Christine ran up the stairs and into her room, slamming the door behind her. She was furious, she was sad, she was simply depressed. Her life had slowly but surely descended into hell on earth. She felt completely lost, nothing seem to be in place. So many things had happened to this beautiful 17 year old. So many things that a normal high school student would never have to worry about. Christine had no family and now she was without friends. Her father had died just five years before the current events. He had died in a terrible car crash on the way home from a concert on valentine night. Christine was in the car with him. They were listening to one of his many classical cds. Christine's father the world renowned Charles Day was rubbing the top of his only daughters head and humming along to the beautiful music. Christine looked up to her father lovingly and when she looked out the window she was blinded by a brilliant light, then all went black. She only remembered waking up to the face of a man in the street. She couldn't make out his face. But she did remember she felt a sense of security. That was when an ambulance arrived and the figure vanished. Christine knew for sure that the figure was her guardian angel, her angel of music, her father. On awaking moments before Christine knew her father was dead because she already could feel the emptiness in her soul. However the figure brought her warmth. She understood in that instant that her father had sent this shape to care for her. To care for her in those brief moments before the paramedics arrived.

That night seemed only a dream now or a memory that felt more like a movie rather then an actual occurrence. She looked back on it now and would sometimes cry and sometimes simply seat and …nothing. No emotions would come. Christine's mother had vanished when she was only three years old.

To Christine's knowledge her father had never spoken to her since she left. Sarah, Christine's mother, was an unfaithful wife and a woman who had no interest in being attached to anyone for an extended period of time. Christine, looking back, could not pinpoint any one time that she was happy with her mother or was shown any motherly affection. But with her father she could right tome after tome on the happy memories they shared. Christine and Charles Day were practically the same person, just different gender and age. Not only did they share the same physical features as beautiful full lips, big piercing blue eyes, and elegantly straight dark hair but, they also shared an absolute passion for music. Charles Day was a household name, he was known for his amazing abilities in voice, piano, violin, and cello playing. He had performed concerts around the world and at everyone of them Christine was by his side. Christine, like her father, had a beautiful angelic voice. She had been taught by her father and her voice excelled past most adults in prestigious opera companies. Like her father Christine was rising to stardom at the mere age of 12, but after her fathers death Christine found she couldn't sing. Of course she still practiced and sang to herself but never again had she the desire to perform to the world. She found it to be daunting and too much to handle. She found when standing on the stage that the blinding stage lights only reminded her pf the brilliant light she saw the night of her father's death. The brilliant light coming from the front of the speeding out of control car. The light coming from the car that killed her father.

Now in her senior year of high school Christine found her life to be difficult once again. She had just lost her best friend. Not by death but by another. Her friend, Meg, had been her friend for thirteen years. They had been friends through everything life had thrown at them. Meg was there for Christine after her father's death. Spent late night's holding Christine when she cried, comforted Christine in the school yard when sudden thoughts of her father bombarded her mind, she had been there. But now she wasn't and Christine was lost. Not 5 months ago Christine and Meg met the boy named Richard. He was also in high school, they were the same age. They were about to completer their junior year of high school. Meg claimed Richard before Christine. But Christine was fine for she had eyes on Scott and gorgeous blonde with sparkling blue eyes. After Christine told meg this, Meg also claimed to like Scott. So Christine went along with it. However the more they all hung out the more Christine liked Richard. She was baffled by how much they had in common and how long they could talk without being bored. Meg became jealous. Christine became jealous. For Richard was having a hard time in making up his mind about who he like more. They went for months trying to win the affection of this mere high school boy. When things got out of hand such as sneaking around and lying Christine asked Meg to no matter what be happy for the other friend. No matter who Richard chose the other will be completely happy and everything will bee fine. Meg eagerly agreed. Richard chose Meg. Christine was heartbroken. She learned of this the first day of her summer. Needless to say the rest of her summer was ruined. Christine barely left the house. She just sat in her room reading, writing, listening to music, watching movies, and browsing online. Not once throughout the summer did she hear from Meg despite their agreement. Christine did text her a few times but there was never a reply. She texted Meg telling her how happy she was for them and there was no reply.

School started back up, it was senior year. Meg and Christine shared classes and still sat at the same lunch table. Yet things ere not the same. Christine could barely talk to meg. It was hard for Christine to think of anything to say to her. Looking at Meg all Christine could feel was jealousy sadness and hatred. Jealousy at the fact that her friend was blissfully happy with her new boyfriend, while Christine was living alone without a family. Sadness that she had lost a true friend. Hatred at the smug at times and pitying at other times face she had to look at everyday. How could the girl who used to hold her when she cried feel nothing for their friendship. Christine truly felt an even bigger emptiness in her soul when Meg left, when their friendship died. Of course Christine understood that she was an accomplice in the demise of the friendship but she was also a lone volunteer in trying to patch up the pieces. She was saddened by the fact that Meg didn't even want to try and make amends. Days passed, weeks passed, months passed and the awkwardness was still slow to lessen. Christine still found it hard to converse with her friends. Meg was her best but not only friend. Yet Christine felt withdrawn, she didn't feel connected with the people with the school as she once did. Christine just prayed for a hasty year and a beautiful life after graduation.

This is how we found Christine in her state of dismay. She was lying on her bed, head buried in the floral print pillow, hair fanned out everywhere, crying. She was crying out of sheer frustration. Her life had certainly taken a dark path. She was completely alone. She was completely alone. Due to her father vast fortune Christine was able to live in the house she once occupied with her father. In the event of his death Christine inherited his fortune, his home, and anything he possessed. Christine had and could have anything in the world accept the one thing she wanted most. The unending devotional love of another. Christine who was so filled with love and ready to give it was on the non receiving end.

Erik watched his love race into her house after parking her car in the expansive drive way. He was thankful for her large front yard and vast acres of large oak trees. This provided him with ample amounts of hiding and watching places.

Erik had first discovered Chrisitne 6 years ago in Prague. He was visiting a new art exhibit and while there he decided to go to a concert. He received a program at the entrance. While sitting in his hard won private box he read the program and learned that the performers were American. He was amazed by this. Erik himself was american, but a frequent traveler to Europe and rarely had he seen american performers in this area of Europe. He read and on and discovered that the performers were rather accomplished. By the descriptions were pictures. He was drawn to one picture in particular, it was of a child. Her title was Christine Day daughter of Charles Day. She had straight dark hair and flawless skin. Other then that he could not tell anything of her, the photo was a black and white portrait and would leave the colors of her features to the imagination until the performance. The performance was absolutely breathtaking. Erik was entranced by the beauty of the child's pure voice. He was speechless by her father's flawless performance. There were absolutely no words to describe the absolute perfection of the performance. From what he could see from his box, the child had blue eyes and heart shaped pink lips. She was darling, but the beauty of her music made her the most extraordinary creature on the earth.

Erik left his car that was in its normal hiding place, the woods across from the Day home. Yes Christine's house was large and had a beautifully kept front yard, but it wasn't a mansion by any means. The Day's were quite modest and humble, a quality that Erik found endearing. Erik stealthily moved around in the yard. He had done this so many times in the past that now he had a memorized path. He could practically see his foot prints in the graa from previous evening because he walked it every night.

After that delightful evening in Prague, Erik returned to his home in new york. In returned to his multi billion dollar business. We won't get into the details of Erik's job. Lets just say he is a man of high stature and he is never messed with. Erik gets what he wants when he wants it, no questions asked. Erik immediately asked his right hand man, Ramin, for information on the Days. Erik was quick to learn of the child, Christine's, whereabouts, her schooling, grades, etc. He practically knew of every little detail that had happened to her. This is just how he liked it as well. He wanted to know everything and more. Erik made his first trip to Christine's hometown on valentine's day. It was that night that he witnessed Christine's tragedy. He was however thankful he was there. He was thankful to be the one she woke up to. He wanted to be her protector.

Erik crept to the door and easily opened it. She had left it unlocked on her way to her room. 'Silly Girl' he thought to himself. 'anyone could get in and harm her.'

Erik had also watched the whole drama unfold between the friends. He watched, broken, as Christine shared her first kiss with the unworthy fop of a boy. He witnessed the unending heartache she still felt afterwards. He felt for the girl. She was seventeen and had been broken hearted too much and left alone. 'you won't be alone much longer my angel.' Erik thought to himself. The man had watched, from the shadows, Christine grow up. He watched her clothing styles change, he watched her hair change, her makeup, her thoughts, her friends, her schools, her moods, her body, her face, her voice, her ideas, her opinions…Erik had seen everything. He watched this girl change from a child to a teenager, to a young adult. In his opinion she should still be a teenager but had been forced to quickly into adulthood. Erik had never made himself known to Christine physically. But he always tried to fill her with warmth and happiness. Once he planted her favorite flowers out in her yard. He watched with elation as she admired them and spent many afternoons outside admiring his green thumb's work.

Erik silently ascended the staircase. He could hear Christine's muffled sobs. 'my poor child do not cry I'm here nothing can harm you nothing will harm you ever again.' Erik followed Christine's heartbreaking sounds to her door. He leaned his body against the door. He held the knob in his right hand while his left hand rested on the door next to his head. He rested his head against the door and listened to Christine's sobs. "Your sadness ends today my love, my Christine."