Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera and I have only seen the 2004 movie. I have not read the book, I thought that it was kind of a corny plot and so I took out some people and added some unique parts. This is my first full story so tell me what you think. Well I hope you like it.

Ok you guys asked for another story and here it is. Ta doy. Well it is rated M for later chapters and because it has a very descriptive part of depression and It is somewhat depressing and in this it talks about someone throwing up so you have been warned. Well this is going to be very good so please R and R.

A Light at the End of the Tunnel

"No! No, no, no!" Madame Giry yelled as Christine lost her balance, yet again, while trying to dance to 'Madame Giry's' expectations. "Christine" Giry yelled, "You are coming out of the jump too late and you are landing on your left foot when you need to turn on your right!"

It was a week before the opening of Hannibal, and Christine had still to get those steps right. Giry yelled, "Let's go through it again! This needs to be perfect!" This time Christine got it and didn't fall. She smiled and went on with the routine. They finished their dance and Madame Giry finally told them that they were done for the day.

Christine went over to Meg and said, "I finally got it! It took me a while but I got it." Meg smiled and said, "I knew you would! You have always had a hard time keeping up with me but you still manage to have it down by Opening Night." She added, "Besides, you were not the only one who messed up today. Didn't you see the falls that Katie and Brittney had in the ACT 3 dance? Mama made them do points for the rest of the act." Both girls laughed and went to the dressing room.

When they reached the dressing room, Christine suddenly felt very dizzy. She began to wobble; she was just about to collapse when Meg grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to sit down against the wall. Christine leaned against the wall and steadied herself. When Christine could hold herself in that position, Meg ran back to the stage and returned with her mother and some water.

When they reached Christine, she was shaking and felt really light headed as well as dizzy. Meg gave the water to her mother and Giry asked Christine to open her mouth. When she did, Giry put the cup to Christine's lips and she drank the water. When Christine could hold the cup on her own, Giry spoke, "This is the Eighth time that this has happened in the last four days. You are not eating and drinking enough. You are very dehydrated and you are getting very pale. Tomorrow I want you to come see me before we start to rehearse and let me make sure you are fine. Now Meg," she turned to her daughter who looked very concerned for Christine, "I want you to take her to your room and put her to bed. She needs rest above all things. If she is still asleep when it is time for dinner, let her sleep. I have things I need to attend to." Meg nodded and walked over to her friend and helped her up. Meg supported Christine and helped her walk to their room.

Meg laid Christine on the bed. "She's getting too skinny," she thought, "I know that we are working hard, but not enough to make her that skinny and this weak." Meg went to the bathroom and retrieved a bucked that was in there, knowing that when Christine woke she would throw up. It had happened every time this week. Twice there hadn't been a bucket, so Meg was being prepared. Meg then went about picking up the room making sure that nothing was on the floor or in the way of the bathroom in case Christine made a run for it. She then removed Christine's Points and put them away. Then she went to change herself. She left the room as quietly as she could, trying not to wake Christine.

The next morning when Christine woke up, she was very dizzy and nauseated. She sat up then bolted into the bathroom and threw up. When she emerged from the bathroom, she was still a little dizzy, but she could stand now. She went to a mirror and looked at herself. She was very pale and she had dark circles under eyes, for all she could tell she was the living dead.

She knew she should eat, but her metabolism was slowing and what she did eat took her forever to burn off dancing. Most days she didn't even feel like eating, she was just never hungry. She hurried and took a shower and dressed in her back-up costume. She made her way down to the dressing room and powdered her face so she didn't look so pale. She knew that Antoinette would be watching her closely today. She finally got down to the practice room, everyone was still at breakfast. They would be there for about another hour, so she had time to practice.

She put on her points and walked over and dusted them. She took a minute to stretch and then went to her starting position. She counted off in her head and then began her routine. She finally got through it without falling and she knew that she wouldn't mess up the rest of the day. She estimated that it had been about forty-five minutes since she first came down here. She knew that it was a good idea to take a few minutes to rest, so she went to go get a drink of water and let her heart sow down a little before starting again. She was able to run through about three more times before Meg came in.

Meg gave Christine a scolding/concerned look. Meg knew that Christine had not eaten anything today and that she would be down here practicing. So Meg went over to Christine and said, "Why don't you eat something, and take a little break? I brought you something to eat." She then pulled an apple out of her costume bag and handed the apple to Christine. She needed to put her bag in the dressing room but Christine needed to be watched so she would eat the apple.

Meg had noticed that for the past six years, Christine had gone into a depression and started to eat less and less. Just recently, she noticed that Christine was making frequent trips to the bathroom after they had eaten huge meals. Meg also knew how much sleep Christine was getting. Oh she hid it well but she was working herself to exhaustion. Meg was very concerned about Christine. She saw how many times Christine weighed herself to make sure that she was in range for the ballet. But Meg also knew that Christine was just barely in range for the ballet. Meg was very concerned for Christine and she remembers the countless nights that Christine thought that she was asleep and she was crying for her father.

Christine saw the concerned look in Meg's eyes and knew that Meg wouldn't leave her alone until she at least ate the apple. "What could it hurt?" she thought, "It is just an apple, and it will at least last me until dinner." With that thought she took the apple from Meg and ate it. Christine knew Meg could tell what was going on with her, but what Meg didn't know was that Christine hadn't eaten anything in three days.

Meg smiled when Christine finished the apple and they left the practice room talking. When they reached the stage, Antoinette was there waiting for everyone to arrive. She saw Meg and Christine coming toward her. She walked over to Christine and asked, "How are you feeling this morning Christine?" Christine smiled and told her that she was feeling fine and she was just tired yesterday. But Antoinette had her own thoughts. She noticed that Christine's eyes looked very dark and her skin was so pale. She knew Christine was not telling the truth. She really shouldn't let her practice today. From what Meg told her the day before, Christine was in serious danger. She knew that if Christine didn't get help soon she could die. Antoinette knew that there was only one person who could reach Christine on a deep enough level. But she just had to find him.

Hey please don't kill me, 'running away from angry readers with torches and pitchforks' I know that Christine isn't Anorexic, but hey it makes a good plot…and who will this mysterious person be who Madame Giry needs to find? Muah ha ha ha ha ha ha. You will have to wait till the next chapter. You have to read and review, so I will put the next chapter up. He He.