I walk in the front door; No one was home. All the maids must be in bed. It is half past eleven at night, and no evidence of light in the entire house. Myself and my fiance, Raoul, were at a Party in the next village; It was so boring; I had no one proper to talk to. They were all old and posh. I felt so out of place. After a couple of hours at the party I lost Raoul. I was left by myself for the rest of the time I remained at the party. After a few hours I just left.
I wandered around the cold drawing room at the de Chagny Manor. I lit a few candles, lit the fire and sat down in my favourite chair. Waiting patiently for my finance to return home.
I must've fallen asleep as when I awoke the room was wreaked. Broken furniture thrown all over the room. Shouts could be heard coming from the next room. I walked though. Raoul was standing over the counter crying and shouting.
"Why did you leave me!" he shouted at me.
"Raoul, are you drunk?" I asked him.
"Shut up! Of course I'm not drunk. I have only had a few glasses tonight. Excuse me for enjoying myself!" Raoul snapped back at me.
"Come on Raoul let me help you up to bed." I said calmly as I walked over to him and put my hand around his arm.
"Get off me!" Raoul roared, roughly pushing me away.
I fell to the ground.
"Raoul why are you being like this?" I questioned; picking myself up of the ground. The fall didn't hurt but I was still shocked that he pushed me.
"Leave me alone," said Raoul. Picking up a bottle of wine and walking though to the next room.
I followed him though to the hall and to the dining room.
"Please Raoul, just come to bed. It will be fine in the morning." I pleaded with him.
"Go away!" Raoul yelled and threw a glass at me.
The glass missed and hit the door next to me. I ran out of the room crying and ran up stairs to the spare bedroom. I didn't want Raoul to find me if he came to bed later that night. I got into bed and curled up in the covers and tried to get to sleep.
Things that you can't undo
Christine's Point of View
We eventually passed though the last remaining part of the lake and came to the shore. The Phantom stepped out the boat and stormed away. I'm confused. Why isn't he talking to me? I thought I had been forgiven. What other plans does he have for me if I am not forgiven?
"Wait! Where are you going?" I asked my Angel of Music.
I did not not get a verbal response. My Angel only glanced back at me for a moment and continued what he was doing. I stand up and look around the lair. I could not see my Angel. Where did he go? I stare down at my feet, they're still bleeding. Why did I now take care where I was placing my feet? My Angel appeared again. He is walking towards me with a roll of bandages for me. He helps me out the boat and carries me over to a near by rug. He lays me down.
"I'll ruin you're beautiful rug," I tell him.
My Angel doesn't seem to care. He didn't even glance up at me when I spoke. He was too busy putting on the bandages. Once he had finished with my feet he started on the wound on my hands and arms. I clench my teeth has he removes the bandages I had made in the journey here. He replaces them with neat clean ones. He then signals for me to go to a room in his lair. I follow his orders immediately and go to the room.
In the room, there was a closet and in it there were fresh new clothes for me to wear. I am so thankful for these new clothes as the clothes I am wearing just now are ripped and covered in blood and dirt. I put the new clothes on and return to the main part of the lair where I find my Angel sitting in front of his organ; just like that morning a few months ago when I saw his beautiful face for the first time. I remember how scared I was too see it but more scared by my Angel's reaction.
I walk slowly over to where he is sitting and stand behind him. He turns round to face me. I wait for him to say something but clearly he is waiting for me to do the same.
"Thank you for letting come back with you," I say to him with a slight smile on my face.
"I could not deny your screams. It breaks my heart when you are unhappy," he replies.
"Can I ask, what is your name Angel?" I ask him.
"Erik," he replies back reluctantly. "Now come with me: You need your rest. You look exhausted,"
I remain silent and follow Erik to his bedroom. I climb into bed and he closes the curtains behind me. I lie my head on the pillow and fall asleep almost instantly
Erik's Point of View
At last My Angel has returned to me but it is going to be hard to get over the pain she has caused me. She broke my heart but yet I still love her. I can't bear to see her unhappy. I had no choice than to take her back. I am so happy she is finally here and actually wanting to be with me but my heart doubts her loyalty. Is she just her because things had went wrong with the Vicomte? Does she truly love me? Only time will tell.