Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again

Emily sat on a swing, it was the end of school and she found no reason to go home. Rain clouds gathered over head, as she sat there trembling from the cold. An abusive father a dead mother, dead sister life was just not worth it anymore. She got off the swing and began to walks home as a cold wind blew through the bleak school.

Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello I am your mind giving you someone to talk to
Hello

Emily stared bleakly at the cobble stone road, slowly walking, then it began to rain. She hardly noticed her dark gray dress uniform, long white stockings and black buckle shoes all soaking wet. A large wind began to pick up making it harder every step Emily took, until she couldn't walk any further. She looked around in the pouring rain for a place to take shelter. The only place she saw was the old ruined and scorched Opera House, she quickly ran inside. She looked around to find a large hole in the floor; she walked over to it and looked down. Emily was so entranced by the large gapping darkness; she didn't notice her dripping wet cloths. She turned away, but before she could take more then two step she, slipped. Darkness swirled around her, time and space seemed to stop. She landed in soft dirt; she got up and looked around. She was by a large underground lake, and by the lake was a man dressed in a formal suite with a white mask, crying.

If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken
Hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry

The man took a long dagger out of his jacket pocket and held it to his heart. Emily watched silently from behind a large pillar and to her surprise she began to cry too. It reminded of her of the scars not residing on her wrists and arms.

The man let out a final sob and cried, "the Phantom is now a myth" and plunged the dagger into his chest.

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping

Emily went wide-eyed as the man fell to the ground dead; she let out a small cry and began to run. She hadn't gotten far before she slipped on a slippery rock by the edge of the lake. She hit her head agents the stone rim of the lake and fell in. as unconsiss death took her over; she remembered the words she had once told her sister.

"I would rather have a poor ugly man who loves me than a rich hansom man who lusts for me"

Hello I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday

And just for reference this is a story inspired by a friend who is no longer with us also inspired by UlrichLuvr97