author's note-thanks to my 2 reviewers I am continueing this story..So, on with the story
Screaming reached the little girl's ears as she was suddenly yanked out of bed by her mother. The child could smell smoke and it made her cough and gag. "Mamma?" the little girl cried fearfully."What is happening?"
The older woman pressed the child closer to her, in an attempt to calm the frightened child.
"Hush Eveie," her mother whispered."We have to get out of here, the house is on fire." The woman continuedto hurry through the house to find an exit.
Eve clung to her mother, her small arms shaking. Suddenly a thought occured to her.
"Mamma, why isn't papa coming?" Her mother didn't answer and understanding dawned upon the little girl. Finally her mother turned a corner and raced for the front door, Eve could see the wall of flames that enevloped the rooms behind them. With her baby in her arms, the woman rushed onto the front porch.
"Don't worry Eveie," her mother crooned."everything will be...."
Eve never got to hear her mother's next words, because in that one moment she heard a loud explosion and suddenly she was flying. Flames grazed her smooth flesh and she hit the ground with a thud.
She despretly searched for her mother, but she was gone.
I awoke from the the familiar, horrid dream the way I usually did. Gasping, choking, and screaming. Then I threw myself back onto the bed, sobbing bitterly. I shook uncontrolably, as sadness and anger rose through me. 'Why was my family taken from me so suddenly?' I asked myself.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, rubbing it softly. I glanced up and saw Madame Giry staring at me, her face full of pity. I sat up fully, making sure my hair partailly covered the left side of my face. Madame Giry sat beside me and put her arms around my shoulders. "Eve, what has you so shaken?" she aked softly. I looked away from her and gave a small sniffle.
"I..I don't want to talk about it," I whispered. "It's to painfull." Madame Giry turned me so that she could look at me. I kept me gaze lowered, I was feeling very childish and it upset me.
"If you insist," she said. "But if you ever want to talk, you may come to me at any time. Understood?" She fixed me with a motherly gaze that I knew I coudln't ignore.
"Yes Madame," I replied. I ran my fingers through my mess of brown hair and sighed. Madame Giry stood and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Come child, you need a bath and new clothes."
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I stared in the mirror, barely recognizing the reflection that stared back at her. I was wearing a simple turquoise dress, with sleeves that hung on my slim shoulders. My light brown hair waved around my face like a choclate ocean. Smooth, light skin that seemed to glow golden in the candle light. Finally my eyes, teal orbs that sat almost perfectly in the middle of my face. I heard a knock on the door and I turned greet whoever might be visiting this late.
I opened the door to find Meg Giry smiling broadly. Without hesitation she pulled me into a nearly bone crushing hug. I stood there, dumbstruck, I had never been shown such compassion before. As she pulled back I realized I was shaking. Meg just looked at me with a tender look reaching her eyes.
"Come in?" I gasped. She easily stepped around me and walked into the small room which now belonged to me.
"I thought I should come meet the newest addition to the Opera Populaire," she said. "You look lovely by the way. That dress fits you perfectly."
"Thank you," I replied. I smiled at the young woman that stood infront of me. I was already starting to feel the bud of friendship begin to bloom. "So..may I have something to eat..mon ami?"
Meeg smiled in return and grasped my hand, leading me out into a long hallway.
"Why ofcourse, mon ami," she said copying me. I laughed and after a few moments Meg laughed with me. I could tell that Meg and myself would be great friends. Niether of us noticed a pair of curious green eyes that followed us.