Okay! Two chapter thing is a go!

The week had gone terribly. Christine had made a totally fool of herself! She messed up on closing night at Phantasma, she and Erik had her first fight, and to her surprise she accidentally snapped at one of the caring maids! This was not the Christine that everyone had known and loved. This is not the Christine that she wanted to be. She felt her cheeks become red, as tears began to well in her eyes. She felt a strong pair of hands rest on her shoulders, startling her.

"My dear, you seemed to be concentrating on something. Is everything alright?" Erik had a concerned look in his eye. He could so easily sense what she was thinking, or if something was wrong.

"I'm fine darling. In fact, I think I might go into town."

"Christine, I'm not sure that's the best idea. You're still a little weak, and the last thing I want is yo-." Christine interrupted Erik's sentence with a kiss. That usually shut him up. She felt him slowly begin to kiss back, as his hand massaged her lower back. She broke the kiss and looked into his deep brown eyes. They were gorgeous.

"Erik, I promise you that I will be fine. I will let you know if anything happens. Now, I'm going to get dressed."

Christine rode in the carriage the long journey to Manhattan Beach. When she finally arrived, she suddenly felt a sense of freedom. She loved spending time with Gustave, and Erik, but sometimes (like all mothers) she just needed to be alone for a while. Christine walked along the pavement, window shopping, and marveling at the latest fall fashion. She was free to be alone, away from all of the chaos and ruckus that was her life. Suddenly she noticed a man, with a piece of paper, and a camera. He began running towards her.

"Christine?! Christine Daaé! MISS DAAÉ!"

In a panic, Christine took off as fast as her legs could carry her. More and more people began to notice the commotion as the strange woman ran through the crowd. She could see flashes behind her, she knew it could only be the photographer.

"What in the world could he want with me?" She thought to herself. She finally arrived to the carriage, out of breath a tired.

"Just take me home."

The next day, Christine awoke early. She normally woke up in the early morning, but for the first time in a long time, Christine woke up before the sun. She wrapped herself in a robe, and headed downstairs. She could hear chatter in the kitchen. A group of maids, and chefs all stood in a circle admiring the newspaper. Her maid Mary rushed towards Christine.

"Goodmorning Madame." She smiled and curtsied.

"Hello Mary. May I have the paper?"

The maid began to panic "Oh uh, Mam, it uh, hasn't come y-yet."

Christine was confused. "Then what are the other maids reading?" She quickly walked over to the group completely ignoring Mary. She quickly snatched the paper from the group, as a look of shock and concern flooded their faces. She shook the paper, so she could read it. She instantly regretted her decision. The headline of the paper was the worst thing she could have imagined.

SONGSTRESS CHRISTINE DAAÉ CAUGHT IN A FRENZY! WHAT COULD SHE BE HIDING?

Underneath the headline was none other than Christine herself, running down the sidewalk. She began to feel every emotion imaginable. Most of them were negative. Fear, shock, horror, sadness, regret, self pity. She sat down in a chair so she could read the rest of the article.

"Soprano star Christine Daaé was caught yesterday shopping in Manhattan Beach. Our reporter approached her to ask her some questions about her career. According to our reporter, Christine began yelling at the man! Before she was finished, she ripped his notepad, and ran off down the street. The name Christine Daaé may also be familiar to you for other reasons than her career. Just a month ago Christine was shot by the Phantasma Oh-La-La Girl Meg Giry. Her husband, Raoul the Vicomte de Changy was also recently seen boarding a passenger boat to Paris without Christine or their son. Our only question is: Will the once beloved Prima Donna fall?"

Tears had already began to fall down Christine's face. She couldn't handle it anymore. She needed to escape. Running out of the house, Christine ran out into the humid foggy morning. The humidity instantly made her body wet. Christine looked around frantically before running. Christine ran again as fast as her legs could carry her. She didn't care if they hurt, or if she cried. She just needed to escape. Escape from this humiliation. Christine ran down to the beach. No one was around. Perfect.

She picked up her robe, and walked into the water. She dropped down the flowy fabric, allowing it to float on the water. She walked further and further out into the sea. She sunk down til only her head was showing.

Before her head could go completely under water, she sang what she figured what would be her last words.

Memory

All alone in the moonlight

I can smile at the old days

I was beautiful then

I remember the time I knew what happiness was

Let the memory live again

***I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE SONG 'Memory'*** So yeah, sorry if this is depressing. I thought it was about time that we had a kinda sad/dark chapter. As always PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave a review! You the readers help to determine how often I update(: I love you all so much! Xxx -Ann