Disclaimer: I am sorry but I don't own Phantom of the Opera. I wish I did, but I don't so what can I do, Nothing that's what. Oh well, I hope you enjoy this next Chapter in the story of A light at the end of the tunnel. And I am really sorry that I have taken so long to update, but I have been really busy with school and with my trip that I took not so long ago. Well anyway on to the story .PS. I am sorry that I made Erik sound like a wuss in the last chapter but in my story he is a very misunderstood, compassionate man with a deformity. Well anyway on to the story again.
Warning: this Chapter contains Attempted Suicide. That is one of the reasons that this story is rated M. well you have been warned.
Christine had just gotten back from a long, hard rehearsal. She wanted to go back to her room, but she knew Meg would be there and she wanted to be alone. She knew there was one place where she could be alone. She made her way down the stone passages, down some stairs and into an open room.
There was a Pew in the corner. No light showed through the stain glass windows. She found the matches, which she had brought down when she had first found the Chapel, and lit the candles and prayed.
When she finished praying she stood up, but collapsed sobbing. She cried until she couldn't cry anymore. She then went to the wall and found the loose brick and pulled it out. She then reached into the nook and pulled out a wooden box that was inside. She opened the box and pulled out a dagger. She pulled it out of its sheath and placed the cold metal blade on her wrist.
She knew what she was doing, she had thought about it often. Now she was going to do it. She had thinned her blood with wine all day and she had managed to keep it down. She couldn't live anymore. Ever since her father died she had been so depressed and just living for no reason. Now she would be happy, she would live with her father and mother again. She would leave everything she owned to Meg and Antoinette. She loved them both and she didn't want to bother them any longer.
She put pressure on the blade and quickly cut her wrist. She sucked in air as it cut her weak flesh. Then she cut the other wrist. She now waited as she blood spilled from her veins. The last thing that she remembered before everything went black was a tall figure coming out of the wall and coming to her side and her whispering, "Angel!" The last word she said and it echoed in her mind.
Erik was two floors down when he heard Christine sob out in anguish. When he heard her, something told him to run so he started running. He wanted to hold her, comfort her.
When he reached her he saw he was too late. She had silted her wrists but she was still conscious but barely. He could save her. He ran to her side and caught her just before she fell limp. The last thing she said before she lost consciousness was "Angel!" He quickly laid her down and tore her skirt and used it for a bandage. He wrapped it tightly around her wrists and picked her up carefully.
He made his way back down to his home at a very fast pace. He went down a path that took him straight to his spare bedroom (Hell knows why he had it but he did) He placed her carefully in the bed and ran to the kitchen. He found the box of medical supplies that Nadir had given him so he wouldn't have to go to a doctor. He ran to his bedroom and grabbed the blankets from his bed and ran back to Christine. He threw the blankets on the floor and went the bed. He carefully untied the bandages and quickly found a sterilized needle and his medical thread. He very accurately stitched her wrists closed and stopped the bleeding.
He watched, very slowly, the color faintly come back into her skin going from death white to an extremely light cream. "Thank God!" He thought, "She is going to live!" All he had to do was to wait for her to wake up. He turned around and picked up the blankets that he had brought earlier and wrapped her in them. He suddenly had a thought that scared the daylights out of him. "What of I hadn't run when I did? Would she be alive now?" He fought the urge to cry. Cry for Christine, Cry for her life, Cry for the god who told him to run and saved her life. For the first time in vary many years, he knelt by Christine's side and prayed. He prayed for Christine to live, he prayed for her strength and his to help her through everything that would come.
He turned and left her to sleep in peace or whatever calmness that she had found for the moment. He put his medical supplies away and washed the needle. He returned a bit later to rewrap her wrists. After he finished, he brought a chair in and sat a Christine's side.
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok.
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day.
Erik got up and started pacing. He wanted to help Christine. But he didn't know how. For the second time that day he felt helpless.
I need some distraction Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps through my veins.
Let me be empty or a weightless
And maybe I'll find some peace tonight.
He couldn't take it anymore. He went to her side and lied down next to her and held her close. She was burning up with a fever and she was shivering. He pulled her closer and slept.
In the arms of an angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angle
May you find some comfort there.
Erik woke and Christine was still sleeping. He knew that it had been at least a day since he brought her to his home. He had to admit he was scared; he had never been scared before, not like this. He stayed next to Christine the whole night again. He woke up and looked at Christine. She was still unconscious, but he thought, "It's better this way, she won't have to deal with the pain quite yet.
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
He got up and went to his desk. He had to write Antoinette and tell her what happened and that Christine was all right. No doubt that she went to the chapel and had already seen the blood. He finished writing and letter and sealed it.
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh
This glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees.
He went back to check on Christine. She was still sleeping. He again fought the urge to cry because of the pain that she had suffered. The pain she will still suffer. He walked over to her and held her for a bit before he changed his clothes and went to deliver the letter and clean up the blood.
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there.
He delivered the letter and cleaned up the blood. All he could do now was to go back and wait. He returned and put the rags he used to clean up the blood to soak in the lake. Then he returned to Christine. She was so pale. This time he didn't fight the tears…he couldn't. He placed his head on the bed next to Christine and wept. While he cried he hadn't realized that Christine was awake. He knew she was awake when he felt her hand gently going through his hair. He looked up and saw she was ready to start crying herself. So he sat on the bed and held her as she cried.
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here.
Ha I fooled you! You thought that I was going to kill Christine didn't you? Well if you didn't… don't gloat. You thought that she was going to kill herself, well she did, but she lives!
Anyway the song I don't own but it is one of my favorites. It is called "In the Arms of an Angel" by Sarah McLaughlin. I love that song and it seemed to fit so perfectly with the story that I just had to put it in.
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