Disclaimer: So what if I flippin' don't own Phantom. That Andrew Lloyd Webber is always stealing my dreams. I've got a one up on him though... I can play saxophone, alto AND bari. SO... ha!
"God give me courage to show you, you are not alone!"
With that, Erik received his very first kiss, a sweet kiss at that, and sparks shot through his body.
For the first time in his life, he was actually happy.
Then, he thought about his happiness for a second. He was a monster. He did not deserve happiness!
As these thoughts ran through his head, he heard the young viscount sobbing.
"Good," he though, "The boy finally didn't get his way. Now he feels what I feel."
At that same moment, Erik thought about Christine. He thought about the moment she shared with Raoul on the roof.
He quickly cleared the scene from his mind only to feel tears on his naked face.
They were not his own, so they had to be...Christine's!
Why would she be crying? They only reasonable answer was that she was not happy.
She was crying at her love lost. Erik broke the kiss with a look of disbelief.
She pitied him! Why shouldn't she pity a monster like him
" Leave and never come back. Forget all you've seen!" He yelled.
As Christine walked away, Erik sobbed.
"What does he have that I don't?" he asked himself?
His conscience answered him, "Status, money, a public life... need I go on?"
"No please. Leave me just his once." he answered back.
" Never," it answered back," You don't deserve to live. Your mother didn't love you, Christine didn't love, so what is your reason for living? Nobody wants you any no one ever will. No one will even know your gone, so just die."
Knowing all of this was true, Erik sobbed once more.
He knew he didn't deserve life and he wanted to make his death as painful as possible.
He locked himself in the torture chamber.
He had tortured many a person in chamber, but he had yet to experience it itself.
As he stepped in calmly, knowing what to expect. After 10 minutes he began to sweat.
20 minutes later his mouth began to dry. The temperature just kept climbing and climbing.
As if out of nowhere, a desert appeared. He tried to walk around to see if he could find his way out of the desert instead he hit some sort of glass and burned his hand. He cried out in anger. He tried again only to burn his hand further. As if on cue a beautiful woman in strange clothing appeared before him. She had chin length hair that was brownish-red, dark skin which he had never seen the likes of before. She sat in the middle of the desert singing a mournful song.
Wishing that someone would hear me,
As I sit here all alone,
No one could see me,
Let alone love me,
My family denied me,
I am not a person,
Always in pain I can't escape,
Why won't the past just die,
WHY WON'T THE PAST JUST die?
And with that, Erik passed out.
A/N : Tell me if I suck. I want constructive criticism because I've NEVER written a story before.