Post by ciera800 on Apr 5, 2012 10:08:07 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
I feel a most immediate urge to begein putting my thoughts and feelings to paper. So much has happened that i feel it would take me hours to write down, though i doubt that would be agreeable to maestro so i shall be as quick as possible.
The last thing i remember of being in the opera house, which i am most sure this place is not, is rushing through the halls. Carlotta had made me late for my lessons with maestro and i was in a dreadful hurry to as close to on time as possible.
Whether it was plain ignorance of my surroundings or my own clumsy hurried footing on the floor the next thing i remember is slipping, on what i am not quite sure. I recall hitting my head on something hard before blacking out as well.
the next thing i was aware of was awakening in a dark room with but a little light let in from a window above. I tried to sit up but pain overwhelmed my body, it felt like knives stabbing everywhere! I couldn't move, i scarcely dared to breathe. I took the time to examine the room more thoroughly with my eyes.
It was sparsely furnished, a chair right next to me and a rug in the middle of a room, a few windows were also on the other side of the room. Had i not have been so disoriented it would have almost seemed pleasant, it indeed was not as scary as i thought looking back on it now.
I remembered going to touch the chair so that i might sit upon it and rest my aching body, but then something happened to make my blood race.
It was warm. People!
Releif flooded through me and doing as best as i could to ignore the pain i stumbled through the door and into the halls. How many hours of pain and misery passed i do not know but eventually i found myself in front of a weird looking contraption, with bottons on the side of it, i ignored it out of fear and leaned against another wall to rest......and cry.
Though rest was not to be for one of the doors opened and revealed a very small compartment which obligingly i crawled into, anywhere was better than here. The doors closed behind me and i felt the compartment start to move. Instantly i panicked banging at the door praying to god this wasn't my end, in a futuristic box like contraption.
Eventually the doors opened again and revealed to my tearfilled eyes a most wondorous site. An underground lake and there was some sort of home on the other side! I ran towards the water and oddly enough there was a gondola conveniently placed there, though i would have gladly swam to the other side if necessary.
After quite a few mis launches and stumbling around with the gondala pole i managed to correctly launch myself and made my way across the lake. The water was beautiful and i was tempted to dip my hands or feet in but fear of what might be in there held me back.
I made it across in very short time and stepped gladly off the gondala vowing never to drive one again myself if i could help it, i had terrible poling skills.
I began to gaze around the area, it was quite breathtaking given where it was located. It was furnished like the inside of a house. A piano up against the wall, a couch a few feet back to sit on while lsitening to it, even a small bookcase for reading.
I entered the nearest door, a bedroom it looked like, and a girls bedroom too. Hoping to get a better idea of where i was i picked up a photo on the nearby dresser to see who this room belonged to.
The photo was of me.
Shock filled my system and i dropped the photo to the ground before losing conciousness myself.
I awakened to the heavenly sound of humming in an all to familliar and welcome voice. I opened my eyes and there he was, gazing down upon me with such affection and tender concern.
I tried to move but the pain was still there and worse than before, i laid against his body and he held me until i took leave to write all of this down, i shall continue writing down anything of interest, which i'm sure there shall be plenty, that happens.
I must go, as i said, maestro is not happy about me being even this far from his sight, i shall write again soon
love,
Christine
I feel a most immediate urge to begein putting my thoughts and feelings to paper. So much has happened that i feel it would take me hours to write down, though i doubt that would be agreeable to maestro so i shall be as quick as possible.
The last thing i remember of being in the opera house, which i am most sure this place is not, is rushing through the halls. Carlotta had made me late for my lessons with maestro and i was in a dreadful hurry to as close to on time as possible.
Whether it was plain ignorance of my surroundings or my own clumsy hurried footing on the floor the next thing i remember is slipping, on what i am not quite sure. I recall hitting my head on something hard before blacking out as well.
the next thing i was aware of was awakening in a dark room with but a little light let in from a window above. I tried to sit up but pain overwhelmed my body, it felt like knives stabbing everywhere! I couldn't move, i scarcely dared to breathe. I took the time to examine the room more thoroughly with my eyes.
It was sparsely furnished, a chair right next to me and a rug in the middle of a room, a few windows were also on the other side of the room. Had i not have been so disoriented it would have almost seemed pleasant, it indeed was not as scary as i thought looking back on it now.
I remembered going to touch the chair so that i might sit upon it and rest my aching body, but then something happened to make my blood race.
It was warm. People!
Releif flooded through me and doing as best as i could to ignore the pain i stumbled through the door and into the halls. How many hours of pain and misery passed i do not know but eventually i found myself in front of a weird looking contraption, with bottons on the side of it, i ignored it out of fear and leaned against another wall to rest......and cry.
Though rest was not to be for one of the doors opened and revealed a very small compartment which obligingly i crawled into, anywhere was better than here. The doors closed behind me and i felt the compartment start to move. Instantly i panicked banging at the door praying to god this wasn't my end, in a futuristic box like contraption.
Eventually the doors opened again and revealed to my tearfilled eyes a most wondorous site. An underground lake and there was some sort of home on the other side! I ran towards the water and oddly enough there was a gondola conveniently placed there, though i would have gladly swam to the other side if necessary.
After quite a few mis launches and stumbling around with the gondala pole i managed to correctly launch myself and made my way across the lake. The water was beautiful and i was tempted to dip my hands or feet in but fear of what might be in there held me back.
I made it across in very short time and stepped gladly off the gondala vowing never to drive one again myself if i could help it, i had terrible poling skills.
I began to gaze around the area, it was quite breathtaking given where it was located. It was furnished like the inside of a house. A piano up against the wall, a couch a few feet back to sit on while lsitening to it, even a small bookcase for reading.
I entered the nearest door, a bedroom it looked like, and a girls bedroom too. Hoping to get a better idea of where i was i picked up a photo on the nearby dresser to see who this room belonged to.
The photo was of me.
Shock filled my system and i dropped the photo to the ground before losing conciousness myself.
I awakened to the heavenly sound of humming in an all to familliar and welcome voice. I opened my eyes and there he was, gazing down upon me with such affection and tender concern.
I tried to move but the pain was still there and worse than before, i laid against his body and he held me until i took leave to write all of this down, i shall continue writing down anything of interest, which i'm sure there shall be plenty, that happens.
I must go, as i said, maestro is not happy about me being even this far from his sight, i shall write again soon
love,
Christine
