider.

"Erik" I whisper.

Erik.

Wow, it's over sniff It's been fun. Please let me know what you think, I love feedback :D