I woke up to the sheets on the bed drenched in tears. I thought of making a memorial for father, but first, I wanted to take a look around. I looked at my father's body, and then I walked into father's entrance. I stared at the piano and found piles and piles of sheet music. A lot of them were mess ups. Then I found a sheet of music. It was written in my father's handwriting and was titled: Learn to Be Lonely. I knew how to read music because father had taught me a few years back. I placed the sheet on the piano and I started playing:
Child of the wilderness
Born into emptiness
Learn to be lonely
Learn to find your way in darkness
Who will be there for you
Comfort and care for you
Learn to be lonely
Learn to be your one companion
Never dreamed out in the world
There are arms to hold you
You've always known your heart was on its own
So laugh in your loneliness
Child of the wilderness
Learn to be lonely
Learn how to love life that is lived alone
Learn to be lonely
Life can be lived,
life can be loved alone
Wow. My father wrote that? He is the Angel of Music alright. After that, I put on my black and purple dress on, and my black cloak. I carried father all the way to the Paris cemetery and brought a shovel with me. I was digging a grave next to mother ;for father. I was digging, when the man that killed my father yesterday cut my cheek with a knife. Blood running down my cheek. I tried to push him down on the ground, but he was far more stronger than I. He brought out a whip and whipped me on my back, stomach and on my cheek. I grew pale. Blood was leaking out of my body fast. The man was about to stab me with a knife, when a man my age pushed him out of the way. He saved my life
. "Are you alright madam?"he asked me.
"Yes. I'm alright. Thank you."
"Sorry to ask, but who are you burying?"
"My father."
"Oh. Sorry. I have never seen him before around Paris... Wait a minute... he's the-"
"Shush! Or else someone else will come and kill me!"
"You're the Phantom's daughter?" the man asked.
"Yes. But, if you tell a soul about me, then I will kill you."
"I promise. Uh... I forgot to ask your name."
"Kelsey Mulheim. I was a De Changey, but when I found out he was my real father... and yours?"
"Um... Gustave Burkins. Want me to help you dig?"
"That would be helpful."
Gustave helped me dig far enough. Father still had his mask off. I left it at home. I put in his ring, and a song composed by me. I gently put my father in the moist soil and we covered the soil back up. I placed a black rose on top of his grave. I had made a wooden cross that said:
Erik Muheim: Beloved husband and father, December 17,1910.
"Thank you for you help Gustave. I must get going."
"Will I see you again?"
"Someday."
I scurried back into the woods and went back down into father's lair. This was my home now;in Paris France.
Gustave's POV
That girl. She was beautiful; even with the scars on her face. She had long blond hair, and blue eyes. Oh how they sparkled like sapphires. I wanted to see her again someday. I saw her run into the woods. I couldn't resist but to follow her. The Opera Populaire; so that's where she lives. She lives in a cave? How long has she been here? I don't know, but it looks a couple of decades old. I hid behind a cave wall and saw Kelsey feel her scars with her hand. She screamed in anger. She ran into some sort of small room. I saw her come out with a white porcelain mask in her hands. She then placed it on her scarred face. She was The Phantom of the Opera's daughter!
Kelsey's POV
I put the mask on my face. I was taking my father's place as the Phantom. I would haunt the halls, waiting for revenge of those monsters killing my father! I would become The Phantom of the Opera. They would fear me, and run for their lives. I am going to make this theater mine!