I'm Not Emily

Nellie convinces Sweeney to go to the sea for a 3-day weekend with her and Toby. As she's relaxing in the sea one day though, something goes horribly wrong. Before she knows it, Nellie finds herself someplace she didn't think she'd see for years. She soon realizes that she'd drowned and that she must convince a young newlywed man that his wife, whom she's never met, is good for him. Along the way though, this young and indecisive man teaches her that she has to let Sweeney let go of Lucy on his own time. She can't rush him like she wishes she could. I must give mention to Sadisticalovett-Nutcase for giving me this idea; her Oh Crap and Oh Hell stories are too inspirational! And don't worry, I did give her my idea and ask her permission first. I don't own Sweeney Todd or anything, and I also don't own Gilbert Grape's saying, "Matches in the gas tank, boom boom!"

Sweeney sat on the bed in his room of the three bedroom cottage by the sea. He didn't want to be there, he wished he hadn't agreed. Mrs. Lovett had pushed him into it though; she just wouldn't stop asking him to come. He swore he would've slit her throat if she asked again. He stood up and walked out into the sitting room where Nellie was waiting for him. "Mrs. Lovett, I agreed to go by the sea with you. I never agreed to actually go to the sea though and I never agreed to wear this." He looked down at his black and white striped bathing suit in distaste.

Mrs. Lovett rolled her eyes, smiled and grabbed his hand so that he couldn't try to break free. She called out cheerfully to the boy who was in his room playing and waiting. "Toby darlin', we're going. Don't forget your beach ball!" Toby grinned happily, grabbed the large beach ball and followed the pair out the door.

Nellie sat on the beach, happily humming 'By The Sea' to herself. "Oh Mr. Todd, isn't this wonderful? It's such a beautiful day, 'aven't seen a day like this in a while. The sun shining brightly, the sea such a beautiful color. All of the seagulls squawking..." Sweeney gave her a look that told her it was time for her to be quiet.

Toby ran up to Mrs. Lovett not too long later. "Come on mum, I wanna go in the water." Mrs. Lovett gigged as Toby unsuccessfully attempted to pull her to her feet. The only thing that annoyed Sweeney more than the baker's constant chatter, was her overactive chirpiness. He wished she could suffer as he does, he knew it was selfish to want her to be miserable, but he didn't find it fair that she was always upbeat while he always felt the opposite.

Mrs. Lovett looked back and screamed, "Come on Mr. T. Get off your butt and enjoy the day, it's so nice out." Sweeney nodded and mouthed 'exactly' to her. She rolled her eyes, walked over to him and pulled hard on his arms. "Come up next to me darlin', 'elp me get Mr. T up." Toby walked up and grabbed the barber's hand that Mrs. Lovett offered to him. They both tugged with all of their might until Sweeney stood, grimacing at their success. "Let's go Mr. Todd, you're going into the water even if I 'ave to carry you." She turned around to give him a wink. "Unless, you want me to carry you." She smirked at him coyly and he simply gave her a hard stare.

She grunted and kept pulling him along. "Don't even try Mrs. Lovett, you'd be too small. I'd be too tall, you couldn't pick me up." Mrs. Lovett nodded her head slowly and kept pulling him towards the water.

Nellie and Toby splashed each other in the water as Sweeney stood at the edge, looking at the waves as if he expected a monster to reach out and drag him into the shallow water. Nellie covered her eyes to block out the sun, "Come on in Mr T, the water's fine. You don't have to worry, the water won't 'urt you."

Sweeney looked around to see a few people looking at him, and a few kids pointing and laughing at his slightly panicked expression. He had to think of a lie to hide his embarrassing fear, he hadn't swam since he was in his very early teen years, and he was worried he'd forgotten how. "Mrs. Lovett, I'm just waiting for the water to get warmer before I get in. Unless you want me to freeze to death that is."

Mrs. Lovett laughed and slowly made her way to the barber. "Mr. Todd, the water's not going to get warmer until you get used to it." She pulled him into the deeper water. "Now Mr. T, take a deep breath." Sweeney looked at her strangely then took a breath, before he could question her intentions she placed both of her hands on top of his head and pushed him under the water.

He popped back out sputtering out the small amount of water he'd swallowed. "You know Mrs. Lovett, you're right, it does feel warmer." He gave her a wicked grin and she backed away slowly. She shrieked and splashed water in his face before he could get his pay back. She ran away from him, struggling against the seas currents. They played around for a bit until Mrs. Lovett started to swim away from him. He let her go off and started enjoying the water on his own.

Mrs. Lovett was a good distance from Sweeney so she decided to relax and lay on her back. She started to calm down and slowly dozed off. The sky was starting to darken, but she didn't care to think anything of it. She was too busy enjoying how wonderful the day was going so far. Her eyes opened as soon as she felt a raindrop fall on her face. She looked around her and saw that the sky had gotten darker and it had started to rain lightly. She let out a small gasp and began swimming back towards the shore. She soon got caught up in the swell, and the harder she tried to swim to the shoreline, the harder the waves worked against her. The waves were getting harsher and she soon found herself under the water.

Back on the beach Toby ran up to a nervous looking Sweeney Todd. He covered his head with his jacket and asked, "Mr Todd, where's mum."

No matter how much he disliked the lad Sweeney still didn't want him to get upset, the boy just find some way to put the blame on him. "Um, she'll probably be back on shore sometime soon. Everyone's being called back on the beach because of the rain." Suddenly though he saw a figure out in the distant ocean, thrashing around in the violent waves. Without even thinking about it too much, he already knew it had to be the baker. He didn't waste time asking someone who might have been a stronger swimmer to save her, he may have loved her, but he knew it would be wrong to leave her drowning. He ran into the water and swam out to her. He saw her going under the water, he swam under and pulled her above the strong wave current.

He pulled her onto shore and by then people had taken notice. A guard came over and began to try to help her in any way possible, bout nothing was working. Toby looked at the woman he'd come to call a mother with worry in his eyes. Sweeney admitted to himself that he was worried as well. They tried everything they could but finally the guard called out, "Who here knows her, who'd she come here with?" Sweeney and Toby approached the man cautiously, "I'm sorry. We did everything we could think of, but, we just don't know. She's not breathing, she's got no pulse." Toby's eyes filled with tears and even though he hated the barber with a passion, in all of his sadness he grabbed the barber around the waist and cried. This action surprised the barber, but he reject it, even he could understand why the boy was so upset.

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Mrs. Lovett opened her eyes quickly and looked around nervously. "Mr. T, Toby, where are you?" She searched around her but saw nothing she recognized, where was the sea? Where was her 'son' and her dear barber? The last thing she could remember was the horrible experience of thrashing around in the sea screaming for help. And now, she didn't even know where she was. She brought her hand up to her head to see if she was burning up with delirium. When she felt not skin, but bone touch her forehead, she pulled her hand away quickly and gasped. She'd wanted to scream but all that came out when she opened her mouth was a loud gasp. She looked at her now bony hand and then looked down to her bony leg. "Okay, what is this? Was I skinned in my unconsciousness or something?" She then took notice of what she was wearing. Her navy blue swimsuit with the red buckle and her striped tights had been replaced with a long white gown. She examined herself all over, there was a tear in her dress where nothing but rib was showing, there also seemed to be a small hole on her left cheek.

Another thing she noticed was that, whoever she was now, she seemed to have a liking for the color blue.

Upon hearing a voice she was brought back to attention. "Yeah, she fell. I'm about to go check and see if she's alright now." Soon a young man entered. He seemed to be wearing a dark black suit over a brown vest and a blue tie. His look may have looked tidy, but he himself looked rather nervous. "Um, Emily. Are you alright? I ju-ju-just saw you fall down the stairs and thought you'd be hurt, and I wou-wouldn't want that to happen, to anyone."

Mrs. Lovett just looked at him puzzled, who was he and why did he seem to recognize her. "Er, yeah. I'm fine thanks, but erm. Why did you just call me Emily, because my name is Nellie."

The young man looked at her worriedly. "No, no it's not. You're Emily, I-I-I'm Victor. And, we're, well you know, mar-mar-married." Mrs. Lovett raised an eyebrow and then looked down at her new bony ring finger. Sure enough, the boy wasn't lying, there it rested. Right between her middle finger and her pinkie, she smiled nervously and simply looked away.

Mrs. Lovett looked around and then back at the man who was apparently, her husband. "I'm sorry Victor, but I'm a bit frazzled 'ere. As far as I know, I'd only marry Mr. Sweeney Todd and also, I'm not Emily."

So there it is, chapter 1 of what I believe I'll call The Lives of The Living, and Of the Dead. I hope you're liking it so far, and if you're not I'll have to work harder in chapter 2. Reviews are greatly loved and appreciated. XD P.S. I have an obsession list for Helena fans. You know you're obsessed with HBC when... you get to be one of her characters in a school play/show, you're freaking over it and trying to get it as perfect as possible to please her, even though the chances of her ever seeing it are EXTREMELY SLIM! Yeah that's what happened to me last night, and will probably happen tonight when I play Olivia in Twelfth Night, I support somewhat-lesbian (simply because she doesn't know that a he is really a she)HBC characters!!! XD My last show was tonight, and now I'm on an excitement high. Just sending this in quickly before the cast party.

Embarrassing story time... don't ya lovett?! I was in my yoga class on Thursday afternoon. And we were working on our mediation, she we're all lying on our mats. Our teacher says to think of one specific hope/dream/fantasy. So I fantasized about meeting Johnny. Then he says to put them in a big bubble, so I imagined Johnny in a bubble. Then he said, "Now it's time to release that hope/dream/fantasy. Let it go for a while." And here's where the Embarrassing part comes, I started... crying!!! (LMBO) My best friend next to me asks what's wrong and I say "I can't let Johnny go." Then I start hearing quiet snickers and I realize I said it aloud and about 4 other kids in my class besides her and myself heard it, gah! So Friday I'm walking around and when I ran into some of the girls who heard our little conversation they all said "I can't let Johnny go." Yeah, I'm a bit embarrassed now, but l-ing my b o at the same time.