Ah, my wonderful readers!

Bellatrix Nellie Le-Lovett - Glad you're so excited! And yes! You should start watching Doctor Who! If you need a good episodes or something specific that you'd like, message me! But don't worry, writing Doctor Who hasn't stopped me from writing Sweeney Todd!

Sheila Chiaroscura - Thanks for reviewing so much! Glad you caught up and hope you like this chapter!

Maxine The Unknowingly Admired - Don't worry! I sure want to hug Mrs. Lovett too!

Burma - Haha, everyone keeps saying how sad they feel for Mrs. Lovett! Makes me almost feel bad that I wrote her life so screwed up :p But, then again, she does have to become that crazy lonely person who will cook people into pies for a little love. XD

Dear Mum

I know your address…of course I do…

It was my address for thirteen years.

So I've decided to write a letter in response to all the letters you wrote to me and left on the table for me to pick up. And I've read them all. And now it's far into the night again. Perhaps exactly twenty four hours since you told me.

But, here I sit in a dark, cold alley and…ha…the ground is wet and my bum is wet because I'm sitting on it and it's cold and I shiver but…

Ellie's gone somewhere…I hope she comes back because she's the only one I have now…since you…

Dear Mum

I decided to write you a letter.

Or….attempt, at least. Because you wrote all these brilliant letters to me and I feel that if I don't respond then I'm simple a horrible person and a great big lightning bolt will come and strike me or something because…cause you loved me so much and as much as I hate yo…

Dear Mum

What you did to me was a horrible thing and you know it. Taking me from my family when I was too young to know anything about it is cruel and unusual! And you never should have done it and I hate you for it!…

Dear Mum

I want to write to you.

Just to say thank you.

And try to keep away from this pain in my chest because you hurt me so badly. Like a bullet would hurt, I supp…

Dear Mum

I've been trying to write a letter to you for hours.

And I just can't seem to get it right.

So…I'm just going to write everything that comes to mind now, I'm just going to let it flow onto the paper.

Mum, there's this awful, fiery, dreadful, burning in my chest and in my throat. And my fingers twitch as I write this because I don't want to write this because I hate you ever so much…I don't want to write anything to you…but I feel like I have to!

I feel like I have to because you wrote all these letters and you told me how much you loved me and how much time you spent on me and how much you just…wanted me.

Because you had nothing…and you just wanted me!

You got me to cry more, happy?

It doesn't…it doesn't sound immoral…but goodness Mum…it is…

I can't even fathom it. How you ever thought this was right…to just take me from my family.

Well!

Here I sit in this empty dark alley now and it's cold and it's wet and I don't know where Ellie's gone to and…all I have is this paper and pen! And you know what? I had to steal them! I stole them from this stationary shop in…in…I don't even know what town I'm in. But I took them! You're right! It's all too easy! And I feel horrible about it! And all it was was a couple things…worth only a few pennies…was it this easy to steal a person's whole life? Did you even feel an ounce of the regret I feel for stealing these little things when you stole me?

I don't even know what town I'm in. I just…walked all day. And I've been walking blindly because I've been reading these letters you left me over and over and over again…trying to understand you…because… you're not the person you have been for the past thirteen years anymore…you've changed in my view. I'm struggling to get a grip on who you actually are and what you actually want…instead of this person who you've been lying and pretending to be for all these years.

I don't know where I am.

I may ask someone…I just want to try and get to London, honestly.

You always said you loved the sea…so I'm guessing you'll be staying there. But I'm going to London.

Because I…need to find my family!

And that's why I left.

I've got to find them!

And I'm sorry I left! I feel so dreadful for it! I feel like I should just lie down here and die! Truly I do!

I can't even decide who I hate more! You or myself! !

Because I shouldn't have left you all alone! I don't know what you'll do now…you loved me so much…and I'm sorry…

I don't know why the hell I'm apologizing but I'm sorry!…

Dear Mum

I'll always miss wishing on stars with you and making little castles in the sand! And I'll always miss you're embrace every night when I had woken from a night terror and you just would hold me…and here I am cold and wet and I simply want you to come and hug me! And I just want to feel your warmth and I want you to tell me that this is all a dream! But I'll never be warm…I'll always be cold now. And you're not here to hug me and you're not here to tell me it's all a dream and it's not all a dream!

It's horrible…pure…reality.

And it makes me wish I was never born.

Never even born in the first place…NEVERTHELESS STOLEN BY YOU! !…

Dear Mum

I'm laying down in the cold dark wet alley now…cause I've been trying to write a letter to you all night…since the sun had gone down…and now it's coming up.

And every letter I've written so far has just ended in me crying!

Either because I'm mad. Or I feel sorry for you or for myself.

And I'm surprised the pain in my chest hasn't killed me yet…

What else can I say?

Why am I even writing to you? I don't even know!

I say I feel I'm obligated to…that I have to or something horrible will happen.

But what good can happen anymore? I just don't know…

Dear Mum

I know your address…of course I do…

It was my address for thirteen years.

But…I'm not going to send anything to you.

I can't.

I don't want you to remember me the way I am now…sitting in the alley and cold and wet and bitter…with my auburn hair you loved so much in a tangled, dirty mess…and my beautiful mystery blue eyes so wet and blood shot.

I want you to remember me like you saw my lying on that sofa last night. So peaceful…like I was pretending nothing happened… because honestly I was.

But I can't anymore.

That's why I'm not going to send you any of these letters.

Plus…if it did…it would have to start with "Dear Mum"

It has to be addressed to someone…and I don't…want you anymore…I don't want to call you mum…

…

So…

Remember me as your sweet little baby lying on the sofa, simply trusting you.

Remember me like that.

I want you to.

I wish I could say I love you.

I wish I could write in pretty cursive at the end of this Love Ella

Unfortunately… I can't find it in my heart to love anymore.

And…I'm nameless now.

I'm the nameless little girl…huddled in the dark streets…so vulnerable.

You've put me in the exact spot where you never wanted me to be…

It begins to rain now…

I'm just going to leave these letters here.

I'm going to let the water make all of the words and letters bleed away.

Like a sacrifice.

I don't need you anymore…

I don't need anything…especially you…anymore…

I've always wanted to write a story in this format ever since I read the short story "Dear Bill, remember me?" It's a really nice way to show someone's frustration. So if you happen to really like this format for some reason, check out that book!

And this concludes part three! Somehow, I still have two other parts (both shorter) written out!

Next story will be coming out next week, like always, and is called Love Letters to the Faceless and Nameless. It takes place three years in the future, and all of the letters are in Ella's POV this time.

Don't worry though, there will still be plenty of Mrs. Lovett. And now we can add Sweeney and Toby to the mess!

Enough of a cliffy for you? See you next week!