Chappie 3: Reunion

I got to sleep for an hour before I woke up again. I went to look around the largest opera house. It was beautiful. The stage was just as people had interpreted it; well-lit, due to the performance that night (they hadn't put the candles out yet) and the sets were extravagant! It was an older play but, none the less, gorgeous.

I went back out to the grand foyer and walked down the stair case as if I were the diva, welcoming her fans. It was silly and I laughed quietly to myself. I stepped down and walked to the left where there were arrows pointing the direction of the chapel. I chose to follow them and find out where I could go as my personal cove.

I arrived fairly quickly and saw that there was a lovely stained-glass window and an angel mural. There were also candles to respect the dead. I decided I might put a family portrait up and circle my parents; even thought they're not dead, they didn't notice me anymore.

"What are you doing here?" I heard a male voice say from behind. It was the boy! I think he noticed it was me as well. "We meet again."

"Yes, we do." I looked down at my feet and saw his come up next to mine.

"Thank you."

I looked back up at his eyes; they were so enchanting and entrancing. I had always wished for the kind of eyes he was blessed with. "For what?"

He, I think, smiled and replied. "For saving me. You distracted the guard long enough todraw attention to you andin time for me tokill him."

"You killed him?" I was frightened that he might kill me but he reassured me that he wouldn't. "So, who brought you here?"

"An older girl by the name of Antoinette. Antoinette Giry. She was the girl who looked the same as you; sad." He started to scratch his sack.

"Why do you wear that thing?" he stared at me blankly.

"Did you not see the scars?" I could tell that he had the same level I.Q. as me...or higher.

"Yes, but so what?"

"Society isn't like you...what was your name again?"

"Lillian. I like to be called Lily though."

"I'm Erik. Nobody has called me that for a long time though. I was referred to as the 'Devils' Child' or 'the monster.' It hurts." He started to cry but quickly stopped, as he realized I was there.

"I understand. My parents abandoned me a couple months ago when my...whatever you call it," he started to laugh, "came into my home. It hurt me so bad,Ialmost drowned - "

"Wait, you drowned? You drowned yourself?"

I looked at him as if he were crazy. "Are you talking to a ghost?" He reached over and touched my hand.

"Obviously not."

I tried to continue our little conversation, "Ok, I almost drowned, I would have if my maid wouldn't have come in a pulled me out, but I ran because it was is I didn't have any parents at all."

Erik looked into my eyes and we saw the same thing in each other; misery. "My mother abandoned me as well. Once she saw that I was scared and I was old enough, she sold me to the gypsies. I don't like talking about it." I could tell already because he started to cry again.

"Well, Erik, where are you staying? Are you now a dancer or singer?" He looked at me confusedly.

"I...neither. I live under the ground in the cellars." I was even more drawn to him than with his eyes.

"So, you do live here?"

"Yes." I could tell that I would be seeing him again.

"5, 6, 7, 8." Mlle. Giry was now the instructor of ballet. Even though she was only 15, I learned, she was still the daughter of the late Mme. Giry, she was very advanced.

We started the basics of dance and ballet and it was harder than I thought it would be. I was, what she considered, advanced and she was very proud because I would be helping her in the next months. She would start becoming heavy with her young and I would have to help with class.

"No, Mel, you've got your pirouette all wrong." She went over there and helped but soon realized she would stop teaching sooner than anticipated. She walked back over and picked up where we left off. "5, 6, 7, 8." She continued to count and instruct us on how to dance.

I left a bit early because I was meeting Meg in the foyer; she had sent a letter instructing me to due so.

"LILY! I'm so glad to see you're safe. Thank you for the note. Your mother won't stop crying because of your disappearance."

"I don't care," and I meant it. "You can tell her that if you like."

"Lily, think of it. She is your mother and she loves you very much." I gave her hat face that I gave her when we both knew she was wrong. "I know, I don't do well lying but she's a wreck. At least come back to say good-bye."

"NO!" I left to go back to my dormitory and she followed. "What?" She gave me a hug and left.

I walked in and lay down on my cot. I heard something odd underneath me and lifted my weight up to find a note written in red ink, most unusual.

I looked at the wax stamp; a red skull. 'How bizarre!'

Lily,

Meet me in the chapel tonight at the same time as last night. We should get to know each other better.

Erik

He had very good penmanship and I would go even if he said don't.

I remembered it was 10:30 when I went the previous night because the clock chimed the one chime used to signal the half-hour marker. I ran as quietly as I could to meet him.

"Just in time." he said behind me.He scared me and he laughed. "I studied magic in the fair." We talked for an hour and then I got tired so I fell asleep and he somehow managed to get me up to my room.