Just so you know there is singing in this one. I'm not the best lyric maker..so give me a break. :) Also their is a little bit quoted lyrics from the movie (2004), but I did that to bring it to some kind of comnnection. Well, I hope you enjoy. Tell me what you think.
Chapter two
'How can a person be so afraid of such stories?' Evelyn thought to herself, resting on her bed. After that incident, Alice quickly halted their tour, claiming she had to practice for the upcoming performance. She didn't believe, but Evelyn didn't persist on that note. She sauntered back to her room, and laid on her smooth, soft bed, where she still lied. Her mind scolded herself as she tried to remember the pathway to the room, lost in the labyrinth of the Opera House.
It was a mystery that she yearned to solve. What else did she have to do? What else could a prying, blind girl do in such an extraordinary, baffling place as this? Appeal picked at her and she could only comply to its needing demands. Tonight, when no one stirs, that is when she would tiptoe her way to where no one else dare tread. Her child-like mind buzzed with fantasies of what could possibly behind the door. Why was this Opera Ghost here? What did this so called 'Opera Ghost' want with taunting little girls away in terror? She would soon find out, she hoped. Evelyn's door opened, a slight noise echoing into her acute ears.
"Yes?" She asked, figuring it was probably her grandfather.
"Are you ready for supper, darling?" Poppy inquired with his smooth voice that used to tell her fairytales as a toddler. How the days back then were. She couldn't possibly say happy…
"Evelyn?" He called.
"Oh, no. I'm not really hungry." She declined with a helping smile that satisfied Poppy.
"Alright, but if you change your mind…" He started.
"I won't." She interjected, forgetting her manners. Overlooking her rudeness, he left with a tender goodbye, his footsteps muffled down the hall. Hours passed in a blur as Evelyn waited to hear not a word. When silence only replied, she reached the door, trying her best not to stumble. It took her a little while to absorb where everything was in her new room. Making it to her door without any problem, she pressed her ear to the wood. She wasn't taking any chances.
Slowly easing the door ajar, she crept through the shadow which hopefully kept her confined. Now realizing which way to go, she counted the knobs, lightly going over each one. When her hand went over a dresser, she knew the next door was the one she wanted. Her palms sweaty, wiping them on her night gown, she pushed the door, wide open with creak. A little creepy, Evelyn thought to herself as she intruded. A cool breeze of air rushed upon her, forcing her to shiver. She took a gulp and went further in, arms outstretched.
"Evelyn!" A voice boomed behind her from the doorway. She twisted her head, defeated. She was caught and Poppy wasn't pleased. Back in her room, with the unwelcome help of her grandfather, dragging her. "Did no one tell you not to go in there?!" He started, enraged.
"Yes!" All of a sudden she felt very protective over poor Alice. "I was told. You know I pry." She commented, putting her head down. She could feel his penetrating gaze on her in distaste and disappointment.
"You're meddling ways must cease. I can't have you being nosy all the time. Do you know what could have happened if h-" He caught himself. "I thought after your grandmother died you would grow up! You are a child!" He accused.
"I am no child." Evelyn protested. "I am nineteen. You are the one who treats me as an adolescent!"
"You're age has nothing to do with it. It's how you act. Your grandmother overlooked it and that was her choice, but she is dead! We must go on!"
"Don't say such things!" She bit back. "Leave my room! You're just bitter because you weren't the only one she loved!" Her shouts of resentment resounded throughout the room, leaving her grandfather speechless. Two door slammed and then all went quiet. Salty tears of anguish poured down her cheeks, uncontrollable. Thinking of her grandmother, she remembered how she would sing to her when she would become moody or sad. A night time melody dawned on her. Hoping to quiet her sobs, she sang:
Close your eyes, my darling.
Let me keep you safe in my arms.
Evelyn hugged herself, sitting up in the bed.
You'll never be alone,
I'll keep you, always, from harm.
Sing this melody and I will be there,
Can't you since my presence?
I'm already here.
Please stop shedding you tears.
I'm right here.
"Are you really here?" She murmured, her head tilted up in questioning.
Let me save you from
Your pain.
Not remembering the rest of the tune, she wandered into her own song.
Will you be there for me?
Even though you are gone.
Speaking of you,
Without you,
I feel so alone.
I may sit in the light,
But I feel like I'm in the darkest dark.
I put on a smile just to make you happy,
But are you really right beside me?
Please…bring me a sign.
Bring me an angel…
In his confinements of his solitude, all he could do was meander about, attempting to forget his music that he used to adore and the woman he gave his heart to. He sat, distressed in his failing endeavors to push away his haunting past. Too long he waited for death to come and sweep him away, to hell or heaven, he no longer cared. But it seemed as if death also rejected him, leaving him in this miserable life. After she left it appeared as if he had froze in age. He had lost count of the years long ago and even he doesn't know how old he truly was.
Sighing in despair, he glimpsed over at his trashed lair. Something he seemed to do every night, blaming himself and his music, he would thrashed about in his rage, spilling papers everywhere, ripping sheets. He refused to make another piece of work. No more music. He said this, but he knew his obsession would overcome him at times, ideas sprouted in his head of new melodies. He would never write them down though, repudiate to succumb to his own wishes. He remembered each line clearly enough to have no need to jot it down. It was in his thoughts. It was in his heart. The lyrics pushed through his barricade at a moment, pouring from his soul:
In my solitude,
All I heard was music,
Letting my soul free.
Then I heard her voice.
Knowing she was to become
A part of me.
In my darkness,
I finally saw a light,
Glistening brightly,
A majestic splendor.
It could only be her,
Inside my mind.
She captivated this heart,
I had no longer known I had.
She gave this being a meaning,
A new kind of feeling,
Stirs within.
Where do I begin, mon cheririe?
The she deserted me,
She had hardly left,
Before I was bereft.
This music brings me such sorrow,
Now.
All I have is to wallow,
In the shadow of my past.
As his words soared to an end, he heard another voice. Someone else was singing with the same passion, the same pain.
But wait,
I here someone calling to me,
at last.
It was as if the singer called to him with her chimes, mesmerizing him instantly. Jumping in the boat, he rowed quickly, frightened the voice would cease. Already, he new the part to their unknown duet.
A voice which beckons
Me oh so softly,
Rattling through these cement
Walls that consume me.
Do I dare come near?
Sing, ma voix, I draw closer.
Following that melody,
Oh, sing to me.
So long has it been,
Since I departed within.
To the garish lights above.
So long I slunk in the shadows,
Rejecting myself, down below.
He thinks, Sing to me, my love.
From her room, Evelyn cried into her pillow. How could such mischief bring such hurt? Nothing was left , but for her to pour her heart out to the only one she knew:
Come to me, an angel.
Give me some direction,
A passage to follow.
Oh, how could you curse me so?
What wickedness have I done,
To forsake me.
Erik, hiding behind the walls, watched the girl, engrossed by her esquisite, subtle voice.
I weep on no shoulder.
I've never stressed an objection.
Yet, here I am.
No mother, to love.
No father, to adore.
Left cold, to the core.
Bring me a soothing presence.
Give me something serene.
I thought you spoke in truth.
As if only speaking to herself, tears in her eyes, she whispered:
Grandmother, you promised me.
Rage and pain wallowed inside her frail body. Something inside her clicked and softly she sang in grief:
Down that path
into darkness
deep as hell,
My mind, its own disturbing,
Sinister dungeon.
I know it so well.
Please…
Whimpering, Evelyn continued, pushing back her sobs. Erik saw this as his chance and before he even thought, music entered his voice, singing with her of his paralleling agony.
Lead me, save me
from my solitude . . .
His voice entered the room, enveloping Evelyn with his lyrics, his harmonious song coming from everywhere. It was as if both souls knew each other's longings, connected in misery. Evelyn lifted her head as the other voice sang with her, a duet of pain.
Then at last, a voice in the gloom
Seemed to cry,
Erik:
I hear you;
I hear your fears,
Your torment and your tears.
Evelyn:
And now, do I hear a voice?
Calling from the darkness.
I know I heard,
I feel your presence.
Am I denied to hear you again?
Will you not draw near?
You distance yourself.
Do not be afraid.
Evelyn stood, her unseeing eyes, searching.
Come as an escort,
Direct me as you can.
Come closer to me
In reach of my hand.
Your soul speaks
Through echoes.
You are so close
But out of my reach.
Come near, strange voice,
I beseech,
I plead to you.
Silence only answers.
Have you already abandoned me,
Quiet Angel?
Erik:
Dare not call me so,
I am nothing such.
Already, I've spoken
Vastly too much.
Evelyn:
You speak of revealing secrets,
Yet, nothing do I know,
Speak to me,
Sing with me, once again.
Your melody fills my soul
With such passion,
I dare not say.
Searching inside,
I've never felt this way.
As if my sight returned,
As if my eyes could see.
This sensation is so addicting.
End this tormenting trial,
Speak!
I shall be silent.
Everything else was also silent. Including the mysterious man. He had left her, blind,