Chapter 14 Forgiveness

                                    

                                          
Erik's POV
                          
How could I've been so stupid! I shouldn't have told Sennett, I shouldn't have done anything!  But it was too late...Christine hates me and she'll never speak to me again, even Sennett hates me, even if she never told me to leave her alone I could sense that I scared her to death and she would never want to see me which I wouldn't blame her I wouldn't never want to see me again either..all I am is some alien that whenever steps it takes would lead to disaster. 

                          
For weeks I hardly did anything but smashed my organ every once and a while, I know I create beautiful music but then again without a voice all I compose is music with dreadful emotion, without a voice to narrate the melody. I also paced so much back and forth, thinking that maybe I would plan my way out for them to forgive me. I leaned back from my organ and reached over for a knife, I calmly played with it, "this is hopeless." I said emotionless, looking at the knife from it's wooden handle all the way to it's silver point, not being  careful I brought the knife so deathly close to my wrist, "without Christine there is no life..." As I closed my eyes and let my hand wander on it's own with the knife I heard splashing.

                          
"Erik!" Sennett's voice called out. I put down my knife and walked by the water and looked at the gate. I saw Sennett and Christine struggling as they walk in the water.
                          
"Christine! Sennett!" I shouted happily, reaching my arms towards them
                          
Christine grabbed my arm first and smiled so lovingly, I swore that all of the depression I once felt as faded away, "Erik I wanted to tell you something."
                          
I smiled and then raised my hand out to her, "wait here Christine." I ran out of the lake and then turned around, raising my arms up a bit to make the gate open magically.
                          
"Erik!" Christine said, running over to me and giving me a tight embrace.
                          
I stood trembling, my hands were shaking and not knowing what else to do , but inside of me I was dancing of happiness, "C-christine! What are you doing here?"
                          
She looked up at me with her beautiful brown eyes, her rosy lips curved into a smile, "I came to say that...I forgive you."
                          
I stepped back from her, shocked at her confession. I might have already died or must be in a hallucination because of this, "What did you say?"
                          
"I forgive you Erik." She repeat, stepping towards me, "I want to give you a second chance."
                          
I trembled a bit, feeling overly joyed as if I might fall and die a happy man. She forgives me? I turn my back away from her, "Why? Why would you forgive your poor Erik?"
                          
"Because I want too, sure it was wrong for you to lie to me but after all you did was just to support me and help me become a better singer and you took care of me when no one would...you were my only friend and I can't lose you, not now not ever." She embraced me again and wept, feeling her body shake as she cried.
                          
I slowly patted her on the back, tears were starting to fall in my eyes as well, "and I am very honored to be your friend Christine, always have always will." 
                          
She raised her teary face up at me, she was smiling wide as ever before, "So do I Erik." She embraced me tightly again and I embraced right back, I look over Christine's shoulder and saw that Sennett was still here..
                          
"Sennett!" I called out to her, I saw her eyes quickly staring back at me.
                          
Christine let go of me and turned to Sennett, "thank you so much for bringing me here!"
                          
Sennett nodded, "your welcome...I guess I should be going then."
                          
"Your can stay if you want to Mon Ami." I said, reaching out to her.
                          
She smirked and shook her head, "don't worry about me, I have other things to do anyway."
                          
As she left without another word Christine sighed sadly. "I think she felt left out, maybe I should go with her..."
                          
I shook my head, "no Christine, besides she said she had other things to do. Now let's begin with warm ups shall we?"
                          
Sennett's POV
                          
As I walked out of the lair I felt silent tears shedding on my cheeks. Yes I agreed to take Christine to the lair and not interrupt their precious moment but at the same time all I wanted to do was just to break them apart, having enough with their fluffy words. I touched my forehead, feeling exhausted, never in my life have I felt this way before! When I first met Erik my heart was thumping fast and butterflies were in my stomach, when I saw Erik staring at the knife at his lair I was horrified, I was on the verge of screaming his name out so he wouldn't hurt himself, I did shout out his name but I couldn't be on the verge of screaming horror. And now since I saw him and Christine embracing I felt heated anger and I didn't even know why.
                          
I finally was back to the opera house and I ran all the way to the stagehand's room where everyone from backstage would sleep. Once I got there I looked around and saw six or ten people huddling together for warmth. I sighed disappointingly at the sight I was seeing...out in the spotlights you get to live a life of luxury, sleeping on fine beds, dressing up at the finest silk costumes while the people backstage get nothing of what they want. At least the good thing is that they get food, clothes and a bed but it was not right....there are talents inside that little theatre box.
                          
I walked all the way to the bed that was on top of all the rows of worn out beds. I stopped by the edge of the bed to face a sickly pale old man with graying brown hair and bloodshot green eyes. 
                          
"Sennett?" He whispered weakly.
                          
I shushed him up by squeezing his hands, I smiled down at him with care, "hello papa."