This story is partially inspired/based on my own experiences with self-injury. Please enjoy.
Edit: Chapter 8 and on of this story is now being continued by Todd666 on on her account:
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Bam.
Nellie Lovett sighed as she slammed the door to Sweeney's barber shop behind her. He had once again ignored her desperate attempt to show him that she loved him. Was he so dead inside he couldn't even pretend to notice that she existed?
She started down the stairs as she felt her bones ache from the day's work. Time for a good night's sleep, she thought to herself. She hated sleeping alone. Since Albert died she had been alone every single bloody night. She, of course, had fantasies about Mr Todd coming to her bed at night. She had dreams too, almost every night.
But those were only fantasies. And some part of her, however small, knew that they could never be together. She wasn't willing to fully admit to herself that her hopes were absolutely ridiculous because if she did, she wouldn't have a reason to live anymore. Mr Todd had become her obsession.