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Chapter Seven: Removal Equals Death
Meg entered the lair and ran into her bedroom. She lay down in the bed and cried into her pillow. Erik came in and knelt down beside the bed.
"Meg, what's wrong?" he asked concerned. She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder.
"Maman…she…," she said through tears.
"What about your mother?" She let go and looked straight into his eyes, tears still running down her pale cheeks.
"Maman, she is dead. She died in the fire." Erik was saddened to hear this. Marie was the only one who looked upon him with no fear. She had saved him from the gypsies, and he killed her. Only if he hadn't been so stubborn to go and cut the chandelier. Meg held on to him again and this time he did the same.
"I'm so sorry, Meg. This is my entire fault. If it weren't for me, she would still be alive. I'm so sorry," he whispered. They stayed in that position for several minutes, each crying silent tears. Megs' weight on his shoulder increased. He knew she had cried herself to sleep. He picked her up and placed her into the bed, then walked to his organ and started to compose a soft, sad tune.
Meg woke up hours later, still remembering the haunting dreams she had of her mother. She had no one now, except for Erik, yet he wanted nothing to do with her. Meg crept out of her room and went to the room that she had danced in the day before. She danced for hours, releasing all her emotions. When she had used up all her energy and her eyes were dry did she stop. She walked to the main room only to find it surprisingly empty. Where was Erik? She headed back to her room and noticed that Eriks door was left ajar. Finding her chance to explore, she went to the door. She peeked inside and saw a hunched figure sleeping at a desk. It was Erik. She opened the door and walked in. The room was dark and had a few candles lit. In the room there was a dresser, a desk, and a coffin. 'Did Erik sleep in a coffin?' Meg walked over to Erik and looked at the desk. There were papers scattered everywhere on its surface, all of them being compositions. He must have written them. Erik was still wearing his mask. It looked so uncomfortable. Meg reached out and took his mask off. His deformity wasn't as bad as people said it was. It just looked as if he had been burnt on the right side of his face. Meg traced the right side of his face with her finger when suddenly, a hand snatched her wrist in a tight grip. Erik was awake now and stood up, towering over Meg.
"What do you think you are doing?" he asked, harshly, tightening his grip. Meg cried out in pain. "Come to see the monster, have you? I don't believe you have paid your fee."
"I only came looking for you. I saw you sleeping at your desk and your mask was still on. It looked so uncomfortable so I took it off," she said nervously.
"You shouldn't have taken it off. You will pay dearly," he said coldly.
"Erik, your face isn't all that bad. It doesn't matter what you look like, it's only what's inside that counts, and so far, I believe you are an understanding man." Her words angered Erik even more.
"You think I'm understanding? I'll show you how understanding I really am!" Erik dragged Meg to her room and threw her in.
"You will never see the light of day again! I hope you enjoy your night, because this is your last," he said slamming the door and locking it. Meg ran to her bed and cried. She was so scared. Erik was going to kill her, she knew it. 'Why did I have to go into his room? Why did I take off his mask?' Meg didn't fall asleep that night. It wasn't until she heard the door unlocking did she know it was morning. Erik was coming for her.
Terrible chapter, I know. I'm trying my best to come up with ideas for this story. Please give it a chance. I will update again soon. What do you think should happen next? I need some opinions and criticism is welcome. Please review!