gsleonard

I hadn’t been able to sleep all night, I rubbed my eyes, trying to get them to focus. It was about seven in the morning and I didn’t have to do anything until the afternoon, so I guess I’ll take a shower. I never really liked morning showers, it always felt awkward pulling on clothes after drying off, it made my pants feel like they were too small for me or something, not to mention that it left my hair wet for hours and it never really seemed attractive to go to school with wet hair. Now I’m years out of school. Four years ago I went to see the The Phantom of the Opera at the Royal Albert Hall and found Erik. A sharp

I opened my eyes. I had not slept, but the hours had passed in quiet solitude as I sat at my organ. How had so many years passed since she died? My Danielle. My light. The only one who had looked at me with eyes of love. What I would give just to see her cheeks dimple in her beautiful  full smile once more, just once. The image of her face, still fresh in my mind, quickly changed to the horrible image of the last time I had seen her. I had sat there, helpless as her veins ruptured and she bled out, only five paces from where I sat hunched over, trying to compose an opera in her name. Yes, I had the horrible parts down, the times she left me,

I swiped the red across my lips. I looked into the mirror and made a kissy face. The red looked trashy on me, hilariously clashing with the green eyeshadow and bright pink blush that was carelessly drawn onto my face. Standing in the make-up aisle at Local Grown I played with the colors, planning to walk around town and do my daily business while pretending nothing was wrong. My brothers were probably wondering where I was now. Serves them right. When they  stuck me in a room sitting around and doing nothing, they should have known I’d get bored, and they know what I do when I get bored by now, if they have a problem, then that’s

This was too hard on me; seriously, what is my life coming to? A giant fan fic mixed with mythology? First I was hurled back in time and fell in love with the most unattainable, deprived man in fictional history only to die tragically in his arms and get my ass pulled back here and die again for...this? Der Tod just stood there like he was bored and wasting his time. I mean the least he could do is apologize! I mean, the guy killed me! Twice! I’ve died three times in less than sixteen years, what am I? A cat? He seemed to take my action pretty well. “Bitch, you must be playin’.”  I pulled myself into a sitting positio

I looked at the woman in my arms; yes, now I could call her a woman. After all I had done to her she still loved me. It almost made me sick how loving she was to a beast like me. I had managed to pull her away from the blood, so none of it was able to sully the rich blue fabric of her close-fitting dress. She looked like a goddess, more beautiful than Aphrodite, Hera and Athena combined. There, at the corner of her mouth, was a stain of red. The only indication of her death. I unwound my arm from around her and, gently as I could, wiped it away. Tears had not ceased to fall since she died, her arm outstretched like she was grasping for someth

Christine stood there, trembling in fear as Erik shot dagger at her from his eyes. His hands were still clasping mine, but now it was more painful than sweet. Then he turned from Christine to look at me; Erik looked at me with the most betrayed look in his eyes, almost as if he wanted to cry. I was shocked to silence, begging with my eyes to tell him that I wasn’t any part of this. God, I didn’t know what to do. The sound of hundreds of marching boots shook us from our pause, it couldn’t have lasted more than a minute. I looked around; the gendarmes were fast approaching. Erik lunged into action, pulling the sword from its

ERIK I watched Danielle slip away from me again. No! I slammed my fist into the side of the nearest headstone. Why did I always have to push her away? I was so stupid! I tried to calm myself by taking a deep breath; little of my anger and self loathing faded. But now I was faced with the challenge of getting home. Danielle had taken Cesar, leaving the carriage. I’d have to find a way to rent a horse or steal one and make it look like it ran away. I walked the way of the carriage and found… nothing. My horse was gone, the carriage was gone; there was nothing left aside from the grooves in the snow that indicated movement. They had

I woke up to the sound of birds tweeting overhead. Dawn had broken, but the sky had darkened under the heavy clouds that softly released dots of white. Snow. I’d never seen snow before, it never came where I lived in California; the closest we’d ever come to snow is hale. I remembered being a little girl and completely enchanted by the cold, hard balls of ice that bounced off the red bricks of our deck. It was winter then and everything was green, the trees, the stems on the flowers, the moss peaking through the cracks in between the mortar of the bricks. It was beautiful then, I can’t describe how perfect everything looked

I looked out the carriage window to the looming figure that was the Opera Populaire. I almost felt physically sick. I wished I could just run and hide somewhere and eat all day until I died, or something; but no, I have to be grown-up about this and tough it out. Christine and Raoul were talking quietly to each other, I’m sure Raoul was trying to get Christine to stay with him. “I’m going to go inside, you two spend a few minutes together before we need to be there.” I turned and opened the door, ready to climb down. Raoul’s hand clamped down on my wrist, preventing me from taking the first step. “Daniell

Shakily, I sat down on the step I'd been standing on. I could only remember vaguely what had happened, it's like everything happened so fast, it was a blur. I remembered turning to see Erik after getting ready for the finale and singing with him, what had we sung again? Erik hadn't sung anything with Christine when it was them. Wait. Fuck. It was me. I was going to be Aminta and Christine wasn't. The story had blown so far off track that now everything was a mess. It was all my fault; somehow, I'd messed up the greatest love-tragedy ever written. I felt goosebumps run up and down my arms and shivers rack my body. God, what just happened? All