I could hardly stand being in front of him like this anymore. I took a step back and quickly made a break for it. I ran as fast as I could ignoring Mat's cries of "MELISSA!" over and over again. I ran so fast I was losing my breath fast. Suddenly I tripped, bounced up again and kept running. I had to get back to Anastasia's and hide. I was running so fast I hardly noticed that my knee's were bleeding where I had fell.
I ran into Anastasia's place (it was so big it was like a palace), out of breath, red in the face from embarrisment, and from running so much. "Melissa, are you ok?" Was the first thing Anastasia said. But when I entered the door I didn't answer. I ran up the stairs, and to my room. A few minutes passed, and I layed on my bed. Why had I kissed him? Was I attracted to him? I didn't understand I wasn't ....very trustive of boys right now. Why was I dying to kiss him? And then just did? I couldn't think about it right now. I quickly dressed for bed (even though it was 7 in the day), and went to sleep.
I felt like someone was lingering over me. Standing over me watching me sleep. But who would be? I had locked the door to my room. I turned over in my bed. I felt someone's hand go through my hair. Someone WAS standing over me! "Help me make the music of the night." The voice said softly. I jerked up in my bed. "Who's there?!" I asked frightend. It wasn't that I was exactly frightend. The touch the person bestowed on me was very gentle, like he or she ment no harm to me. I turned my bedside light on. No one was in the room, but me. Had I imagend it? Had I been dreaming? I felt like my soul had vanished from my body when I heard the voice. I disregarded the whole thing as a figmant of my imagination and went back to bed.I woke the next morning to the sound of a knock on a door from downstairs. "Oh hey, Mat!" I heard Anastasia say very ethusasticly. "Hey! Uh. Is Melissa here?" He asked. "Yeah, but she's locked herself in her room, and she's been refusing to come out." Anastasia said. "I'm a little worried about her." "Oh." Mat said. I think he knew why. Because I didn't want to face him. He would be right. "You don't know what's wrong with her do you?" Anastasia asked. "...No." He answered. I guess he didn't want to tell her what happened...for his and my own reasons.
I sat in my room watching the Phantom of the Opera later that afternoon. Mat was helping Anastasia get some potion items stuff. They tried to get me to come out but I refused. I was at the part where Rhoul promised Christina he loved her, and would free her from the phantom's grasp. The promise got me thinking as well as the kiss that him and Christina had shared. He had promised that he would need her, and want her with him there beside her. That anywhere she went he wanted to go to. That's all she asked of him, and all he asked of her. Was that why I could trust a man right now. Because I was afraid that he couldn't do the same for me. Because I was afraid of being rejected for a 9th time. And the kiss. The kiss that meant he truely cared about her. That was my problem. I lived in a fairy tale. I placed my head in between my legs, put my arms around my legs and weeped. Was there even such a thing as love?"You wonder and stray." A voice said. The phantom gurdina's voice! He sounded like the voice I had heard say 'Help me make the music of the night.' last night. "Don't be frightend. Come find me." The voice said. It was a man's voice. So I was doughting on if I should just the voice or not. I wasn't sure what it was...but I felt like I could trust the voice. Like the voice could help me. Answer my questions. Make all my pain go away. I decided. I would find the voice. I rose to my feet. "I will find you." I said.
To be continued in Chapter 24....
