Hey guys thanks for reading my story, wonder if your gonna like it? Hmmm we shall have to see! (It's my first fanfic, please be kind)
Disclaimer: Nope I don't own all of this wonderfulness (wish I did though)
Prologue
The rain poured down in droves. The air had been thick with rain all week, but the day of Charles Daae's funeral it seemed as if the heavens open up mourning for the loss. It was then the girl knew she was alone in the world, with no mother, and now no father. She had been abandoned.
It wasn't as if she wasn't used to being alone, at the tender age of eight her dear mother had died, leaving a hole in the girl's, and her father's heart. After the funeral her father wouldn't eat, or sleep, and worst of all wouldn't look or speak to his lonely daughter. Charles locked himself in his room for a week not caring about the little girl. It seemed that for the first week after the funeral, everyday the little girl would run up to her Father's door screaming, crying, begging for him to come out, to save her from her misery. But he stayed in his room; entranced in the memories he had with his wife.
The girl was sure that if not for the Antoinette Giry her father never would have come out. It was a week after the funeral that Antoinette came to check on the little family. She was appalled to see the usually spotless home in a horrid mess. Walking up the stairs she saw a shape sleeping right next the master bedroom door, carefully lifting the blanket she saw a battered looking Christine, face red, puffy, and tear-streaked with her fingernails streaked with blood. It seemed the girl was so desperate to see her father she tried to claw her way into his room. Antoinette carried the sleeping girl into her room, and tucked her in, quietly closing the door behind her. Antoinette had never been this angry in her life. How could Charles neglect Christine like that? The poor girl looked as if she had nothing to eat all week. How could he be so selfish in just thinking of his own loss, and not Christine's too? They should be mourning together, he should not be bringing her more pain by locking her out.
She banged on the door waiting for an answer. She listened for any sign of movement that would signal the man hadn't committed suicide. When she heard a rustle, she started lecturing about what proper childcare was, and then told him and what his daughter had been doing for the past week. She heard the rustle again, and soft sobbing sound. Slowly the door opened, and Charles Daae, once so strong, looked as if he was a member of the living dead. He had lost about 20 pounds, his tall frame looked so small because he was hunched over, his handsome face looked thin, and pale, and those once sparkling eyes once so full of life, were dull, and blank. She gasped when she first saw him; this was not the Charles she knew.
With tears in his eyes he said wearily, "I know what my daughter has been doing." And with that he showed the mass of letters his daughter had written. Pictures, and notes filled with love, asking if he was mad at her, telling him she would love him forever, and saying how much she missed him and mommy. Antoinette said only one simple thing, which saved Charles's life, "She needs you."
After awhile the little family became happy again, Christine had her father back, and Charles his life. Christine grew into a beautiful young women, with blonde curls, and crystal blue eyes. They moved around a lot but Christine always had her father and Meg. She and Meg would write back and forth. Everything was perfect, he would travel with the Orchestra, and Christine would come along. Their days were always filled with music and laughter. But life has a funny way of coming along and slapping you in the face sometimes
On the dawn of her eighteenth birthday, Christine got slapped. It was a cool, August morning it had just rained. Charles was on his way to get Christine's birthday present, when a car appeared out on the wrong side of the road, he swerved to miss the car, but it was too late, the cars collided too fast, only one surviver was left.
The funeral was a small gathering. Mrs. Giry flew out from New York to help make the necessary arrangements; Christine's mother and father were buried next to each other in the family burial plot in Maine. It rained all day long, and it was the right mood for Christine. Mrs. Giry, and Meg convinced Christine to move to New York with them. She accepted, because Mrs. Giry saved her father's life once, maybe she could save hers.
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