Dear Father,
I’m moving forward, thinking no more of Darkness. The light is my life now, and I won’t look back. I shall continue to perform at the Opera Popular, for my voice lives on though my teacher is gone.
Father, the Phantom of the Opera is gone. He’s no longer deceiving me by pretending to be your angel or the Angel of Music. I’m free, but I feel just as trapped as I was. Raoul’s being over-protective of me; if someone makes any noise backstage, Raoul can be found immediately by my side. Sadly, Madam Giry has retired, so she can’t stop him (Meg Giry has taken over, and she is not as strict because she is just as worried.
Everyone watching me and asking me questions has gotten bothersome. I’m not still communicating with the Phantom, and I wasn’t at the beginning of this. The Phantom of the Opera was just a human with a horrible life, not some monstrous creature. He was forced to find refuge on the depths of the opera house because everyone was scarred of his face.
I think the Opera Popular will be closing soon. Monsieur Firman and Monsieur Andre were just forced to retire, and no one wants to some work here, at the Phantom’s Opera. Nobody we ask will believe that Meg has the real mask, and that he let Raoul and I go freely. Nobody will believe us when we say he’s gone for good.
Please help me, Father. It’s nice having Raoul and Meg, but they really don’t understand. They weren’t fooled as I was. I’m no longer frightened of him, but he has forced himself into my life and mind forever. I know you watch over me, so please help me forget about him, the nightmare of my life, the Phantom of the Opera.
Love,
Christine Daaé
P.S. I don’t want to tell Raoul and Meg this, for they will worry deeply, but I’ve been getting a blood-red rose with a black ribbon tied on it in my dressing room after every performance.
