Wounds
Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd or the associated characters.
Wounds don't have to be on the outside to exist. They don't even have to be physical. Mrs. Lovett knows this well.
It was a normal, depressing-as-usual day in London. Eleanor fidgeted on the edge of her bed as her neighbor, Sweeney Todd sat down next to her. There was an awkward silence for quite some time before he spoke.
"I'd like to see them now… Your scars."
She removed her hands from her knees as she stood up. Slowly she turned away, her back to him, and slowly undressed.
"Come here," he said quietly as she walked over.
Indeed, Mrs. Lovett had scars, just as he suspected. But many more than he imagined.
He pointed to one, faded now, on her knee, and she looked down.
"What's this from?" He asked darkly.
"Stairs. Few years back when I was with Albert I had an accident on them. No matter now."
He held her hands in his, examining them thoroughly.
"All… Kitchen accidents."
He nodded, his eyes meeting hers, then at a particularly large mark on her stomach skin.
"Ah, that one…" She sighed lightly.
"What is it?"
"Someone… Hurt me… Inside and out. Right there, and right in my heart. It's over now…" The last sentence was closure for herself.
"What's this one?" He pointed to a particularly long, thin scar that went from her ribcage to the middle of her stomach.
She turned away, trying to block his sight.
"Every mark… Every little marring on the skin… Tells a story. It's like a map, Mrs. Lovett. Don't hide them. Not from me."
She said nothing.