By the way, since they didn't know about depression during this time period, that is what Christine is suffering from; they just don't know it. And I just have to rant about something-I ORDERED THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA PIANO BOOK FROM THE MOVIE ONLINE! I'm soooo excited, and hopefully it will be challenging. So anyway...
With one sweep of his arm, Erik caused the little drawstring bag of heroin to crash to the floor. It had caused him to rape the only person he ever loved or cared about. It had caused him to add to sickness the doctor had told him about-the one Christine had. It was supposed to have killed him long ago, but, oh, God could be so unforgiving.
Erik just couldn't end his life. After he had seen Christine and Raoul together like that, he had been stopped on the street coming back to the opera house by an old peddler. He hadn't been interested at all until the words "take you out of your misery" was spoken by the old gentleman. Erik had bought enough to sustain him for at least a week, and had taken more than half of it that morning.
After Christine's collapse, Erik had speedily ran her to the nearby doctor, who, after he had checked Christine and was sure that she was only in an amazingly deep sleep, had even offered to check on Erik, whose eyes had already almost sunken into his head and some of his skin had already began to peel. But Erik had refused-he had only wanted the doctor to look after Christine, not him.
Luckily for Erik, the doctor hadn't questioned Christine's nudity (besides that, the bruises on her breasts and heaven knows where else) when he brought her in, but Erik had watched the doctor check Christine. He had been so paranoid that if the doctor had touched her in any intimate way, even on accident, the doctor himself would have needed a doctor.
Now, Erik had just poured all of the rest of the heroin into the lake, and looked up to see someone standing at the gate, dripping. "I knew you would come as low as drugs", Raoul sneered as he gripped the steel bars that kept him from running to Erik and strangling him.
Erik was shocked. The drugs were probably still wearing on him; he was usually so precise with his hearing.
"But enough of that. Where's Christine?" Raoul demanded. His fiancée was no where to be seen.
"She's not here", Erik replied.
"What do you mean she's not here? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO CHRISTINE?!" Raoul screamed.
"I love her just as you do-even more, much more. But..." Erik debated on whether he should tell Raoul about where Christine really was. He sighed. Christine would never forgive him after what he did to her. She would love to see Raoul when she woke up, and he definitely owed her something after that.
"She collapsed. She's at the doctor's. Maybe if you had kept an eye on her, she wouldn't be there now. Christine is quite sick", Erik broke the news to Raoul.
"Oh God, Little Lotte!" Raoul stared into the distance. His pet name for Christine made Erik gag. She would only be his Angel, nothing else.
"I swear, if you had anything to with this, you won't live any longer!" Raoul threatened him, then ran off.
Erik felt a twinge of guiltiness at his words. He partly had something to do with it, and he felt horrible. He was sure that when the drug finally wore off, he would feel the constant, pounding, pressured guiltiness of what he did to Christine.
Christine woke up to find Raoul entering the room-what room, she didn't know-that she slept in. Now that she was rested, she saw no need to be in here, as she felt fine. She felt pain shoot through her sex, and quickly cupped a hand over it, and remembered. Erik. She would never forgive him for what he did to her. She knew that Raoul would never do anything like that to her.
"Christine! I was so worried! How are you feeling now?" Raoul stroked sweaty curls out of her face.
"Better", she quietly told him.
"Did he do anything to you?" Raoul demanded from her.
At other times, Christine would be outraged with this question, but now, she just didn't want to think about Erik at all. She turned her head away. "Raoul, please don't. I don't want to talk about it. Not now", she pleaded.
Raoul cursed under his breath. "I knew it. He said he didn't do anything, but I didn't believe him. He did do something", Raoul muttered, and then the doctor came in.
"Miss Daae, I haven't found out what is wrong with you, but you do need to get a lot of rest and eat. You weigh much less than you are supposed to at your age and height. I advise you to stay here until further notice", the doctor said.
"Thank you... but I have to perform... Faust. The managers will hate it if I don't play the part, Monsieur", Christine begged him. He didn't know what he was talking about. She felt fine, really.
"Unless your managers have no heart, which I'm quite sure they do, you will be forgiven. I'm sure they will find a replacement. Good day, Mademoiselle", the doctor bowed his head and left Raoul and Christine alone.
"Little Lotte? I'll bring some of your things over here from the opera house", Raoul offered. He knew that she would feel bad about not performing in Faust.
"Thank you Raoul. And please, I dislike him as much as you do, but please, don't go near Erik. He might even kill you", Christine said, looking genuinely worried.
"I can't make any promises Christine..." he said, his eyes now ablaze with anger.
"No, please. I don't want... you... to get hurt", she said, almost saying "either" instead of you. Why should she cared what happened to that monster? But a little spark of something inside her told her otherwise... she decided to ignore it.
"Alright, Christine. Please do what the doctor says. I love you", he said, kissing Christine. They emerged.
"I love you too, Raoul. With all my heart".