yeah! im back from camp!! yeah!! i actually i had this done before i left, but i didnt have time to post it. please dont form an angry mob! anyway... i kno the part with Erik is short, but i promise there will be more of him coming up and meg get a good portion comin up too! well R&R and enjoy!!

Chapter 6

A Cry for Help

She had been gone for several weeks and he missed her more than any living thing could possibly imagine. He had sent a very threatening letter to the managers and only got a very fearful and sincere reply, that they knew nothing. Poor Madame Giry was going mad trying to find someone to fill in for her. Even the horrid Carlotta was called in to replace her, but no one seemed to know where she'd gone. It was like she'd just disappeared. Erik couldn't take much more of this he was going insane without her, but what he didn't know was the Raoul was going insane being with her.

The next day Meg had been contacted by Raoul to come and visit with Christine and she immediately went with Raoul without a second thought. Raoul had informed her that Christine was very "sick" with the flu and was not her normal self.

Meg entered the room prepared to see her friend in a bad state, but there was no way she could ever predict the horrible state in which her closest friend was in.

Christine's once sparking and life filled brown eyes now glazed over, and sat deep and sunken into her skull. The huge dark marks beneath them showed she had had very little, or no sleep in the last few days. Her skin had turned whiter than paper and lines crisscrossed her face. She had lost a lot of weight and Meg could see the bones in her wrist and fingers. She was a tiny little shell and oh so fragile, it seemed as if Meg even touched her she would turn to dust and be blown away.

Christine was seated at the window at the other side of the small room, leaning against the cold glass. The window faced out towards the opera house and Meg knew she longed to go back there.

"Meg," Christine whispered, her voice as weak as her body.

Meg crossed the room and knelt at her side.

"Oh Christine! What has he done to you?" Meg was on the verge of tears seeing her friend in this condition. "You need to eat, sleep, rest, anything!"

"I can't anymore. I don't even have any tears left."

"Then I will cry for you," Meg said letting her tears fall.

"Meg do you remember the man I told you about? The man that lives beneath the Opera House? Do you remember Erik?"

"Yes Christine, I do."

"I fell in love with that man and now I'm paying the price for it. Raoul won't let me go and he had lost his sanity. He can't accept the fact that I don't love him anymore, so is forcing me to marry him and if I do…"

"You will what Christine?"

"I will die."

"Christine you can't!" Tears streamed down meg's face as she pleaded with her. "Refuse him! Tell him no!"

"I have many times, but he is not the Raoul I once knew, that Raoul is gone, his love fore me has driven him mad… do you think me evil for doing such a thing?"

"Never, you did nothing but tell him the truth."

"Meg?"

"Yes, Christine."

"Can you do something for me?"

"Yes anything," she replied wiping away a few stray tears.

Christine got up and crossed the room the small night stand that stood next to her bed. She opened the drawer and pulled out an envelope. On the front it said only one word, "Erik."

"Could you please just get this to Erik within the next two days?"

"Yes Christine, I will and I won't stop until I see it in his own hands."

"Thank you." Christine said softly.

Christine returned to her chair and sat down silently and continued her lonely journey inside her mind. Meg could not stand and watch her friend when she could help her, so she left her to deliever the letter that could mean life or death for Christine.