Yeah I'm sorry I knda left ya hangin on that last one and it took me forever to figure out how to put this one together so I'm gonna wait a day to post it. Sorry :(
DISCLAIMER: I dont own POTO but the the 'goodnight song' is mine and if anyone steals it I'll sue you for all you got. MWAHAHAHA
ERIK'S POV
I spent hours looking for her in the hidden passageway she had disappeared into.
I had spent an hour or two waiting for her, but she never returned.So I had decided to search for her.
I had been walking for hours and was heading back when suddenly I tripped on something and looked down to see the cane. Strewn across the floor was glass from god knows what.
I picked up the cane looking for any sign of her. Until there it was. Blood. I followed the trail of blood till it led me to the frail body of Christina.
She was hunched up in a corner rocking back and forth. One arm washugging her legs, whilethe other wasdangling lifelessly. The closer I looked the more I saw she was covered in multiple cuts and her left wrist was torn open. The glass used to tear the vein open was still in her other hand.
Jesus Christ she had tried to kill herself.
She was dangerously close to death just sitting there crying and rocking back and forth. Completely obliviousas to my presence. I picked the lifeless body up in my arms and ran back to the lair.
SIX HOURS LATER CHRIS' POV
I woke in the swan bed and noticed that I had been changed out of my clothes into some new ones and that my wounds hand been tended to.
I remembered dragging myself through the glass trying to find my way back after I fell and couldn't get up. In despair I took a piece of glass hoping to end it all. There had been no hope in living any ways. That day that I had ran to the lake the music wasn't the only thing that I was going to throw into it.
I noticed that outside my room someone was playing piano to one of the songs that I had on my computer. A song that Dare had written for me, and Erik was singing the lyrics.
The tears stream down your face, As I watch you stand and pace
Unable to just lie down and sleep
So I wrote for you this goodnight song
Your own personnel Lullaby to help you float on
Float away into dreams of me
Of dreams ofthe home and a life soon to be
You're so strong inside yet so weak
You're never ever able to just sleep
So I wrote to you this goodnight song
Your own personnel Lullaby to help you float on
To dream of candy clouds and peppermint sticks
Of your favorite peanut butter and chocolate chips
Cause when I'm here you know you're safe
I'll always be there to stand in your place
So I sing for you this goodnight song
Your own personnel Lullaby to help you float on
The tears started to careen down my face. I got up and stumbled over to the music in a fit of anger, betreyal, and pain from the memories.
When I reached the organ I slapped the music off the organ sending the music in every direction.
"Why, why why why why WHY? What gives you the right to sing his song WHAT? You're not him…you're not…you're not. He was my angel. He was, he was, he was. He saved me from myself. Oh god why, why did you have to go why Dare why? Why?" When I was done I just collapsed into Erik's arms and cried for the first time. For the first time since they had died I really cried. Letting out all the emotion I had kept bottled up inside of myself for days. Or had it been weeks. No it had been a year.
After what felt like hours I stopped and Erik asked me who Adry and Darienne were. While he silently rocked me back and forth on the ground trying to comfort me.
"They were twins. Adrienne was my best friend and first real friend at school. My parents had sent me there when they figured they couldn't handle me. They knew I was musically talented so I picked the school and left. She helped me. And then I met him. Her brother. He was so beautiful. So good to me, it had been years since I could sleep and my father had stopped playing. He felt that I should have indulged my time in something else. Something more fitting a girl like boys or sports. But Darienne didn't. He helped me. Taught me to be the best. And then I could sleep again. They were everything to me. Because of them I stopped…I stopped trying to hurt myself. I put all my energy into my music. And then they left me. They were taken from me. The god damn drunk took them from me. He killed them and I was left alone again. With no one to care for me. What was the point in living if it wasn't with or for them? So I ran, I ran for miles intending to throw it all away. All the music, everything including myself." I muttered this all in-between sobs. Wondering how I had managed to spit it all out.
"I'm so sorry Chris." Was all I heard from him before I silently slipped away into despair.
When I finally woke up I noticed I was lying in bed and that my hand had, yet again,a death vice grip on something. When I looked down I saw that it was a hand.
I SAW!
Yep its short and I'm sorry but It took forever to get how I was gonna get it together and if I should wait a few chapters before this. I still dont know whats going on withthe story. Its kinda taking on a life of its own as I right. So review.
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