A/N:I decided to try my hand at song writing again. I hope it sounds good. Please review! I love getting them. They make my day. Enjoy!
Chapter Nineteen:
I Have Found The Light
Darcey smiled as she left the sanctuary. She walked to her room and closed the door behind her. She got the old violin out and just looked at it for awhile. Erik had carved a music note into the back of it and she traced it gently with her finger. The instrument was beautiful and she was glad Mme. Giry had found it for her. She got out the music sheets and laid them down on the bed next to her. She played for several hours until she had played each song several times. She finished a song and instead of moving to a different one, she found herself playing on her own. She closed her eyes as she played.
My life is a story.
My life is a song.
Everyday is a chapter.
Everyday is a verse.
People enter its pages
to stay and to go.
The words tell a story,
of wonder and woe.
The things that I know
The places I go,
They each leave an impact.
A shadow on my soul.
Past days are filled with pain
The pages filled with sorrow.
I whimper and cry
For the days long ago
No one would listen
I was all alone
I cried out for comfort
But no one could hear
I met a man
A man alone like me
He could hear me
Could hear me when I cried.
I am no longer lonely
My heart begins to heal
My courage is growing.
My heart learns love again
I had reached out for comfort
Longing for love
The peace and the light
The beauties of the world.
The world turned away
Took away the light
I was left with horror
Emptiness and fear.
I have found the light.
I have found the peace.
I have found the things
I had longed to know.
I have found the beauty.
I have found the music.
I have found the light.
I have found the light.
Darcey set the violin down and wiped the tears from her face. It was true. Every word of the song was true. She had known a lot of pain in her past but now, she was seeing the light again. She couldn't help the tears continuing to slip down her cheeks. She curled up on her bed and closed her eyes. She soon fell asleep.
Erik stepped into Darcey's room to behold upon a sight he had not expected. The sheet music was laid on the foot of her bed with the violin and bow placed on top of it. What surprised him was to find her curled up in a ball, fast asleep but with telling moisture on her face. She had been crying and he wondered why. Was she sad? Was she in pain? He walked quietly over to her and gently shook her shoulder. "Darcey?" he whispered. She opened her red-rimmed eyes and they found his eyes, filled with concern. She sat up slowly and sat silent and shy on the bed. He sat down next to her. "What's wrong?"
She shook her head, wiping the tears from her face but it was still evident she had crying. Her eyes and tear-stained cheeks told the truth. "It's nothing. I was just remembering the past," she whispered. Erik sighed and when another tear slipped down her face, pulled her tight into his arms.
He rocked her and whispered comforting words to her as she cried. He wondered what had happened to her that was so terrible that the mere thought of it brought tears to her eyes. He wished he could help her. Take away her pain. He hated to see her so miserable. She continued crying softly into his shirt, her arms wrapped around his waist. She quieted and when he looked at her, he found she was asleep again. Her arms were still wrapped tight around his waist as if she was afraid he would leave her.
She was so beautiful and he lifted one hand to brush her hair away from her face. It was longer than it had been when he first met her. He wondered if she was going to grow it out completely. The thought made him sad for some reason. He liked her short hair. It was very flattering to her and though he was sure she would be beautiful with long hair, he secretly hoped she wouldn't let it grow past her shoulders.
As the hours went by and she was still asleep, Erik moved to lay her down. When he tried to release her, her arms tightened. Not knowing what else to do, Erik laid down next to her. He held her tight and stroked her back. Resting his chin on top of her head, he thought for a long time. What were his feelings towards this girl. What was it about her that made her so different and special to him? He was afraid that he was falling in love with her and didn't know how he could stop himself. She was perfect in every way that he could see. But she could never love him just as Christine hadn't been able to. A thought popped into his head that she hadn't run away after spending all that time down in his lair but had instead sought out his company afterwards. He pushed the thought away. He wouldn't give himself false hope. Even if he was in love with her, he could never marry her. She wouldn't accept. He reminded himself that she had yet to see him without his mask. She would no doubt be frightened by the sight.
Yet she had scars too. He had seen the light, white lines on her back and her arms. She had many emotional scars as well. He was afraid those were the ones yet to heal. She seemed to be getting better though. With friends around her, she might be able to heal completely and move past them. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before resting his chin back on it. He closed his eyes. He hoped he would be able to help her.