I own Nothing.

Chapter 3

The Barber

I couldn't belive it. I was here. In my old room. Everything was just as I had left it. My desk, the rocking chair next to the window, the mirror in the corner was broken, but that could be fixed. Her cradle was even, wait, her cradle? I walked over to inspect it. A blanket lay over top of it. I slowly lifted it up. The only thing that was there was the small doll I had given her before, well, I don't even want to think about that. You could tell the doll was once beautiful. Now it was all black and rotted. I heared a thunk and jumped. I compleatly forgot I wasn't alone. I turned to see Mrs. Swan behind me lifting a red velvet covered object out of a loose board in the floor. I slowly walked over and crouched next to her. She slowly unfolded the velvet cloth. " When they came for the girl, I hid 'em. Could'a sold 'em. I didn't," Mrs. Swan said. I slowly reached out. Could it be? The lid slowly opened to reveal six, long, silver, staight razors. My friends.

"These are my friends.

See how they glisten.

See this one shine...

How he smiles in the light.

My friend.

My faithful friend...

Speak to me friend.

Whisper...

I'll listen.

I know, I know you've been locked

out of sight

all these years, like me

My friend...

well I've come home to find you waiting.

Home, and we're together!

And we'll do wonders.

Won't we?

You there, my friend?

Come let me hold you.

Now, with a sigh, you grow warm in my hand.

My friend!

My clever friend...

Rest now, my friends.

Soon, I'll unfold you.

Soon you'll know splendors

You never have dreamed

all you days,

my lucky friends

'Til now your shine was merely silver.

Friends, you shall drip rubies, you'll soon drip precious rubies..."

I turned my head to see that that darned woman was still there. "Leave me," I whispered. I heard the soft chime of the door bell ching as she walked out. I slowly rose to my feet, staring at my razor all the while. I walked over to the giant window over looking Fleet Street. I held it aloft in my hand. "At last, my arm is complete agian."