Hey guys. Please forgive the title...I really don't understand at ALL...This is my first fanfic of any sort. Please read and PLEASE review!
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of this...!
Sweeney stood in the upper loft of Mrs. Lovett's pie shop, staring out the window and looking down at the people passing through the streets.
They all deserve to die. He thought to himself. He walked over to the big, mahogany dresser in the corner of the damp room and picked up the picture of his precious Lucy, holding baby Johanna. His eyes glistened with moisture as the tears that will never flow formed in his eyes.
Day after day, love turns grey; like the skin of a dying man.
He walks over to his bed, still holding the picture, and sits down.
And night after night, we pretend its alright. But I have grown older, and you have grown colder…and nothing is very much fun anymore.
He picked up the box of razors on his bedside table. Not only his razors, but his friends. He looks at them, studying the silver, its smooth texture, and sharp edge. Very sharp edge. How easy it would be for him to be back with Lucy again…
And I feel all of my troubles coming home.
He drew the razor closer to his throat.
And I feel cold as a razor blade-
He could feel the cold metal against his throat-
Tight as a tourniquet-
He pressed harder, as his throat tightened…
Dry as a funeral drum…
"MR. TODD!" Mrs. Lovett bursts into the room, interrupting his thoughts. "Mr. T, 'ow could you? Love, please-" she grabbed the picture of Lucy, of his Lucy, out of his hand, "give me this!"
"NO!" Sweeney roared and grabbed the picture out of the baker's hands.
Into the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left you'll find my favorite axe!
He grabbed his razor and held it to Mrs. Lovett's throat. Her eyes widened in fear. He maliciously smiled at her.
Don't look so frightened, this is just a passing phase! One of my bad days!
He grabbed her by the throat, led her over to the fire place and sat her down in his barber's chair.
Would you like to watch T.V.? Or get between the sheets? Or comtemplate the silent freeway!
He shoved the razor higher up on her neck.
Would you like something to eat? Would you like to learn to fly!
He harshly pushed her out of the chair, shoved her back and sent her flying forward.
Would ya! Would you like to see me try?
He whipped in front of her and shoved her up against the wall, razor still in hand.
I know!
He saw her eyes, wide with fear and tears pouring down her face. Next, although he had no idea why he did it, he let go of her neck.
Would you like to call the cops? Do you think its time I stopped?
She sprinted to the door, checking behind her to see if he had followed, and bolted down the stairs as fast as she could. Sweeney stood at the top of the stairs looking down at her.
He kept a firm grip on his razor. He could feel the sticky liquid flowing down his hand.
He embraced the pain as he wailed-
Why are you running away?