More Drabbles!
I’ve lived these past few years in the depths of these cellars, my eternally night-bound passages in a world of darkness-unlike my house by the lake, however. A world that, outside my hidden door, is colored in shades of blacks and grays, along with the omnipresent, eerie blue glow of the lake. Not a problem for my eyes, and me as I have the uncanny ability to see in the dark. My house provides a welcome relief from the dreariness of the shadows, although I do welcome their excellent hiding qualities. Welcome to my colorless world of darkness and solitude.
Apollo’s Lyre
As I watched the object of my obsession and ministrations turn to her lover and tell of what happened below, I couldn’t bear this savage torture to my heart. I crush a monstrous sob as she recounts the past events. Clinging to Apollo’s Lyre high above the roof of the Paris Opera, I cannot help but release a soft moan as she recounts the disaster of that horrid night. Although it breaks my heart in two and fuels my madness, I must admit I’ve lost, or risk endangering the love of my life. I loose my howl above Paris’ streets.
Family? What Family?
Christine, you ask of my family? I have none-at least, that I know of anymore or care to remember or associate with. I do not even have a familial name, Mademoiselle Daaé.
Oh what fun it must be, Christine, to have a family that loves and cares for and about you. Oh-I’m sorry-I forgot your family is all dead. I did not mean to make you cry. Please forgive me, my dear.
If anything, I do not dare wish upon another the pain and humility that was forced upon me during my childhood. Death’s my family, and always has been.
Parents?
Tell me, Christine, what were your parents like? What’s it like to have parents? Adults who love and care for you? A mother who cherishes you and a father willing to do anything to feed and protect you? Parents who dote on you and reminisce fondly on your childhood?
Tell me; is it all worth the pain and loss? Is-or was-it all that they claim to be? If you had a child with me, would you find it in your heart to show it the motherly kindness and love that I was never shown? I never knew mine well.
Never A Father
At my age, one would expect a man or woman to have children at least, if not grandchildren or even, perhaps, great grandchildren. But, unluckily,ch that would be an impossibility for one like me.
For one thing, I’d hate to see what my offspring would look like. Odds are, any children I would produce-if I myself am not sterile-would probably end up with my very gruesome features. And, that is only if any woman would lay with me… Which I highly doubt will ever happen-willingly or not. And I wouldn’t dare have my way and leave any witnesses alive…