This is my first Sweenett story! I have plenty of drama coming up.
Please tell me what you think about the first chapter. I'm writing the second one now.
White snow fell from the sky like stars searching for their destinations. A light flurry landed on Nellie Lovett's cheek as she strode up the icy stairs to Sweeney Todd's Barber Shop. She vigilantly held on to her raggedy dress so she wouldn't fall down the staircase. Before opening the door, she peeped through the window pane in case any customers were in there. To her surprise, there were no customers. All she saw was Sweeney sitting in his barber chair, observing the picture frame of his wife and child.
She never saw someone as lonesome as he was. Did he ever notice she was there him? That all of that was 15 years ago and he could start a new life with someone who actually cares for him? She gave him all her love and she never got anything in return. Nellie has always wanted to pour out all of her affections to him, but she knew it was no use and he would never love her, no matter what she did. She couldn't think of anything else she could give him. He should just open his eyes and look at what he has now then dwelling on the past.
All her thoughts made her forget that she was standing in the cold. Her hands were turning purple and she felt as if glaciers were inside her. Nellie abruptly pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Mr. Todd, I don't mean to interrupt ya, but we are running low on pies" She fixed her messy, auburn hair and stood in front of the door, gazing at the man in front of her.
"Mrs. Lovett, I can't control the amount of customers I get. It's a cold day. I doubt anybody would get out their homes just for a shave" he replied in a low voice and without looking away from the images. His black hair and white streak was a messy haystack.
"Were there any customers today?"
"No"
"Were there any yesterday?"
"No"
Mrs. Lovett began to grow anger. Can't he stop looking at those pictures and look at me for once? She paced over to him and snatched the pictures out of his hands. "Stop looking at these bloody pictures and look at me!" she growled. Nellie observed the vintage picture frame and felt the texture of it in her sweaty palms. Sweeney stood up, unaware of her actions. His eyes were burning with indescribable fury, as if a tempestuous bull was raging inside him. Nellie gradually handed him the images back and her arms were trembling. "I-I'm sorry" she whispered and ambled to the door, regretting her actions and wishing she kept the conversation going.