AN: Mrs. Lovett's point of view. Reviews are love! But reading comes first - obviously! Inspired by part of Eclipse from the Twilight series I believe. . . .that or New Moon. I think you'll get it when you read it.
I wipe the last of me tears from me eyes as I take in a determined breath. It must be done. I can't live like this. Not anymore.
I check me appearance in the mirror. Finding it's surprisingly normal, I call Toby. He comes quickly.
"Yes, Mum?" he asks.
"I'm going to take a little trip to the beach, to calm me nerves. You can't tell Mr. T where I am, no matter what, alright? You must tell no one where I am. Understood?" me heart is nearly shattered, knowing this would be the last time we saw each other. Toby looked confused as he replied,
"Alright, Mum."
"Tha's me boy," I ruffle his hair a bit an' smile. I give him the tightest hug I can manage, knowing it will be the last. "Goodbye, love," I say before leaving me shop. I can't say anything to Sweeney, I just can't. It hurts to know I'll never see him again, but it would only be worse if I went to see him now.
As I walk the ten miles west to the beach, I can't help but think how unfair I'm being. But I'm tired of being lovelorn, being ignored, forgotten, and used. Sweeney's completely cracked! I'm surprised he hasn't gone on a rampage yet. But he could snap completely at any time, he's come so close to doing so before, when I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. If only he'd look in a mirror. See what he's truly become.
He's long forgotten about Lucy, about everything he started this for. The judge and beadle are dead for bloody Christ and he's still slittin' throats! He'll even kill a woman now and then.
An', still, I love 'im. Love 'im with all me 'eart, which is why this must be done. 'E never loved me and never will, I know that now. I've gave up tryin' long ago.
He does not know love anymore, only blood-lust. Wouldn't be surprised if he bathed in it.
Ah, finally! The cliff is only twenty feet ahead now. I look up at the sky and smile. I gaze into the sea below. The sea will always love me and hold me, unlike Mr. T.
I run to the edge of the cliff, full-sprint. Just before I fling meself off I distantly hear a voice, I think, but ignore it as I plunge down to the sea.
The sea engulfs me in it's icy embrace. I see stars glittering in me eyes. I feel like I'm floating, weightless, and carefree. Me heart is flippin' in happy circles, as if I'm about to explode.
I unwillingly take in a sharp breath of - water?! I start sputtering and choking, coughing, as I feel meself sink down. I'm suddenly paralyzed. I'm not aware completely of what's happening when all of a sudden I break through the surface.
I feel meself moving, yet I can't feel me body. Someone must've saved me.
When me vision comes back I find meself lying on me back on a beach. I breathe in harshly, which causes me to abruptly sit up. I cough up water. After that, I feel light-headed.
I collapse back onto me back. I see someone hovering over me. No, not someone. Sweeney! Wha -? How?
I groan as a migrane hits me. I feel Sweeney's hand stroking me forehead. That's the last thing I'm aware of before all goes black.
When everything comes back to me, I find that I'm in a sitting position, considerably limp, an' tha' Sweeney's cradling me upper body. Is that crying I hear?
I try to say 'Sweeney', but all that comes is,
"Sssss - Sssss - Sssss - Sw - Swe -" Sweeney moved me head into his view. Yep, he was crying. Why?
"Ssh," he said soothingly. Soothingly? What did I miss? Where did this come from? "It's alright. I'm 'ere, you're fine," 'e whispered. These words were strangely comforting. I soon realize I'm incredibly tired and drift off to sleep.
When I wake we're in the same position as before. He's muttering things in me ear that I only receive in broken sentences. I hear, 'I'm sorry', 'hurt', 'you', 'never', 'agian', 'I', 'murder', 'love', and 'you'. I think I get the message and I'm happy. I drift off once more, happy for the first time in years.