Shit, I need to hide from these bastards now! They will destroy my only sketchbook left. I ran as fast as I could down to a street named Fleet Street, if I'm not mistaken. As I ran, I heard them coming closer. I spotted a shop whose door was open. I got in but I'm sure they saw me enter; I ran to the other exit of the shop that leads to some stairs.

That's my way out!I ran up the stairs the shop or home I'm not sure. I slowly opened the door, to see if anyone was there, and a small bell make a sound to announce the entry of any person who opened the door, in this case my entry.

"Hello?" no answer or sound so I quickly entered the shop; yes it was a shop, a barbers shop actually.

I stated to look around to see if there were any of those shaving razors. How I love those bloody things! They were so well interesting. On the little table furniture there was a wooden box and I as a curious little rat I am, opened it to find six of the razors I have been looking for. I took one, placed it on the floor. I sat behind it, that way I wouldn't interrupt the shine the light of the dull sun reflected on it. I took my sketchbook out my bag; also my small brush and the ink I use to draw.

When I was about to finish shading and marking the details the door opened. A man came in and he seems quite furious I was there. We just kept staring at each other; him with anger and I with fear.

"What are you doing in my shop?" He yelled as he kept getting closer to me, and at the same time he grabbed a razor and opened it. He grabbed me by my shirt and holds me against the wall with the blade on my neck. In this moment the razor is not as appealing as it was before.

"Answer my question lass. You don't have all day" his voice louder than before

"I was running away from some mean bastards and hid here. But it seems I ran into brute" I snapped at him and pushed him away. Felt something warm sliding down my neck, I touched it to see what it was and when I looked to my hand it had blood on it. Now that angered me. The cut didn't felt big but it still got me angry.

"Why on hell did you cut me? I just came here and started to draw is that so…" he covered my mouth with his hand to shut me up. Then grabbed my neck, it was getting hard to breathe.

"I don't care what the fuck you were doing but I want you out! Or else" with that he let go of me. I tried to catch my breath. I know I should get my things and leave but of course I didn't I'm too much of a loudmouth.

"Or else what? Kill me? By that you would be doing me a huge bloody favour sir!" with that I grabbed my things and left.

When I was half way down the stairs I noticed I forgot my drawing. I ran back to the shop to find him holding and looking at my drawing.

"Sir I think you have something that belongs to me" I was seriously annoyed. My day has been crap and he is making the shit a whole bloody worse.

He didn't reply nor heard me. I started walking to him to take back my drawing but he grabbed my wrist before I could take the paper. He was angry and as I struggled to break free he tightened his grip.

Shit! It hurts and if he keeps holding my wrist like this my wound would get worse. I know I was wearing long gloves that cover my forearm, but it still hurt. I noticed that blood was starting to stain the dark grey fabric. The wounds once again opened this is no good.

"Let go of me and give it back!"

"What if I say no? You left it here. Now leave"

"Fine…"he let go of my arm after I decided to leave. I gave in this time but I couldn't let him damage my arm more than it already is. I walked away from him and gave him my back. I took off my left glove to check on my arm. I gasped I didn't expect it to be this bad. Blood kept coming out my arm and started to fall on the floor.

I need to take care of this quickly.

"D-do you have a needle and some string? I kinda need them right now…" I asked with a low voice. But he didn't answer. When I was about to ask again I noticed he was right beside me staring at my wounds. Yes wounds which he just reopened.

"How did you get them?" I heard him ask with excitement and curiosity in his voice.

"It is none of your business. Do you have a needle and some string I may use?" I asked once again irritated. He shook his head.

Well perfect with that I put on my glove again and left, there is no use on getting my drawing back anyway.

I wonder if in the shop I ran into before there is someone that may help me… I mean I have no home. My life is just "perfect" a fifteen year old girl without a home. I only have a few art materials and a small blade I stole, that's all.

As I go down the stairs I see that I'm making a small trail of blood; that means that my glove is completely soaked. Damned thing now I my life literally depended on whoever lives here.

I entered the shop running and relieved there is someone there.

"Um… Mrs, do you have some string and needle I ca-"
"What happened to ya arm love? It's bleeding all over the floor! What 'appened to you?" the woman cut off my words and kept asking me a lot of questions repeatedly.

"ma'am! What happened is of no importance I just need so-"

"here come love, I need to clean that up for ya and care for it properly if ya don't wanna loose the arm ya know?" she grabbed me by my right wrist and sat me down on a sofa. She left to look for something.

"well dear take them gloves off if ya' want me to clean those wounds of yours" I did as told, she seems nice and caring but she talks just too much. She cleaned the big cut with water then wrapped it up with a piece of cloth. I'm surprised she did say anything about the other scars I had.

"Well thank you ma'am. I guess I'll be leaving now"

"Call me Mrs Lovett, and no ya not, not till you tell me ya name and how you got all those scars and wounds. Also you seem to ha' run into Mista' T. upstairs"

"well um how did you know that I was upstairs? And Mr T? who the hell is T I'm confused.

"I heard him screaming. His name is Todd he is a barber who lives upstairs, and don't change the subject. What's ya name and how did ya get your arm like that?" I think I can't run out of this one…

"Well my name is Lenore and I'm not telling you how I got these. So if you excuse me I must leave now"

"Ok dear y take care then" with that I left.

I wasn't going to tell her anything about myself. It was dark when I left the baker's shop. Maybe the oh so called Mr Todd is sleeping, if he is I can silently go in and steal back my drawing! I was smiling now, I really wanted my drawing back.

I stealthily went up the stairs and opened the door slowly so that the bell wouldn't make the slightness sound. The room was dark but the big window let in a lot of moonlight, enough for me to look for my drawing. One I was inside I just turn around to see him standing right in front of me. Well damn…

"Didn't I told you to stay out!" he half screamed at me.

"I want my drawing back! I made it therefore it belongs to me!"

"Lass you will regret coming back here" with those few words I had already regretted being here.

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