Silence had folded its strong hands around the two of us. I dared not say a word. Such a simple thing had stirred our emotions so quickly. Did I like it when he touched me? The thought of me savoring that man's touch sickened me. Yes I am grateful he is tending to my wounds and taking care of me, but that doesn't change the fact that he is a stubborn man with a fierce temper. I sat for a moment to ponder these things, but quickly grew sick of the quiet. I would talk to anyone at the moment, even him.
I slowly forced my body upward using my hands and legs. I then realized how weak my mussels were. My whole body tingled.
The state of my weakness frustrates me. I am sick and tired of lying down. It had been so many days since I had seen light. I just wanted to scream. I walked slowly waving my hands in front of me and patting my feet on the ground. When my hands hit something I slowly stepped to the left until the path was clear. I had even made my way out of the room before I heard the man shout, "Watch out!" before I tripped over a step and came falling to the ground.
I grumbled as he came to me trying to pull me up by my arms, I shook his arm away. "I don't need your help," I spat.
"Yes I can see that," he said, mocking me.
I turned my face as far away from the sound of his voice as I could.
"How old are you child?" he asked me.
My lip curled in disgust. "I'm not a child," I argued. I now felt downgraded to age two.
"Hmm, I'm guessing you're about sixteen or seventeen." He commented. I nearly took that as a compliment.
"About," I agreed not bothering to correct him.
"Can you sing?" he asked as I stood up.
Why did it matter to him? "No," I said. The truth is I can reach very high notes easily, but it is nothing compared to Christine Daee's talent.
"Can I hear?" he asked.
"No," I snapped. I didn't want him hear my voice and make sport of it.
"I could teach you," he offered. I wasn't warmed by the offer. His cold voice still sent chills down my spine.
"Why?" I asked.
"What else do you have to do?" he said. He had a good point.
I shrugged. He was right. I had nothing better to do. He gently took my hands and started to guide me forward. I cursed at my body for tingling with urge. His hands were so very large. I could even feel muscles in his thumb. My sudden desire only strengthened my rage. It continues to infuriate me that whenever he is in breathing distance of me my conscience disappears. None of this changed the fact that I still utterly loathed him.
"Now," he said shoving my shoulders down and causing me to sit on a bench. "Try to hit this note." An unbelievably high pitched scream escaped some type of instrument. Was it a piano? I crossed my arms and began to laugh. He must be kidding. I had never heard such a note mouthed by a single walking person.
"Fine, try this," he said giving me a slightly lower, yet still painfully high note.
"Um, I'm not sure who you think I am, but I'm positive that whoever I may be, it's definitely not an opera diva." I said shaking my head.
"You could at least try," he said in his raspy angry voice.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "You'll laugh at me," I nearly shouted.
He sighed as well. "Fine, If you try I promise I won't laugh at you," he said almost mechanically
I bit my lip before he hit the same key again and braced myself. I opened my mouth and was surprised to find I actually reached the note. When my confidence began to soar it soon came crashing down as my voice broke with a loud screech.
"Told you so," I moaned. I waited a moment for him to reply, but heard no movement.
"Um are you there?" I asked, but was interrupted by a cold finger catching me off guard and brushing my neck. I yelped out in surprise. It was an immediate reaction that I now regret, realizing of course, that he had been behind it.
"That scream was pretty high pitched. Perhaps you've been holding back." He said.
"Why you," I yelled. "You did that on purpose!" I swung my hands around in an attempt to strike him, but he dodged my blows. The room filled with his cold laughter. The entire time he had only touched me to catch me off guard and prove his point.
"It's good to be angry sometimes. You can use your emotions. I can teach you how to do that as well, but you must realize that you have more potential then you think." He said.
I narrowed my useless eyes in anger and shot a nasty scowl at him.
"What do you know of any of these things?" I asked.
"Enough." He said sitting next to me.
"I'd like to see you try and hit that note." I teased. I knew by the tone of his speaking voice he had to be an alto.
He only laughed. "I'm sure you would much rather hear this," he said playing what had to be the lowest note. He sang the note perfectly in tune. Not one scratch escaped his voice. With that single note parting his lips I believe I actually grew wings. His voice was like a quire of angels. It was as if the gates of heaven had opened to shine blinding light on my face. I could nearly feel the warmth. .
"It's beautiful," I mouthed. I could no longer hold the dreamy gaze my face began to form. I had never heard such a sound. Christine was nothing compared to this man. Surely he had to be an angel.
A huge hand reached for mine and placed it upon his throat to allow me to feel the vibration of his voice. My eyes slowly fluttered closed. I no longer knew who I was or why I was here, but none of that mattered now. The music gave me everything I ever wanted. My eyes burst open with tears as I opened my mouth and gasped for air. My ears had never allowed me to hear such a sound. It is as if each sound I have ever heard till now has been a lie. My ears have truly been opened.