I do not own Phantom of the Opera sadly...

Today was a day just like any other well for me anyways. It's 3:00pm on a Friday and I just got out of school. I look around at all of the kids laughing and talking with friends and some calling their parents to ask for rides and permission to go out on the weekend. I don't do either of these anymore. My parents died in a car accident last fall, it was just after my eighteenth birthday... lucky me. I inherited everything including a small but comfortable house in the forest outside of town. As for friends I have only ever had one true friend Raoul de Changy, but he moved away right before my parents died his father got an offer from the company he worked for that he could not refuse. There's nothing wrong with me, I could make friends if I tired, but ever since the death of my parents I couldn't look at other people without feeling jealous of their families and how happy they were. I sigh and walk to my little blue Toyota under the tree. I get in and start towards my home.

About half an hour of watching the houses get further and further away I pull into my driveway and stop the car. I open the door and walk over to the mailbox on the side of the house. There's a couple of bills and a magazine or two nothing of interest. I dig around in my pockets for my keys, just as I am about to turn the door knob the feeling is back. You know that feeling you get when someone is watching you? Well I have it all the time. And I mean all the time everyday, everywhere I go I feel as if someone or something is watching and waiting. I scan the tree line and see nothing, suppressing a shudder I turn the knob and go inside. I set the mail on the table and turn on the stove to make tea. I pull my ipod from my backpack, put on my headphones and press play. The sweet sound of "Dark Waltz" sung by Hayley Westenra sounds in my ears. I sing alone belting out the high notes as I dance around the kitchen.

We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the color runs together

I'll keep you company
In one glorious harmony
Waltzing with destiny forever

I continue my trip around the kitchen preforming what I remember from ballet. I soon move on going into the living room.

Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light

Time dances whirling past
I gaze through the looking glass
And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven

Sacred geometry
Where movement is poetry
Visions of you and me forever

Careful not to trip or hit any furniture I pretend to waltz with an invisible man all the while my singing echoes through the empty house.

Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light

Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Let the dark waltz begin
Oh let me wheel - let me spin
Let it take me again
Turning me into the light

I let out the final note letting it ring throughout the hall. Sighing I turn around and head back into the kitchen to get my tea when I see something black move out of the corner of my eye. I whirl around still panting from singing and dancing, to see absolutely nothing. I should have known, I was being foolish of course there's no one there I live alone and have no one that would ever visit. Still I can't dismiss that feeling, it's comforting but creepy I am not sure what to think of it. I go back into the kitchen and was about to grab my tea when I realize that I didn't lock the door when I came in. Oh well, it's not as if I need to, I snort as I make my way to the back door. I reach out and lock the door with a resounding 'click', close my eyes and spin around on my heel and right into a solid object. An object that I don't recognize and has according to my hearing a heartbeat. My eyes open wide as I see a figure dressed in all black with a white mask covering the right side of his face. I let out a scream that could rival screech owls and bolted to the kitchen. I made it about ten feet before strong arms caught me around me waist dragging me back and a white cloth with some nasty smelling liquid was pushed over my mouth and nose. I looked up and saw black eyes gazing down at mewith victory, pity, determination and... guilt mixed with another emotion I couldn't quite place. Well at least I think they're black they're so dark everything is getting dark. I swayed back and forth slowly before my world went as dark as the man's eyes.

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