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Chapter Twenty Five

Damn.

Damn damn damn damn damn.

DAMN.

Why did I say that? Why? Why?

Sweeney still stood in front of me, towering over me slightly. I watched him with wary eyes, wondering what his reaction would be. My eyes flickered to his belt.

Oh jeez, he had his razor.

I was going todie.

I was going to die.

I WAS GOING TO DIE.

"Turpin?" He repeated in a low voice.

"Pirelli?" Mrs Lovett also repeated from behind him. My eyes flickered to her, and her face was horrified as she watched me. Sweeney's eyes were also on me, but slightly distant as well. It felt odd.

"Johanna, what-"

"Joey!"

My bedroom door swung open, and I quickly jumped up as Grace entered my room.

"Oh, hi Grace! You ok? I'm ok! We're all ok! Ok is an odd word, isn't it? It's not really a word, just two letters, really." I babbled. Grace raised an eyebrow.

"Joey, do you realise how mental you sound?"

"Mental? In a good way or a bad way? Is there such thing as being mental in a good way?"

"Er, no, I don't think so."

"Great!" I cried, clapping my hands together with a wide grin. "So, what can I do for you?"

Grace rolled her eyes. "You really need to get out more often."

"What, like you and Toby?" I asked with a grin.

"Ha, you're funny. Not," Grace snapped. "Anyway, will you shut up?"

"Shut up?"

"Yeah, it's, like, ten at night and you're banging around and making weird noises. And talking to yourself. I don't know what kinda game you're playing, but can it wait until playtime, please?"

"Er...I'm..." I searched my room for an excuse. "I'm practising for a Drama piece!"

Grace narrowed her eyes. "Ok..."

"Ok, now that's all sorted, I need to go to sleep!" I pretended to yawn. "See? I'm tired. Get out of my room, now! I need my beauty sleep."

"Yeah, I can tell."

I glared at Grace. "You do realise the only reason I am letting you backchat me is because I am so extremely tired from my long day at school, don't you?"

"Yeah, right." Grace muttered, rolling her eyes as she turned around and waltzed out of my room. Scowling, I shut the door behind her and turned around.

Sweeney and Mrs Lovett were gone.

Sighing, I curled up in bed and fell asleep.

"Joanna Peterson, will you pay attention?"

"Huh?"

Blinking rapidly in surprise, I looked up at my English teacher, Mr...Mr...Mr something or other.

"What did I just say?" He demanded, glaring down at me.

"Er..." I glanced at Sarah, silently begging for help, but she simply shrugged. "I...don't know?"

"Joanna, this isn't good enough. You will wait outside the classroom until I come and have a word with you."

"But-"

"No buts. Out."

Scowling, I glared up at my teacher and stood up, storming out of the room. Shutting the door behind me, I slumped against the wall.

"Kill me now." I muttered, crossing my arms.

"Joey?"

I looked up, grinning as I saw Mrs Lovett.

"Mrs Lovett!" I cried, and then slapped a hand over my mouth, glancing around the corridor. "What are you doing here?" I whispered.

"I came to check up on you, love." She said fondly, smiling at me.

"Er...why?"

"Because Mr T is worried about you, deary."

I rolled my eyes. "Then why doesn't Mr T come and see me himself? Hell, why doesn't he go and join the A-team?"

Mrs Lovett looked at me, her brow furrowing in confusion. Rolling my eyes, I shook my head.

"Don't worry."

The door opened, and Mrs Lovett quickly disappeared as my teacher walked out of the room. Damn, I still couldn't remember his name!

"Well?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Well what?" I asked, and then added, "Sir."

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. What do you want me to say?"

"Why weren't you paying attention? Joanna, you are in year ten. You will be starting your GCSE's soon, and not paying attention isn't an option."

I frowned and looked away, refusing to say anything.

"Joanna, is there something wrong? Something at home?"

I raised my eyebrows as I turned back to my teacher. "Who have you been talking to?"

"No one, Joanna," He said quickly. I finally remembered his name! Mr Johnson. "But we, the teachers, have been informed of your illness. We're all here to help if you want to talk."

"My illness." I repeated stiffly.

"Yes, but, Joanna, you must know that we want to help you."

"Yeah, right. Look, I didn't listen because I'm tired. It's not much of an excuse, but it's true. I just blank off when I'm tired." I said. Or when I didn't take my pills, I added silently.

"Fine. But don't let it happen again."

I nodded silently and walked back into the classroom, Mr Johnson following me. Sending a quick smile to Sarah, I fell back into my seat, slumping slightly as I tapped my pen against the table, wishing the day would end.

Thankfully it did, and I was soon back at home, freezing. I hated autumn/winter/cold weather. Sadly, all three were close.

Rubbing my hands together, I changed my hideous school uniform for my thick pyjamas and fluffy socks. To keep me warmer, I pulled on my oversized hoodie and my slippers.

Grabbing a book and my Ipod, I wandered upstairs to the barber's shop.

"Hey," I said sleepily, shuffling in. "Jeez, I don't know about you guys, but I'm exhausted."

"Hello, love. How was school?" Mrs Lovett asked. Sweeney glanced up at me.

"Meh, it was school." I said with a shrug.

Yawning (I was very tired), I sat on the trunk, as I always did, and leant against the wall.

"I'm cold." I announced.

"Are you, love?" Mrs Lovett asked. I nodded. "How about I try and find you a blanket?"

"Oh, no, it's ok."

"No, love, it's fine, I'll go find one!"

I watched as Mrs Lovett bustled out of the shop, wondering how the hell she was going to get a blanket back up without Dad/Grace/her noticing.

"Well, it's just you and me." I said slowly. I could just hear the dramatic music going 'dun dun DUN!'

Sweeney didn't say anything. Ugh, I was getting so annoyed with his silent treatment thing.

A grin spread across my face as I thought of an idea.

Humming to myself, I pulled my Ipod out of my pocket and plugged myself in. Turning it up full blast, I put on Bring Me The Horizon. Yeah, I had this period when I considered myself 'Emo', and I never bothered to delete the music off my Ipod.

Plus, I did kinda like it.

Only a little bit.

And Oli Sykes was just hot.

Smiling, I opened my book and began reading, pretending my music wasn't blaring out of my earphones for all to hear.

I glanced up at Sweeney. He was glaring at me, so I gave him a smile and turned back to my book.

A shadow fell over my book, but I didn't look up. I simply continued reading.

I was so evil. Heh heh.

And my evil laugh was too cool.

Oh yeah.

My earphones were suddenly ripped from my ears, and my Ipod were flying onto the floor.

"HEY!" I yelled, slamming my book onto the trunk and standing up to glare at Sweeney. "Look, mate, you can't do that. That is my Ipod, and it cost a hell of a lot of money, which means you don't throw it on the floor."

"I was trying to talk to you." Sweeney muttered. I glared at him again as I stormed past him and picked my Ipod up. Thankfully, it wasn't broken. I would've killed him if it was.

Again.

"So? You don't throw my possessions on the floor!"

"What is that?"

I looked up, my brow furrowing. "What, this?" I held up my Ipod. Sweeney nodded. "It's my Ipod."

"I...pod?" He repeated. I nodded.

"Yep! It plays music," I said. "You do know what music is, don't you?"

"Of course I do. Do I look stupid, girl?" He demanded. I was half tempted to say yes, but I liked my life the way it was. Kinda.

I grinned again as another idea sprung to my mind.

"Here, put these in your ears." I held out the earphones. Sweeney frowned as he hesitated, and then reached out and took the earphones. I grinned as I went through my music, wondering what to have him listen to.

"Right, I think you may like these guys. They're called Radiohead. I love this song, and I think you may do too."

I turned on the song, giggling as Sweeney's expression turned to one of surprise. As he listened to the song, I noticed his head was bobbing slightly.

Ohmygoodness, I had Sweeney Todd headbanging!

When the song ended, I took the earphones from him and grinned.

"Like it?"

"It was...alright." He muttered, his nose screwed up slightly. I laughed.

"Hey, you were headbanging."

"Head...banging?"

"Oh yeah. But not properly. This is how you headbang!"

Grinning, I threw my head up and down, headbanging like there was no tomorrow!

Laughing, I came to a stop, stumbling slightly from the sudden dizziness.

"Well, what do you think?"

Sweeney just looked at me.