AN: not sure how many people liked this story... Or even read it... but hey! For those who did I shall continue. Thanks for all the reviews: D

Erik: Why are you writing about me? Why does everyone always write about me?!?!

Me: Cause you are sexy and hot and we all love you!

Erik: AM NOT!

Me: ARE TOO!

Erik: NOT!!

Raoul:...duh...

Me and Erik shut up and glare!

ME: shall we kill him together?

Erik: excellent.

anywho on with the story!

Chapter One

"Life Goes On"

I sat at my desk pondering what to do with myself. I had so much more time on my hands since Christine had left, my life was back to normal… almost, if you could call it normal. I must find a way to keep myself out of my dark thoughts; I must not give into the darkness completely. I thought to myself, I had nothing more to do I was alone once again, and having a small taste of what life could be like had ruined me completely.

I had loved and for a small amount of time I had thought that someone may love me back but now I knew the truth now. I felt as if I had been used for my talent… for my music. I had taught her and she had betrayed me. No! I mustn't think of her now. She is no longer here and I wish she never was. Oh how could I wish that… she showed me a small amount of love and for that I will always love her, to the day I die but I must think of something ells before I lose myself. I shivered with the thought of becoming insane. Yes it was true some thought I already was but I knew better, I was not insane but I seemed quite close to finding my way to insanity these days. If only there was some way to-Oh its hopeless there is no way I could ever live a normal life. No one would ever accept me for what I am. For the thing! I am.

A tear ran down my face as I thought of my lonely life, only because of a face people hated me. I looked to the sealing for any hope any at all, I know that I had long since given up in the thought of god, but for once in thirty years I prayed. I prayed for god to forgive me and to release me of the horror that lay not only in my face, my whole body but also for the horror in my soul.

When I woke the next morning, I-out a small glimmer of hope-looked in the last remaining mirror in my 'house' and saw the same face I had seen since I was able to remember. Out of pure hate I smashed it into hundreds of peaces, which littered the floor, casting strange light onto the ceiling. My expression behind the mask softened as I thought of the beautiful way it shimmered in the candle light.

Days past, then weeks and even months, yet I still could not go back to the way I had lived before. I knew I had no were ells to go, so I had no chose but to stay, but there was no harm done in wishing.

I tried to live again to stop myself from sinking deep into my dark abyss of my mind. But yet again the more I tried the harder it was, and I found myself slipping farther into unreality. Farther, drawn back into the depths of my mind. What had Christine done to me? That I will never know the answer to but I do think that somehow it was not her, who was under my spell, but me, who was under hers, the spell of love, entwining into my soul.

That night I had watched her row away with her young lover, Raoul, I think that she had taken my heart with her. As I watched her go I had kept my composure but once she was out of sight I fell to my knees and cried, cried for lost love, and for a final glimpse of happiness. I only wish that she would have left my heart to me, so I could do with it what I will. I now realize I will never have anything close to what I had with her. That one moment, that one kiss, no one else will ever dream of kissing me, this thing that I am.

Erik: Your pathetic

Me: oh yeah? you think you could do any better?

Erik: Yes.

Me: i know you could... cause your so freaken SMART :D

Erik: sure...

Me: well you are!

Erik: NO

Me: YES

Erik: NO!!!

Madame Girry: SHUT IT BOTH OF YOU. ERIK YOU ARE SMART DEAL WITH IT. LIZ YOUR JUST TRYING TO PISS HIM OFF CAUSE YOU THINK HE'S HOT WHEN HE'S MAD!!!

Me:... (in little voice)... he's just hot in general... (Receive glares from both)... just hotter when he's mad...