Alright, so for some reason fan fiction is being stupid, so be glad that this posts! Also, here is a fact about me... I have a heart problem and i have needed to get 3 open heart surgerys as a baby. Now, read away my lovelies!

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(Jemma's P.O.V)

I cried as I made my way through the opera house. I stomped up
the stairs and to my room. At the moment I didn't care who I woke up.
I just didn't want to see Erik!

"I HATE MEN!" I shouted as I stormed into my room of which I
forgot that I shared with Christine. "UGH!"

I tore off the stupid clothes that Erik gave me and angrily ripped
the ribbon out of my hair. I stood behind the changing curtain and got
into a blue night gown and walked back out. There I saw Christine now
sitting up with a mess of hair atop her head.

"Look who decided to show up." She said through a yawn. I just
tossed Christine a dirty glare. "Sit."

I listened to her and took a seat on the edge of my bed as I
continued to cry. I let my head fall into my hands. I was a bit uneasy. Could I really tell Christine
what happened? I may be mad at Erik but I had promised that I wouldn't
tell of his secret.

"Tell me where you were for the past day or so." Christine
crossed her arms. "And why you are crying." She took out some matches
from the nightstand drawer and lifted them up. She lit a match and
lifted up to the nasty yellow colored wax candle resting on a brass
candle holder. "And why you were shouting when you came up here and
anything else you are keeping hidden."

I just stared into the bright light of which illuminated the
room. I got lost in the glow and my mind began to wander. I felt as if
the light was burning a deeper hole in my soul than already was
there. It was an intense feeling. I just looked into the candle light
and let it pour into my empty heart. It just made me cry even more.
When I tossed my head into my hands, I snapped out of my little trance
that the intense light put me in.

"I…I can't Christine." I lifted my head and looked into my
friend's heart warming brown eyes.

She looked bewildered. "Well sure you can Jemma. I'm your friend."

I looked at her with sad eyes. "I'm sorry but I just can't. I made a promise and I am not going to break it just because I am mad."

Christine cracked a small smile. "Jemma, I love your loyalty, but if keeping a promise is making you cry then you need to break it. You need to break promises sometimes Jemma. That is just how life works."

I stared still at my loving friend. No wonder Erik loves her. She is the sweetest human being on this earth! As far as the eye can see, Christine has no flaws what so ever. Just staring into her eyes as she cracks her pure gold smile could make any man melt! And her voice. Her voice is as sweet as honey. 'When she sings' it is as if the whole world freezes around you.

"Christine, my dear friend." I gave her a half hearted smile. "Maybe if I was as flawless as you then I wouldn't have these problems with men."

Christine looked emotionally torn. "Ah but Jemma, there is more to me then meets the eye." She leaned forward and rested her hands on my weary shoulders. "No one person is flawless. I can say, that you my friend, are the smartest most caring person I know. We all have our flaws Jemma, but if people take the time to get to know you as Meg and I have, they would see just how wonderful you are and how lucky they are to have you in their lives."

Christine and Meg always know how to warm my heart and make me feel good inside. I leaned in and hugged Christine. "You are the best friend anyone could ask for Christine." I whispered into her ear. I pulled away and gave her my best fame smile.

She shrugged. "I try!" I giggled a girly giggle. "Now, let's go to sleep shall we? Tomorrow people will be asking where you were. I've got your back though." I smiled, as did Christine.

"Maybe I will tell you where I was tomorrow. But all you may know tonight is that I was crying because of one stupid and idiotic man."

"Aren't all men stupid in their own ways?"

We shared a laugh. "Goodnight Christine." I crawled under my covers.

"Goodnight Jemma." The light which shone so bright in the small room died when Christine blew it out. The darkness alone made me feel lonely once again.

I curled into a ball and waited before I heard Christine's heavy breathing slow down and lighten a bit. I knew she was asleep.

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling as I turned to lay on my back. Then, I let it all out. My tears, my feelings…my heart and soul. Tears streamed down my face. Erik was right. I should have died with my parents. It is my fault that they died anyway! Erik was right, I would be better off dead!

After a while of crying and putting myself down, I fell asleep at last.

(Erik's P.O.V)

I tossed the wine bottle down causing glass to shatter every which way. I needed to find Jemma though! I ran to the lake and hopped into my boat. I started to row down the river as fast as I could.

'Why do you care what happens to her? She deserves to die for the way she treated you. She is just a foolish ballet rat.' My mind tried to persuade me to go back to my lair and let what ever happens happen.

In my heart though, I knew I had to keep going. She may just be a ballet rat but she did something so one else dared to do. She called me her friend.

I continued to row until I reached land. Then I made my way to her room which she shared with Christine. Just great.

I looked through the hole and listened closely. My breathing was fast and so I tried to slow it down.

"I HATE MEN!" a shaky voice shouted, followed by a door slamming shut. The voice was so loud and sudden that I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"UGH!" The voice groaned. I looked into the room and saw Jemma. She had a tear stained face with red puffy eyes. I shrunk back a little at the sight. I made her cry.

'She is just a ballet rat! Go back to your lair!' My mind shouted. I paid no attention to the voice inside my head though. Instead, I stopped my fast breathing to the point of which I was barely breathing. I didn't want to risk getting caught.

Out of sheer nervousness, I started to straighten my pants with my hands. The cool fabric rubbing against my hand calmed me down for what ever reason. I found that I had been looking out of the ground when I was in conflict with myself, so I looked back up.

Great! Just my luck! I just had to put the see through mirror here! Here of all places!

When I looked up I had seen Jemma getting undressed. Not that I had a problem with seeing that but…she is my friend! I can only think of Christine's nudity!

I pinched my leg to try and get the dirty thoughts out of my mind. I didn't need to think of any person's nudity. Yes, I am a man with urges, but no woman would ever take me as their lover, and I wouldn't take any other woman besides Christine.

I shook my head. I am not supposed to be thinking like this! I am the phantom! I should think of how to get Christine! Christine is the only one that I would want to wake up to in the morning time. She is who I would like to be tangled up in the sheets with at dusk. Christine is the woman who I want to be able to confined in. Christine is my everything!

I couldn't get the picture of Jemma nude out of my head. Damn! I shouldn't think about her like this! She is not the girl that I want so close to my body. She would not bring me pleasure! She never could! She couldn't even compete with Christine's beauty! There was no doubting though that Jemma was a beautiful girl.

Ah! Damn! I smacked my head in an attempt to get Jemma out of my head. At least those dirty thoughts. Instead I just looked back up at the two girls now talking.

"Maybe I will tell you where I was tomorrow. But all you may know tonight is that I was crying because of one stupid and idiotic man." Jemma said to Christine.

"Aren't all men stupid in their own ways?" Christine replied. The two girls laughed and then Christine blew the candle out. Even after just waking up, Christine was beautiful. That Is the girl that I want to wake up with each day. Fingers intertwined and body's so close we can feel each other's body heat.

The girls laid down and Christine was quickly asleep. She looked so beautiful.

Just as Christine fell asleep, Jemma's words hit me like a brick in the face. I made her cry. I had caused tears of sadness to run down her porcelain face. I frowned to myself. I knew I had gone a bit to far saying that she should die with her parents.

I continued to stand there just to watch Jemma sleep for whatever reason. Something alarmed me though. She was shaking. I put my ear up to the cold glass and heard silent sobs. I froze.

Damn! She was crying again! I stood there for a while longer and waited for her to stop crying, just watching over her.

When I was sure that she was asleep, I pulled back the glass and walked in. The change in temperature hit me right away as I suddenly felt warm air brush up against my body. I shut the mirror and walked up to the girls, taking a look at each with a close eye.

On my left on one bed lay my angel of music, Christine. I turned towards her and smiled. She is such a beautiful being. I pulled off my right glove and then extended my hand out to run a finger down her face, caressing her silk like skin. So soft and rich, just how I had always imagined it to feel like. I moved my finger up and down ever so lightly. Then I brought it up to her hair.

I took a few strands of her locks into my fingers and just held it. Even from here I could smell her rose like shampoo, seeped into her beautiful brown hair.

I dared look down at her body. She had kicked the blanket to the end of the bed. She was covered by a mere night gown of which showed off all of her curves. Though my eyes made their way to her breasts, I knew that even though she was asleep that it would be wrong for me to get even a quick feel.

Before that little voice inside of my mind could say anything to make me reach out and feel her body, I tore my gave away from my lovely little songbird.

I ogled over at Jemma. She was curled into a ball facing the wall. "Did I hurt you ami?" I ran my hand down her silken hair.

"Jemma….I know that you can't hear me right now but I am sorry. I have never said that before…to anyone. Then again I have never had a friend. I make many mistakes, more than most. One mistake that I do not wish to ever make is hurting you so bad that I lose you forever. Jemma my friend, something about you makes my heart skip a beat. When I look into your beautiful eyes, I forget about Christine, I forget about the world. Please Jemma, don't hate me. And please, I beg of you, do not die with your parents. I would never be able to forgive myself." I knelt down and kissed her head.

I stood straight up and turned around I pulled on my glove and then I froze in my place. I just kissed Jemma. Sort of. My lips touched her body so I suppose that is a kiss.

Oh no! That is not helping with the fact that I am trying to push her away! I needn't worry about some ballet rat!

I swiftly ran back to the tunnels and shut the mirror. Then I ran down a bit so that no one could hear me. "DAMN!" I then punched a rocky wall. I heard a crack and knew that it had come from my me.

I pulled my hand away and held it close to my chest. That really hurt! I may be the phantom, but I am still a man, a living and breathing human being who has urges and feels pain. Both emotional pain and physical. That right there was some serious physical pain. I shook my hand out and continued to walk.

Why did I kiss her? Why was I letting myself get so close to her? She is nothing but a bother! I'm not saying that she should die but…she should just leave me alone and mind her own life. Besides, if I did get to close to her, she might get hurt. I am not the safest man in the world to be around. I was surprised that I held myself back from hitting her today. Yes I did push her, but I could have done much worse.

I got into my gondola and slowly rowed down the lake. I stared at my reflection in the water for a while and then just stopped rowing. The boat would make it's way to land on it's own. I just needed to think and right now felt like the perfect moment for some deep thinking.

I stared into the mucky water. The water washes everything away. To bad it can't was all of my imperfections away. I have killed many people. My hands hold the blood of others. I lifted my gloved hands and looked at them with icy eyes.

Underneath my right glove, a stinging pain burned my hand. I paid no attention to that though. I just stared at my hands. Hands that have killed. I tore my gaze away from my hands which seemed to hold more than just pain. I looked into the water instead.

My white mask shone bright in the shaky reflection, only able to be seen by the fire sticks lined along the walls of my safe haven. Beneath my mask lay a monster's face. I wear this mask so that I don't have to face the horrid figure that stares back at me each and every time I sit in the boat and glance down at the water. Not even my own mother could stand my appearance.

As the boat continued to drift downstream, I continued to stare into the water. Oh how I wished in the depths of my cold heart that I could have a fair shot at life. The chance in life that every man has. A loving mother and father to support them in all of life's decisions. Friends to tell all of your secrets to. The ability to go where ever they please once they at the appropriate age to travel. The opportunity to meet a lovely woman.

I have met a woman. The right woman for me. Miss Christine Daze. No one person can compare to her beauty. When Christine walks into my sight, she doesn't know it, but my heart skips a beat. She just has a certain glow to her. When I saw her sing and perform in Hannibal, she gave a dazzling performance. One that I was proud of. She had confidence radiating all through out her body draped in a puffy pink dress dabbed with thousands of specks of sparkles.

That is why I love her. She is beautiful both inside and out. A bubbling ray of bright sunshine. If I were a regular man with dashing looks, I would have a chance with Christine. I would be able to ask her out to supper, pick her up in a rented carriage and bring her to a fancy restaurant. We would sit there and sip on some white wine while we talked and laughed about the things that had happened to us that day.

After supper, I would wrap my arm around Christine as we walked out of the restaurant together like a happy couple. I would then take her for a nice walk in the park to watch the sun set, hiding behind the hills and kissing us goodbye with it's magnificent orange and pink glow. I would be able to lean in and give Christine a kiss on her soft pink lips and watch her smile brightly under the now rising moon.

Once it got to dark out, we would walk back to the carriage together. I would hand her my coat for if she got chilled. She would smell of me. On the ride home, she would rest her head on my shoulder, ready to shut her precious eyes for the night.

Once we arrived at the Opera House, I would help her out and walk her to the grand steps. She would stand on her tip toes and peck my lips with a gentle and soft kiss. I would watch as she prances up the steps and out of sight. Then I would smile ear to ear like a complete fool.

Before I could think any farther into my fantasy of Christine, my body flew forward in the boat, but not enough to make me fall over. It was just a painful reminder that the boat had stopped and I was at the foot of my lair. I stood up and walked towards my kitchen. I rarely eat, but I keep all of my drinks in the kitchen. Along with a few other objects such as a first aid kit. I never know when Christine is going to break up with that fop and make the right choice by coming to me. What if she were to get hurt down here? Also…I am sometimes careless and stupid and sometimes get held up in one of my own traps. Or the times that I get overly angry at myself or the world and do something stupid…like punching a wall.

I reached up and opened the wooden cabinet and looked around. All I saw was scattered whisky bottles of which I kept up in the cabinet. They were not an alcohol worthy of being in the wine cabinet.

I pushed whiskey to the left and right and then I found it. The first aid kit. I took it out and slammed the cabinet door shut. Then I looked down at the first kit that I set on the counter. It was just a dusty oak box with some pain killers, gauze wrap with some bandages. I opened it up and coughed as the collection of dust flew towards me. When I was finished with my coughing fit, I took out the bandages, then I put the kit away.

I held the bandages lightly in my injured hand as I walked out to my grand organ. I took a look at my surroundings. Scattered music, pictures, blank paper, candles and some other random things that I used to build my sculptures of Christine. Yup, this is my life. A lonely life where my company is made by the mice that run away and the sculptures of Christine. Of coarse I also have my music. If it weren't for my music I would die of loneliness.

I pivoted towards my organ, sliding my legs underneath of it. I set the bandage roll on the music stand of the organ while I took off my right glove. I set my glove down and looked at my hand. It was red an swollen. Now it matched my face and chest from my many beatings as a kid.

I lifted the rolled up bandages from my organ and unraveled them. I took one and wrapped it around my hand, wincing a bit at the pain. I was sure I had broken my hand.

Once my hand was wrapped, I stood up. I needed some sleep in a real bed. I walked to the bed that both Christine and Jemma slept in. Jemma had even left my cape on the bed. I picked it up and held it to me. I didn't mean to, but I smelled it. The best smell in the world! Vanilla mixed with violets. I held the cape to my chest as I kicked my shoes off and fell onto the bed. It felt so good to be laying on a real bed. I had been sleeping in a sitting position for the past few nights. Now I was in a comfy bed and could think in peace.

Yes, I loved Christine, but was it possible to have a thing for a dancer? She is the only person to call me a friend and come close to me willingly. Not even Madame Giry could stand me. To the world I was a monster. To Jemma though, I was only a monster on the inside. Jemma was different. She saw something in me that not even I could see in myself.

Of course I had to be stupid and call her a whore and tell her to basically die. She didn't deserve that. What she said was indeed harsh, but she was right. I needed to get my act together and I think I now see that. I just hope Jemma can forgive me, as I would never forgive my self if she died. I am glade that she didn't do the wrong thing and do something stupid. Instead she went to her room. And the best thing, even though she was mad at me, she didn't tell of where she was. Not even to Christine. Just like she had promised when I first let her leave.

Jemma is indeed a loyal friend and I know that I never wanted to lose her. I will do what ever it takes to get her to forgive me for my actions. Christine will always be before Jemma though.

And with that I fell asleep, still holding my sweet smelling cape.

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Alright, so at the end of each chapter, i will ask a question as in the beginning, I state one fact about myself. So my question is really easy today. What do you all think will happen in the next chapter? Comment what you think!