Down, Down, Down we go.

Down we go to the prison of his mind, Deep down to the dungeon of his dark despair. I know the way by heart, so follow me.

I’ve only been once before, but something eerie in my mind lured me back. So here I am.

He leads me to a boat, says, “Run! Quick”, and down the path he flees. Behind me I hear a mob of angry men. Carefully stepping into the boat, I muster up my strength and paddle away. My strength was hard to find, down in the back of my mind, next to all of the vulnerability and fear. There’s so little of it now, ever since I met him.

I feel trapped, taken, abducted. Something’s controlling my mind. He’s in my head.  It wasn’t my choice to come here, but I did anyways. He told me he loved me, and I couldn’t stay away.Where did he go…ahh!

Rats? How could a human live here? Ohh…but he’s not. I’ve never been this far in before. Scary…. “Oh sweet Angel of music! Where are you? Hands at the level of your eyes, hands at the level of your eyes.” I whisper back and forth to myself I thousand times. I can never forget it. He never truly trust anyone. Not even me.

I hear sounds. What is it? Could it be-

Music?

The bittersweet violin leads me to a room of mirrors. I think I’ll sing along! Dancing, humming, singing, I think to myself, this might be the most fun I’ve had in this godforsaken cave-

A mirror broke. I turn around quickly. He’s here.

The Phantom of the Opera.

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