Raoul and I were still in our death embrace when suddenly there was shuffling coming down the stairs of the grand staircase.

Then the shuffling seemed to be coming our way. I looked at Raoul with fear in my eyes at the mysterious person coming our way. Raoul gave me a little chuckle at my fearfulness.

I gently shoved him as he put me down and prepared to make coffee. By now the mysterious person had made an appearance and I mentally slapped myself for my stupidity.

The mysterious person was no other than Christine. Of course it would be her. She lives here.

Christine slowly and sluggishly made her way into the kitchen and when she laid her sleepy eyes on me she stopped in her tracks and gave a look I did not know.

She then looked at me with a different kind of look. A look of disgust. "Shoo rat shoo. You are not welcome here. Go back to your filthy home on the streets."

I looked at her with pure shock. How dare she call me that.

I am not trash and I don't belong in the streets. Luckily Raoul overheard this and came and settled this little misunderstanding.

He took Christine by her arm and led her out of the kitchen and spoke to her quietly.

I started to cry again. I mean I knew that I wasn't much and that I didn't have fancy clothes and wasn't exactly royalty but that doesn't mean I'm poor.

Suddenly and loud sob broke me away from my thoughts and as I looked up from the ground I saw Christine standing there looking at me, probably sizing me up for how much I'm worth no doubt.

She probably thinks that I literally came from the sewers.

The more I kept thinking about it, the more the tears came and before I knew it, I was running past Christine and Raoul, out of the kitchen, up the grand staircase, down the long, gloomy, narrow hallway, and into my room and on my bed.

I don't know how long I was in my room, but I must have fallen asleep because I looked out my window and was greeted by a dark sky with a bright white moon looking down at me in my loneliness.

At this moment in time, my only friend was the moon. The moon never looked down on me as I was anything less than what he was. The moon never laughed at my appearance or wealth.

The moon was always there for me whenever my father's darkness became to much for me.

I couldn't help singing the song that father used to sing to me whenever he hurt me and didn't mean it.

"There are things in life you'll learn and

In time you'll see

Cause out there somewhere

It's all waiting

If you keep believing

So don't run, don't hide

It will be all right

You'll see, trust me

I'll be there watching over you

Just take a look through my eyes

There's a better place

somewhere out there

Just take a look through my eyes

Everything changes

You'll be amazed what you'll find

If you look through my eyes

There will be times on this journey

All you'll see is darkness

Out there somewhere daylight finds you

If you keep believing

So don't run, don't hide

It will be all right

You'll see, trust me

I'll be there watching over you

Just take a look through my eyes

There's a better place

somewhere out there

Just take a look through my eyes

Everything changes

You'll be amazed what you'll find

If you look through my eyes

All the things that you can change

There's a meaning in everything

And you will find all you need

There's so much to understand

Just take a look through my eyes

There's a better place

somewhere out there

Just take a look through my eyes

Everything changes

You'll be amazed what you'll find

If you look through my eyes

Take a look through my eyes"

When I finished I had tears in my eyes yet again. Father would be ashamed of me. He raised me to be better than this. He raised me to never give into my feelings.

A sharp, loud knock pulled me out of my thoughts yet again. I quickly opened my window and made a run toward my bathroom and quietly shut the door.

Hopefully this would work. I heard my door open and by the force that was used to open it, I knew it was Raoul. I heard him walking around looking for me and calling my name and then it stopped.

Everything stopped. I heard him running muttering something that wasn't really to himself, "No, no, no, no."

When I decided that I should come out of my hiding space and see what it is that Raoul wants, a mysterious black gloved hand grabbed me and shoved a white handkerchief that had this nasty smell to it up to my nose.

I couldn't scream for help. The only thing I could do was breathing the hankie.

I slowly began to feel myself be lifted up off the ground in a bridal carry and I suddenly felt really tired. No, I thought to myself. I will not allow you to give up that easily. I thought to myself.

I gathered up all the strength I could muster and stuck out my foot and kicked the door as hard as I could.

I had to get Raoul's attention. I kept kicking the door and managed to give out a little cry, a cry that could surly be heard.

I heard Raoul stop in his traks as he made his way to the door. He stopped and listened. I tried to scream again and soon after I heard Raoul francitly call my name as he ran toward the bathroom.

The figure that was holding me wasn't going to take me without a fight. He tried to keep a hold on me, but wouldn't let him take me away from my family. A family that I wasn't even sure I belonged to.

Finally after what seemed like ages the door to the bathroom opened and Raoul's face came into view before I blacked out.