A/N: Hey guys! So I should probably finish my stories before I start new ones, but I was just in the mood for this one and I was too excited to write it to put it off. So, here you go! ANOTHER POTO fanfic... This takes place kind of right after Christine leaves (I've decided to ignore LND for the sake of this story) so this is kind of the intro to the story. Enjoy! Please favourite, follow, and leave reviews! I'd love to hear your thoughts on the first chapter!
I do not own the Phantom of the Opera or any of the characters in it

My vision dragged in front of me. What was I doing outside? I looked down and noticed I had my cloak on, and I felt my face and was relieved to feel the solid shield that was my mask still in place. Continuing to examine myself, I saw in my shaking hands a rather large bottle. How much did I drink?

For some odd reason, my brain kept telling my legs to keep moving forwards, though my mind seemed to be stuck in tar. How long had it been since Christine left?

I looked around, perhaps in search for a clock that might have "3 DAYS" written clearly on it for my convenience, though I only was met with a few confused looks from midnight strollers.

"Why're you ou'side? I's mush too late," I slurred at no one in particular. Or, maybe I was only talking to myself. This was normal right? To fall into an emotional pit, and to fill that pit with alcohol, so that I could find a good reason to talk to myself?

Where was Christine?

That's when the anger started to build up in my chest. I could feel the heat pour from my fingertips, my legs, my mouth, my eyes, and my heart; suddenly, my entire body seemed to be consumed with a raging fire. Oh no.

Becoming aware once more of the mostly empty bottle in my fist, I hurled it with a bellow in a direction that seemed to be the left, though everything was starting to spin, so it was hard to tell.

I heard a light shriek which only made me angrier.

"Oh, shut up!" I shouted to whoever the faceless voice was.

"You've cut me!" The voice shouted.

I squinted in the general direction of the voice, and my rage started to reach my mind. I could only see brown curly hair and a damned blue cloak. Oh no.

A scream pierced the air.

A/N: Ayyy, so there was Erik after a few too many drinks, and after a bad "break up". I'll try to post regularly, but if this is your first time reading my stories, just know that i'm kind of bad at leaving big gaps of time where I don't update, and then i have random spurts of time where I update nonstop and it's kind of annoying so apologies in advance for that...

Anyways I would love to hear from you on the first chapter (even though there's not really much to it)! Please favourite and follow! See you in the next update!333