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Chapter 8
Guilt
It was a warm day in the summer. I can still remember hearing the ocean waves in the distance. There I was sitting under the old oak tree where my dad and me would play. I remember this place; I must have only been five or six when we came here. There was my father sitting next to me with his violin.
"Dad, when I'm a big girl, can I go and sing in the Opera?" I remember asking him this.
"My dear Christine, you can't sing in the Opera!" He said I was too good, that I could sing with the angles in heaven.
"Am I not good enough daddy?" I teased.
"Of course your not!" I was shocked "You killed me Christine! It's your fault that I am dead!"
"Daddy, no I didn't want you to die!"
"Murder!" He grabbed my shoulders.
"Daddy, Please!" I said, tears streaming down my face.
"Now it's your turn Christine, I am going to kill you!" He pulled out a rope and tied it around my neck
"Daddy, NO NO!"
"CHRISTINE! CHRISTINE! Wake up, WAKE UP!" I could feel Aunt Annie shaking me as my eyes opened. "Christine are you okay?" I collapsed into her arms and started sobbing my way through the dream as she stroked my hair. "Christine it is not your fault that your father died! You didn't decide to drive drunk."
"But it is my fault Aunt Annie, he was going to buy MY birthday present, that I bugged him to buy, if he wouldn't have been on the road, he would still be alive."
"Christine, how can you blame yourself for someone else's mistake. Your father would have gone anyway. He spoiled you rotten. He loved you more than anything in this world. He loved you more then money, more then music. You even told me he wouldn't let you go with him in the car to pick up your present. Sometimes people can sense when it's their time to go, his love for you saved your life. How can you doubt his love for you?" She sighed and continued, "I should have told you this story a long time ago but after your mother's death, your father locked himself in his room for days. Do you remember?"
"Not really. I can't remember a lot from that time." I said, grabbing a tissue.
"Well you had written him letter after letter, expressing your love for him."
"But, it was you who saved him, not me"
"Christine, I walked him to your room and said 'She needs you', I did nothing else. It was you who saved him, not me." She said hugging me.
"Thank you for telling me" I said while wiping my tears and sniffing my nose. I could feel another set of arms encircle me. I guess I had awoken Meg too.
"Well since it's 4:30, and we're all up," Aunt Annie said while Meg and I laughed. "I suggest we get ready a little early and go out for breakfast." Meg and I smiled, and nodded our heads while Aunt Annie said, "Alright we are all agreed. I'll see you girls in half an hour ready to head out the door." With that Meg and I scrambled to get a shower, get dressed, do our make up and hair. Soon all three of us were ready to go to the diner down the street for breakfast. We walked down the street arm in arm, smelling the sweetness in the air from the rain, and I decided life in New York wasn't that bad, as long as I had my family, and a certain masked painter.
A/N Was that a good chapter? It was going to be about Christine succumbing to Raoul's charms, but then I changed my mind. Do you guys like the name Aunt Annie? Would you really call someone who was really close to you Aunt Antoinette? It's funny to think of Madame Giry as Aunt Annie lol! REVIEW! Please?