Erik had recently left the house to go out on some errands, he took Valerie with him, and leaving Christine bored. A little too bored for her own good. She got up from the couch where she laid reading Hamlet and went into Erik's music room. Christine reached behind a score of music and retrieved a key that she had just recently found out existed. She slowly went to his locked desk drawer and slid the key in. Christine turned it slowly and opened the drawer.
What she saw inside made her realize why the drawer was locked. It was filled with Erik's old journals. Even though some part of her said it was wrong, the other part said to look anyway. That was the part she followed.
Christine pulled out a journal dated 1870.
I have finally realized it, after all these years. My place is not with men, it is deep under the surface of the Earth, locked away with my music and my inventions. Men they only cause pain. I have decided to turn the lake of the fifth cellar into the greatest house in the world. Where men will never find me and it shall be guarded by every device that my mind can conjure. Including the torcher chamber that I once built in Persia. I dare say that indeed it shall be a tomb…a tomb for me to live out the rest of my days in. I shall never sleep on the surface of the Earth ever again. For men have no place for me, and no woman shall ever look upon me in love. I wait each day for death to come, but alas, it does not come soon enough. I will wait patiently and until then-----
"Christine!" A cold voice yelled. "Why on Earth are you reading that!"
Christine gasped. "Erik! Your home early!"
"Good thing too. Or else you would have discovered more secrets about me! Why Christine! WHY?"
Erik was filled with a rage that Christine had never seen before. She knew had temperament issues, but never like this. She backed into the chair, trying to hide from his anger.
"I-I'm Sorry…"She muttered weakly
"That doesn't change anything! Damn you! Damn you!"
Erik knocked the paper out of her hand and shoved it back into the drawer. Christine's fear soon turned to anger.
"If you didn't want me to read them then why did you keep them?" Christine yelled.
"I thought that bloody key would stop you!"
"Well maybe you should hide things better!"
Erik opened his mouth to say something, but he shut it just as quickly. All of the sudden he began to cry. Erik fell to his knees and sobbed. "I'm so sorry Christine!"
Christine stared at him in astonishment; his horrible mood swings were something she had never quite been able to adjust to. Christine lovingly placed a hand on his shoulder as a comfort, but he moved away from her.
"No Christine…. just leave me be."
"Eri—."
"No!" Erik yelled leaving the room, leaving Christine confused and afraid.
She had known somewhat about his past, but was there something more? The refusal of being able to look just made her want to know more. But then again… maybe she didn't want to know. What if Erik was worse than she thought? Would it damage their relationship? Resisting the urge that kept pulling at her, she left the room quickly, leaving the mystery of his past behind, for the time being.
"Mama? What happened? I have never seen Papa like that!" A little voice cried.
Christine paled. Valerie had been listening the whole time…
"Erm… nothing. Your Father is a little…. tense."
"Oh… all right." Valerie said, and then trotted off merrily in her ignorant childish bliss.
Christine sighed. "To be an ignorant child again…." She said softly before going up to Erik's room.