I leaned back in my bed shocked and closed my eyes. I heard a soft sound of symbols. I opened my eyes to find myself in a bed. Curved like a birds nest, with soft satin red sheets. 'Uh oh' I thought. I had been sent back. Strange enough, I started to sing of what I remembered.
"I remember there was mist. Swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake." I turned my head, there was a lake.
"There were candles all around, and on the lake there was a boat." I started to look around. The smell of roses and candle way filled the air. There were an awful a lot of candles so luckily I was able to see very well.
"And in the boat there was...a man" I stood up and through all the candles to see, the Phantom. He was wearing some sort of robe that looked comfortable. Looking a little frustreted, he was writing on what seemed to be a music score. While getting ink he looked at me for a second. But like a shy little boy, his face flushed and he turned away. I sneaked over to him until I was only inches away from him now. I felt my heart almost burst through my dress. I reached for his mask. But I got nervous and pulled away. I moved a little closer and tried again. But I jerked backwards when he moved a little.
"Who was that shape in the shadows?" I wondered.
Was it boldness, stupidity, or curiousity that made me try again?
"Whose is that face in the mask?" Whatever it was I stepped forward and grabbed the mask off his face. Immediately after I pulled it off I caught I small glimpse of his...horrible face. He yelled and quickly put his hand over the deformed left side if his face. He turned towards me. In his uncovered eye, I saw nothing but hate, and anger. I screamed, scared of what he might do.
"Damn you!" He yelled, while some how singing. "You little prying Pandora, you little demon!" I ran to the gate of his lair, trying to find a door...an exit, anything! He grabbed me by the forearm and pulled me towards himself. I shut my eyes from his burning gaze.
"Is this what you wanted to see?" He questioned in anger. I recoiled from his grasp in an attempt to run the the other side of the lair.
"Curse you...you little lying Delilah! He exclaimed. "You little viper."
I tripped over my own feet as he said that. Like a child I hide my face from him in my arms. Cluching the cool white mask in my hands. "
You little vixen, now you cannot ever be free!" He bellows.
He walks to the center of his lair.
"Damn you! Curse you!" He cries.
Then he fell to the ground in despair. I started to softly cry. Not daring to look up. I saw only a glimpse of his face. That was still a horror I did not want to see even a little of, again. He started to sing again. This time in a sad, yet almost stern tone.
"Stranger than you dreamt it. Can you even bare to look? Or dare think of me?" He sang. "This loathsome gargoyle, which burns in hell" He cried.
"But secretly yerns for heaven, secretly...secretly but Christine." I slowly lifted my head up to see his hand covering his deformity. His face quickly hardens. He starts to crawl slowly closer and closer to me. Until he was only a foot away from me.
"Fear can turn to love, you'll learn to see to find the man behind the monster; this repulsive carcass, who seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly...secretly...oh Christine." He turned away sobbing.
"Christine" he whispered.
I felt pity, guilt, and sadness for this poor soul who was is now begging me. For my forgivness...for my love. Silence was finally made between us. We found ourselves staring right into eachothers eyes. His eyes made my heart ache, they had a look of pain, betrayal, and sadness. With the mask in my hand, I slowly lifted my hand to give it him. Having a look of confusion then dazed. He gingerly took it from me. Momentarily turning his back to me, to put his mask back on his face. When he turned his face to me with his mask on. His face had an unreadable expression, but his eyes still filled with sadness. He lifted hid hand to touch my cheek. But right when he touches me. His arm grabbed mine.
"Come we must return those two fools who run my theature will be missing you."
At that moment I awoke from that dream. The moon was full, I stared at it for a while and let my mind wander. I knew that the Phantom hade a sweet, loving side and a terrifying, cruel side. I made a mental note never...ever take the Phantoms mask off.
Charlotte what have you gotten yourself into? She has done what no person should do. What should she do next? And what about her real life?
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