A/N: You know you're Sweeney obsessed when you associate everything with him. Other Chicks by Ciara is on my itunes right now, and I keep thinking of this song from Mrs Lovett's P.O.V. Obessessed, I know, but it's part inspiration for what could be a longer fic.

Sunday 24th of May

Mrs Lovett's Diary

I jus' 'ad to duck out an' check Toby. I wos wrong. He got stuck inta the Gin again. Wot Mr T said 'ad me so shaken I couldn't sleep alone tonight.

Yes, o'right, I'll admit. Maybe part o' me wos scared o' wot 'e could do to us.

I'm sittin' with Toby in me downstairs parlor, restin' in me easy chair. Anyway, on with me diary. It's the only thing that seems ta keep me sane nowadays.

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Like I said before I interrupted me self, I wos searchin' for somethin' personal o' Mr T's.

Jus' like a regular thief, I wos.

It wos sittin' on 'is nightstand. O'right, I lied. It was in the second drawer. I pulled the drawer out, and rifled through his belongings. Wot was I lookin' for? Some part o' the loving Benjamin tha' wos now dead an' gone?

"Oh me Lord!" I swore, kneelin' down on them dusty floorboards. "It isn't! I can't be – "

I wos too surprised to finish me own sentence. Mr Todd keeps a diary!

An' me being a sticky-beak, I began readin' it. Well, the last page. I didn't 'ave time to read the whole thing!

The last entry was marked Saturday 23rd of May, 1846. That wos jus' yesterday!

"Soon my vengeance will be complete. I will have my revenge satisfied, once and for all…"

I skipped ahead two pages, since most of those pages were repeats of the same sentences, with lots of "blood," "vengeance," and "revenge" included.

Funnily enough, I couldn't find nothing about me, until –

"Hullo," I said to me self. "'ere we go."

"If I have to hear that god-damned woman's awful voice ask me one more time if I need anything, I will be close to slitting Mrs Lovett's throat and spilling her innards all over the floor."

I wos stung, and shuddered, wonderin' if it were right for me to read anymore.

But I did anyway.

"She thinks to bring me to her world with cheery smiles and sunny breakfasts and outings. It won't work. What she fails to recognise is how stupid and futile her attempts are. For soon enough, I won't be here to hear them. I've slit enough throats to know how to cut my own. Soon enough, my dearest, loveliest Lucy, you and I will be together at last. Soon my love…."

An' I dropped the book, jus' like that. And I ran down them stairs, poundin' like one of them exotic elephants. All I could think on at first was 'ow cruel Mr T was. I always known he was cold, but ta read it set down in words like that….it made me sick ta think on wot else 'ed written down.

"Mrs Lovett!" An' angry voice cut me down like bamboo.

It was Mr T, appearin' in me shop front. "What is that racket?" He demanded. "You woke me!"

"Ah, nothin' at all.." I tried not to glance upstairs.

He didn't believe me one bit.

He saw my wild face, an' ran upstairs as if 'e'd been expectin' me ta pull a stunt like this. It didn't take 'im more than a minute. He came boltin' back down them stairs, an' when I saw the fire in 'is face, I made ta run out the door.

"Oh no you don't Mrs Lovett." He grabbed the back of me 'air, an' jerked me backwards.

He 'ad one of 'is razors in 'is hands, predictably.

"So this is how you spend your time. Snooping around my things while I sleep?"

He wrenched the back of me 'ead back, an' I wos so sick with fright I couldn't say nothin' at all. "Keeping a tab on me Mrs Lovett? Scared I'm going to turn a screw loose?"

"It ain't like that!" I finally defended myself. Tho' 'e 'ad a point about loose screws.

Mr T had by now dropped the razor, an' twisted me arm back so's I couldn't move.

"I wos cleanin', an' me findin' it wos an accident! But please, Mr T," I said, pleadin' now, "you can't kill ya self! It won't bring Lucy back if ye do!"

That wosn't the right answer, cause the next second I felt him bendin' back me fingers most painful-like. "Don't you tell me how to mourn my wife!"

At last, he dropped me, an' I lay pantin' there on the floor. I must'a looked a pitiful sight.

"Touch my things again," he warned, "an' I'll murder both you an' the boy while you sleep."

An' then 'e left me. I wos so upset, I wos past the point of tears. I dunno if I'm talkin' nonsense, but that's 'ow empty I felt just then. Too dry for tears.

An' that's 'ow me stinkin' day went, an' why I can't face 'im tomorrow.

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