I sadly don't own any versions of the Phantom of the Opera. I own Cosarine and other OC's that come up.
Cosarine's P.O.V.
I fell onto my bed when I returned from their world, tumbling off when I hit it and onto the floor. My back already ached from getting slammed into a wall by Erik, so I couldn't really tell if I hurt myself that time. I laid still for a moment waiting to see if my parents were home to hear me fall. Ten seconds. Nothing. I'm safe. I sighed and stood up, stripping off my ballet attire to take a shower in my conjoined bathroom. I saw myself in the mirror and cringed. The bruises around my neck and back were already forming. "Looks like makeup will actually come in handy tomorrow." I said to no one in particular.
I heard the door downstairs open and I dashed naked back into my room, hiding the watch under my dresser. I heard a knock at the door. "I'm naked!" I yelled while grabbing a towel. "Cosa? It's past midnight what are you still doing up?" My mom asked through the door. "I just finished my homework. I was about to take a shower." Shoot. I still had homework. "Oh okay dear. Your father and I have to go to New York tomorrow morning for work. We should be back in about two weeks. Will you be okay getting to school tomorrow?" I sighed silently. They had only been back for two days. "Yup. I'll just drive."
My mom didn't answer after that so I assumed she had left. I slunk back into the bathroom and turned on the shower. This was normal. My parents really just left me to my own devices for weeks at a time. Most of the time they really didn't know what I was up to. When I was younger and couldn't be left alone they would send me to dance camps over the summer and pay for after school classes that my father's secretary would take me to. But, it was okay. I knew they loved me.
The shower soothed my aching back and muscles enough for me to be able to sleep that night so I took an aspirin and went to bed.
The Next Day
Thank God it is Friday. I woke up late and scrambled to get dressed, throwing on a pair of leggings and a long white-shirt. I grabbed my bags and rushed out the door. My dad's motorcycle was parked in the garage next to the car I was supposed to take. Was I going to actually take the car? No. I hopped on my dad's motorcycle and rode off. I was thankful that my dad had taught me to ride it previously.
I parked right in front of the school and ran in to my first period of choir. I have to take two electives, one language, and four core classes. Calculus was evil.
Anyways, I walked into my first class, the bell barely ringing as I walked in. Mr. Wibbens walked in. "Good morning class!" He briefly looked over at everyone and marked everyone down. "How was the Halloween bash thingy last night? Any highlights?" A girl named Jenny raised her hand in the back. "Yes?"
"Cosa and Jay did a sexy dance." I slammed my head onto my desk. It made a large thud and everyone turned towards me.
"Anything else?" Wibbens asked in an attempt to get the spotlight off of me. I lifted my head slightly to look around. To my delight a boy named Carlos rose his hand.
"Yes?"
"Cosa passed out in the hallway." My head hit the desk again.
"Anything that has nothing to do with Cosarine?"
"There was an old dude stalking around the parking last night." A girl shouted out. A worried expression came across the instructor's face. "Did anyone call the police? Why was he there?"
"No, he left after he talked to Cosarine." I wish I could have slammed my head against the desk again but I was worried that I was going to give myself a concussion. Wibbens looked at me for an explanation. I raised my head off of the desk and looked at him.
"My parents weren't home and my Aunt wanted to give me something but is bedridden so she sent my Uncle Jensen to give it to me because my mom told him where I was." I am great liar, erm, I mean actor.
"What did he give you?" Someone inquired from the back.
I began to tear up to add to the effect. "My Aunt is dying so he gave me her father's pocket watch! She has no one left!" I threw my head dramatically onto the desk and began crying. I felt a hand on my back and realized it was Wibbens'. "Cosarine, why don't you take a minute in the hall to collect yourself." I nodded, sniffled, and walked out.
I headed to the bathroom with my stuff. I was glad I was out of the class. I loved to sing, but I really sucked. Like, I sound worse than Carlotta. So every time I try out for one of the theatre productions, I got a background dancer or someone with minimal lines. That's why everyone believes me when I lie, erm, and act. I shrugged and pulled out the watch.
"Take me to the Phantom's lair." I whispered to it, holding on to the chain as it warmed up.
Maybe Erik would teach me to sing.
