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Chapter Thirty Six

I was floating.

Seriously, it was so cool. I was just floating along like a feather in the wind.

I couldn't help but giggle at the giddy feeling, and then watched in awe and amazement as small pink bubbles rose in the air, wobbling like little jellyfish before popping.

"Am I dead?" I asked out loud. Hey, if this was Heaven, I couldn't care less!

"Johanna?"

I spun around gracefully (yes, I was graceful) which was when I realised I now wore a plain white dress. It had a round neck, thick straps and the skirt just reached my knees. It was really pretty.

Was I an angel?

I didn't have time to contemplate this, however, as stood in front of me was –

"Mum?"

She laughed. "No, Johanna, I am not your mother."

My cheeks turned red. Great, even in Heaven I could blush!

"Oh!" I said in sudden realisation. "You're Lucy, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am." Lucy said, nodding slightly.

"You look like my Mum." I blurted. Lucy laughed, and I could see why Sweeney fell in love with her. She was beautiful. Truly truly beautiful.

"And you look like my daughter." She replied calmly. I grinned.

"So I've been told," I said. "Where am I?"

Instead of answering my question, Lucy asked one in return.

"Where is my husband, Johanna? Where is Benjamin?"

"He's changed, Lucy. I'm sorry, but he's not Benjamin Barker anymore."

Lucy smiled, and then held out her hand.

"Come with me, Johanna."

I hesitated slightly.

"You can trust me, Johanna."

Smiling, I reached out and took her hand, and everything started spinning.

"What's happening?" I shouted over the wind, but Lucy simply disappeared, and I was left alone.

It was dark…

I was still floating, but it was scarily dark…

Spinning around, I gasped.

I was in the yard.

In more ways than one.

I was there, floating and overlooking everything, but my body was there as well.

I wasn't going to lie. It was so damn weird seeing my body on the ground.

I was pale. Well, my body was pale. Too pale. As in, Sweeney Todd pale.

Speaking of which…

Everything began spinning, only this time it was faster. I felt like I was on the Waltzers on the pier. For a brief moment, I could hear my friends and I screaming to be pushed faster as we spun round and round, but it was replaced with the cold whistle of the wind.

My hair and the skirt of my dress whipped around, the freezing wind violently caressing me with its icy touch, tugging at my hair and clawing my skin.

And then in stopped.

I blinked, looking around. I was in the barber's shop, but it was dark and dusty. And cold. I wasn't cold myself, but I could feel it in the air, if that made sense.

It probably didn't.

I took a step forwards, blinking again as the dust stirred. It was so weird; all my senses were, like, super sensitive!

Taking in a deep breath, I continued walking until I got to the windowsill, where the familiar box sat.

A small smile played on my lips as I reached forwards and carefully undid the latch. Lifting it slowly, my eyes adjusted to the sudden gleam of silver.

"Hello," I whispered. "Did you miss me?"

Reaching out, I took one in my hand and lifted the blade. Holding it up to the window, my smile grew.

"Johanna."

My arm lowered, and I turned around with a blank expression to see Sweeney stood behind me.

"Hello." I said softly.

"Johanna," He repeated, walking forwards. I stepped out of his reach, trying not to flinch as hurt flashed in his eyes.

"No."

Sweeney frowned, but then nodded as he turned away.

"I don't hate you." I said suddenly.

"What?"

Sweeney slowly turned back towards me, his brow furrowed.

"I don't hate you. I should, but I don't," I shrugged. "I guess I'm just messed up. And, anyway, if I don't make it through this, we'll probably be seeing each other a lot more."

Sweeney nodded. "And if you do?"

I sighed. "I don't know. I can't stop taking my pills again. It's dangerous."

Sweeney also sighed, but then nodded in understanding.

"I am sorry," I said. "I…I led you on. I thought I was going to go through with it, but I couldn't. I have a life, and I want to continue living it!"

I paused, but Sweeney didn't speak. Sighing again, I carefully placed the razor back in the box before crossing the room and standing in front of him, staring him straight in the eye.

"You need to learn to forgive and forget, because life is only for the alive," I said firmly. "You need to accept that Lucy and Johanna are gone. You should be with them, in Heaven."

"I can't go," Sweeney muttered. "I am a monster."

"No, you are a man who tried to find justice in the wrong way. Believe me, we've all done it!" I said, laughing. "People like Judge Turpin are monsters, but you're not."

Sweeney looked at me, his eyes hopeful.

"Do you really believe that, Joey?"

I smiled. "I do," I paused. "Dad."

Sweeney smiled as he reached forwards and gently stroked my hair. Grinning, I stepped forwards and hugged him before taking a step back again.

"Go and find Lucy. She's waiting for you."

Sweeney then disappeared, and I was alone once more.

"Joey,"

I turned around and saw, well, me, I guess.

"Johanna?" I guessed, tilting my head to the side. She was me.

Nodding, Johanna smiled.

"Yes, I am Johanna."

"Oh, hi."

"You did a brilliant thing, Joey."

"Really? Cos it doesn't feel like I have."

Johanna smiled again. "Joey, you have helped my father find peace. He no longer lingers in that shop, waiting for me. He is with my Mother, Anthony and I in Heaven. We are a family again."

"Great, so I've restored your family, but what about mine?"

"Why don't you take a look?"

I then woke up.