Hi everyone! This idea kind of just came to me one day. I hope everyone likes it! This fic will take place in both diary entries and in present tense. It's modern and it does involve kidnapping and has occasional foul language so the rating is definitely going to stay T. I hope you enjoy this chapter! I'll update asap!
disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera
I was never really sure who I should blame for what happened to me. I never blamed myself. Teenagers never do. They really are just so selfish. They want everything and when something doesn't turn out right, they blame friends, family, teachers, or even complete strangers. The sad thing is they don't even realize this. The only reason why I did was because of all the free time I have now. I think at first I blamed Raoul. He was the one who convinced me to sneak out that night. But, Meg was the one who thought of the plans in the first place. Then I blamed the psychopaths who attacked us. Finally, I blamed him. He is the who could have just left me to die. Sadly, he just had to 'protect' me, had to love me. Well, it doesn't even matter now. Blaming someone wont even change anything.
Sorry. This probably is just confusing you. I should explain. My name is Christine Daae. I've been kept prisoner in this house for about two months now. How I got here is a pretty long story but somehow I remember ever minute of it. So, I'll just start from the beginning. It seems like the best place to start.
I lived in a town called Farmingdale. It's like any other small town. Most of the younger residence of the town found it boring and gave the town the oh so clever nickname Farmingdull. I was one of those kids. It really was the worse place. All the town had was movie theatres, restaurants, and a bowling alley. I mean if you had money I guess going out to those places could be fun. But, I was poor. I just lived with my dad in a small apartment. My mother died when I was three so I don't really remember her. My dad kept a single picture of her in the dining room. Sometimes when we were eating he'd look at it and start talking to her. It was really sad. He'd always tell me the story of how the met in Sweden. They both lived there when they were younger. My dad never had money. He said he'd make money by playing his violin in a park near the richer neighborhood. That's how he met my mom. My dad was an amazing violinist. It's no wonder why she fell in love with him. They were blissfully happy together. They decided to move to America when she became pregnant with me. I guess because they thought they'd have more opportunities here. Well, she got skin cancer a bit after I was born and died. I think they left a huge scar in my father. He always had this sad look in his eyes. Sorry! Getting off subject here.
Anyway, like I was saying, this town was dull if you didn't have money. When I started high school, I saw how all the teenagers pass their time. There was a woods right next to my school. At night the student, most of the popular ones, would go there and drink and what not. I was forced to go there my sophomore year one night by my best friend Meg Giry. She was more popular than I was. She was just more outgoing and better looking than I was. She was tan and had long brown hair that seemed to never frizz no matter what the weather. I'm pale with curly blonde hair that is so hard to tame. She claimed I was the prettier one. She was such a nice friend. For the most part anyway. She always tried to get me to socialize more. I guess she thought if I got drunk with some of our classmates, I'd open up more.
"Meg," I remember saying to her as we entered the woods. There was a path we had to walk to get to the center of the woods. That was where everyone was. "I really don't want to do this."
"It'll be fun Christine." she said."I promise."
"Sure." I huffed. I didn't want to be there. I never wanted to drink. It just didn't seem like fun to me. But, Meg was my best friend and she practically begged me to go with her. I couldn't say no. "Meg, aren't you cold?" She was wearing a short skirt and a revealing shirt. It was the beginning of spring so there was still a slight chill in the air.
"Nope!" she said and looked at me. "Aren't you warm?" I was wearing a hoodie with skinny jeans and a black turtle neck.
"No." I said. She rolled her eyes.
"I don't understand why you always hide your body. It looks better than mine!" she said and this time I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious! Please take off that hoodie! If you do, I'll wear it."
I sighed and took it off. I didn't want Meg to get sich. She put it on and smiled at me. We reached the party and I tried my best not to groan. There was mostly seniors and a few people from my grade. Of course, they all had a drink in their hand. Meg pulled me over to the crowd and introduced me to her friends. I never felt so awkward. One senior gave me a beer and winked at me. I tried to smile back at him but it felt fake. To make this already extremely long story a bit shorter, I'll just skip over most of the night. Nothing that important happened anyway.
I was sitting on a log listening to my iPod. I ended up giving my drink to Meg. I took one sip of it and gagged. Beer is seriously the most disgusting thing. So, I was the only sober person there. Or so I thought.
"Hey." I heard a voice say over my music. I quickly took my ear buds out and looked up. I was completely shocked to see Raoul De Chagney smiling at me. He was the richest and one of the most popular guys in my school. He was so good-looking. He had blonde hair, slightly darker than mine, and big brown eyes.
"Hi." I said nervously.
"You're Christine right?" he asked.
"Yeah." I said.
"I'm Raoul." he said with a smile. "Can I sit with you?"
"Sure!" I said slightly surprised. He sat down and I tried to think of a way to start a conversation. "Um so...you come to these parties often?"
"Eh. Sometimes. I just come to watch after my brother." he said and pointed to Philip. He was the most popular guy in school and was making out with some girl. "I just wanna make sure he gets home okay."
"That's really nice." I said. "Im here because my friend Meg wanted me to come."
"Oh Meg Giry?" he asked and I nodded. "She's a party animal. Can't believe you guys are friends. You seem so mature."
I blushed and thanked him. We had some more small talk for a little while longer. I was ecstatic the entire time. An extremely good-looking popular guy was talking to me and even occasionally complimenting me. It was every fifteen year old girls dream. Soon though, Meg came stumbling toward us.
"Chris, I gotta go home." she slurred as she tried to stand in one place. "It's almost midnight...I think...and my mom wants us home soon."
I will always remember the way Raoul looked trying not to laugh at my drunk friend. He had the cutest face on...anyway, I got up and was about to say goodbye to him when I realized Meg wasn't wearing my hoodie anymore. When I asked her where it was, she just responded with a shrug and said she didn't remember where she put it. I got upset of course. That red hoodie was one of my favorite things to wear. I guess Raoul saw how sad I looked because he stood up and said he would find it for me and give it back to me on Monday. I tried to protest at first but he insisted on it. So, I thanked him and me and Meg left the woods. I didn't expect to ever see that hoodie again. I didn't expect Raoul to ever talk to me again either. I was wrong though. On Monday, Raoul was standing in front of my locker with my hoodie in his hands. I think that's when I started to fall for him. I could go on and on about how our relationship bloomed but that would probably fill up this whole diary, so I'll just say after a few months of being good friends, me and Raoul started to go out. Meg, Raoul and I were pretty much inseparable for the rest of our high school lives. We did everything together. Besides one thing of course. I was the only one of us to be completely in love with the world of music. True, Meg did love dancing and even got into the school plays because of how good she was but, she never really engrossed herself in it. Unlike me. I swear singing was the perfect way to escape from reality. I could go on for hours just singing songs. Any songs really. New songs, old songs, songs from musicals and even songs from operas.
It's strange to think that something so important to me was the reason my life was ruined. I guess I'm getting a little far ahead of myself. I should explain some more. My senior year, my chorus teacher saw potential in me. His name was Mr. Khan and he told me I really could be a great opera singer one day. I just needed to have a professional work with me.
"I have a friend." I remember him telling me one day after class. "He is a genius in ever way. Especially music. He can mold your voice into something perfect Christine. I know it!"
"Mr. Khan, I would love to have a voice teacher." I said. "But, I just don't have the money for it. I doubt your friend would just teach me for free."
"If he hears your voice, he will." he said confidently. He told me he had a recording from the last play we put on, Beauty and the Beast. I was Belle in it. He said he'll show him the tape and he'll tell me by tomorrow if his friend would help me with my voice. I desperately wanted the help. Mr. Khan had always praised me and said I had one of the best voices he had ever heard from one of his students. It's true. I know I had one of the best voices in my school, but it definitely was not good enough for me to get into any serious plays or operas when I'm older.
The next day when I came into class he had a huge smile on his tan face. His friend had agreed to teach me for free. God, I remember how happy I was that day! My lessons were to start right away. He gave me his address and told me a few things about my new teacher. He was strict, very strict. And he didn't really talk much. He was brutally honest and didn't care if he hurt anyones feelings. Hearing this just got me nervous of course.
"Oh and one more thing." Mr. Khan said quietly. "Your new teacher he um...well how do I put this? Is a little...eccentric. He wears a mask."
"A mask?" I said skeptically. "Really?"
"Yes, he does." he said. "Just don't ask him about it and try not to stare, okay? It's the one subject that he's sensitive about."
"Okay." I said. I should have just realized that this teacher guy was insane and not go to him. But I had to. You see, my dad died during the summer going into my senior year. He got the flu and just couldn't get better. When he was on his death-bed, he told me to never give up my dream of becoming an opera singer. He said when he was in heaven he would send me someone to guid me to that dream. My dad wanted nothing more than for my voice to be heard by the world. This teacher could have been the one he sent to help me. I just had to try.
Of course, I regret this now.
Well, I would go into detail about all of those vocal lessons I had with Mr. Destler, that was his name, but I think I'll save that for another day. I really don't feel like talking about him much right now. Him and I just got into a fight and well yeah...it was bad. But again, this is a story for another day. Let me just focus on how I got here. There is this road near Farmingdale. It's called Sweet Hollow Road. It is seriously the scariest thing in the world. Especially at night. There are so many rumors about the road. All these people apparently died there and their spirits still haunt the area. Some of the spirits are supposed to be nice but the other ones aren't. I believed it of course. If you ever saw Sweet Hallow, you would too. It was just a never-ending road with a forest of trees on both sides. A lot of teenagers went there at night to...I don't know just to scare themselves I guess. Meg had always wanted to go there. I never did. I never liked getting scared. Meg somehow convinced Philip and Raoul into going and he of course got me to go. We took Philip's car there and he brought a bunch of drinks. Him and Raoul were in the front while me and Meg were in the back.
"Try this." Meg said to me and handed me a can. I grimaced and she laughed. "Come on Chris! Live a little. Anyway, if you're a little buzzed, you won't get as freaked out." So, reluctantly I drank it. It was so gross. I swear I'll never drink ever again. Anyway, by the time we got to the road we were all drunk. Even Philip, who was driving. I know what you're thinking. I was an idiot. I know. You don't have to tell me twice. But, I can't change the past.
"You guys heard about all those bodies found on the side the other day?" Philip asked us.
"Everyone knows about that." said Raoul. "It's really screwed up. All of those guys were our age. It takes a really sick person to kill a teenager."
"Guys, can we not talk about this?" I asked as we entered the road. "Not here."
"It's okay Chris!" Meg laughed. "We got two strong men to protect us from murderers!"
"Oh yeah..." said Philip. "They never did find the people who killed them."
"Stop." said Raoul. "You're gonna scare Christine."
"Too late." I sighed and looked out the window. It was so dark out...and I swore I felt like someone was watching me the whole time. Suddenly, the car came to a stop.
"Who wants to check out the cemetary?" asked Philip with an evil smile. He parked right in front of one.
"Are you crazy?" I asked when he got out of the car and Meg soon followed.
"Your girl has no sense of adventure." he told Raoul and he laughed.
"It's okay." he said to me. "They can go explore or whatever. I'll stay here with you."
"Thank you." I said and started to play with my gold crucifix necklace. "I don't think this is a good idea."
"I don't know." he said. "They'll be back soon. I mean what can they actually do in a graveyard?"
So, me and him waited...and waited...and waited. They were gone for more than thirty minutes. I started to feel more and more nervous. "Raoul..."
"I know." he said and took out his phone. He called Philip and Meg about a dozen times but neither of them answered. So, he could only do one thing. He told me to wait in the car while he got them. I protested at first but, he still left. I sat there, now frantically clutching my necklace, waiting for them all to come back. None of them did. After a while, I heard a high pitch scream. "Meg!" I yelled and jumped out of the car. I really wasn't sure what I was doing. I was terrified and still slightly drunk. I started to run towards the cemetary when I saw someone standing by the front gate. He was was about medium height and had brown hair.
"Hey there..." he said quietly and I started to back up. "I knew there was someone else here...had a feeling...that guy swore they were the only ones here though...well we'll have to punish him for that...me and my friends don't like liars." I knew getting back in the car was senseless. He could easily break in. So, I tried to run. Of course, that didn't work. I only ran about two steps before he pushed me to the grown. I looked up in time to see him pull something out of his jacket. It was thin and shined in the moonlight. I screamed out Raoul's name when he jumped on top of me. The rest is kind of a blur. I guess in the struggle he ended up stabbing me a few times. I remember how much it hurt. I really thought I was going to die. But, I didn't obviously. He saved me. My masked 'hero'. My voice instructor. How he knew where I was is another story. Just all you have to know right now is that I didn't die. No one did that night. Philip was beaten into a coma and Raoul and Meg were hurt too. But he saved us. He was just trying to save me but I guess his anger got the best of him and he killed all of our attackers. I'm pretty sure they were the ones who killed those other teenagers.
Okay, so you're all probably curious about how I got here and why I am here. Well, I'll save that for tomorrow. I'm getting kind of tired. I'm not even sure if anyone is ever going to read this. I guess I'm just writing this more for myself. I don't want to forget anything. I just have this fear that he's going to make me forget...that I'll somehow get Stockhollm Syndrome or something. I don't know. I just know one thing. I need to get out of here.