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Here's chapter….. 4? Yeah, 4. Sorry, I'm confused.

Well, some of you said Meg's POV was the most enjoyable, so I guess I'll start with her.

(BE WARNED: There may be slight violence in this chapter. And language.)

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P.s italics mean it is a dream. Just so you know.

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MEG'S POV

I walked across a vast field of flowers and grass. The sun was setting, and it was so beautiful.

I looked behind me and saw none other than Christine and what looked to be her dad gazing out into the land.

I ran over to them, only to find that they disappeared.

"Where am I?" I whispered.

No reply. I figure since the only people who are here are me and all the butterflies, that I wasn't going to get one anyways.

I started leaping through the air like a child, never wanting to leave. This place is much better than my old jail cell.

Suddenly, I felt a jolt on my shoulders. I gasped, turned around, and saw Erik, Raoul, Gustave and my mother.

Just then, the skies turned black and all the butterflies flew away.

I felt an earth shattering pain in my hip, and looked down to find I was bleeding.

"HOW DOES IT FEEL?" Erik's voice boomed.

"Does it make you happy to know that I'll never see my mother again?" Gustave cried.

Raoul said nothing, instead, he walked up to me, locked his eyes on mine, picked my up by my neck, and threw me on the ground.

"Little vermin!" He scoffed.

"You are not my little Meg!" MY mother cried as I felt the whole field crumble, as I fell down, down, down.

But then I woke up.

I screamed like a mad woman when I jumped up from bed. Was all this true? Did they all want to do that to me? Was the dream real? I didn't know.

But right at that moment, I despised being alive. Why didn't Erik just kill me? He should've just killed me. Then everything would be over.

I couldn't even stand living anymore. When I got out of this hell, even if it happened, where would I go? I'm known around here now. This whole town, they'd recognize me in a moment. I had been the headline story for weeks.

My mother hates me, and she would never take me back in.

Erik couldn't take me in, either. Maybe if he was alone, but his little boy wouldn't ever be able to cope living in the same household as me. I could never get a job again, even if I went back to France.

So I decided to do the only the only thing I could.

There was a rope outside my cell, right by the bars. If I squeezed my hand out, I could reach it.

Luckily I grabbed it without anyone seeing me and grabbed a chair. Right when I was about to jump, I heard the gates down the hall open.

"Visitor!" I heard the guard shout. Great.

I didn't even have time to jump off when the Vicomte was standing right infront of me, staring as if his heart just stopped.

"Raoul!" I cried. "Erik told me you left yesterday? Why are you here?"

"I'm not telling you a single thing until you step off that chair, understand?" He said quietly.

I stepped off and walked towards him.

"Meg, you can't go through with this." He hugged me.

"No. No I must there's no point in-"

"Yes there is! Imagine your mother. What would she do if-" I cut him off.

"She HATES me! HATES me alright? There's nothing more for me here. I'm the headline story on every paper in the world! I can never do anything, be any-" I couldn't talk anymore. I sat on the ground and hugged my legs.

"Meg Giry. You made a mistake I know you didn't mean to-"

"Don't even say it. Now why are you here." I asked coldly.

"I didn't tell Erik that I was leaving today because I didn't want him to know that I was coming to see you." He sighed.

`"Well you aren't helping." I started. "As soon as you leave, I'm hopping off that chair and leaving here. Forever."

"I knew you were going to." He spoke quietly, "I was just going to try to prevent it. Meg, you're such a beautiful women, and you've been treated unfairly all your life. If you learn to forget it, maybe you can look toward the future."

"I can't even think that way, Raoul. Everyone knows me, and they can recognize me on the streets. Nobody could ever love me, or even-"

"Yes, they could. In fact, I was thinking about killing myself." He sighed, as I watched a tear roll down his face.

"No, you can't-"

"Yes, I should, even. Christine isn't alive, and even if she were, I've been such an ass to her and everyone that I could never make up for it."

"NO! You can't okay! You just can't! You're attractive and don't have a criminal record, I'm sure you could find someone to love you!" I yelled.

"No, no, shush! You must not talk so loud! They are going to think that something is going on!" He whispered.

SORRY for the short chapter, but I needed to ask if you guys are alright with Meg/Raoul.

I know it's a touchy subject, because some of you aren't okay with M/R, and I get that.

Just let me know what you think.

P.S I probly won't write a new chapter until at least one of you tells me if M/R is okay or disgusting.

PEACE OUT!