Hello everyone. Here is my second Phantom of the Opera Fan Fiction. This one is based in the Susan Kay Universe. The story is told by Erik (who is seven years old) though enteries in his diary. I have tried to do something different that I havn't seen very much of on this character so please have a read and tell me what your thoughs.
Gordon!
Monday 7th July 1838
Mother has asked me to keep a diary. I don't understand the concept of this as I think there is little important of one tracking events in their lives. Mother probably thinks with me up in my room writing away in this meaningless book she will have more time to do as she pleases without me being in the way.
Me and Sacha were playing out in the back garden for hours this after noon. It was such a beautiful day; I didn't want it to end. The sun was shining brightly and there was not a cloud in the sky. It was perfect. Unlike this dark horrible room I am told to return to after the sun sets. The only light in this room is from a couple of candles scattered randomly around the room. The cold wooden floor boards, the cold wooden walls. How I wish to decorate them with my artwork and designs but Mother doesn't approve if this. She makes me keep my work in my drawers. Trapped from prying eyes. Father Mansart and Marie may be the only ones who will ever see my work; along with my Mother of course. She doesn't understand my work. She doesn't believe that a person of my age should be able to create great work. Father Mansart sees my talents as a gift, my Mother sadly doesn't.
While rummaging though old books and papers in the basement I came across a book with many pictures of places I had never heard of before. I had no idea that there was such a big World beyond my small village. I asked Mother if I could go to one of these places some day. Her reaction was what I expected. It was a look of disgust then ignoring what I had asked her walks away and continues what she was doing. One day I will visit far away lands and meet new and interesting people and learn about them.
My mask is beginning to become too tight on my face. Digging into my cheek bones and the area around my eyes. Although I am in pain I have been instructed not to remove my mask. If Mother catches me without my mask on I will receive a severe beating. How I hate those beatings.
Father Mansart was at my house speaking to me today. He was telling me many things about how special I am and how I will grow up to be a great man. Mother didn't seem so confident about my future. Half way though his muses Mother stormed out the room saying "oh please!" and slammed the door shut. The Father ignored this and continued telling me about my future. I played for him as well today; he really enjoyed it especially when I played his favourite hymn on the piano. He told me he had never heard it played so beautifully. If only my Mother would give me some confidence. She always limits my time in the music room with the excuse that it gives her a head ache. I do not understand why she doesn't like me playing.