:Horrid Memories and Insane Revelations:

A/N: I don't own anything!XD. coughmecough, I'm writing out my feelings (a habit of mine) so don't be frightened by angry Nellie AnywhoA/N: My horrible attempt at an insane Nellie. Italics are flashbacks, blah blah blah. I'm pretty pissed off so, yeah.

Seeing the frail, unmoving body of Nellie Morgan was nerve-racking. Ben shot a look at Albert, who was almost on the verge of tears.
"Is she...?"
"Dead? No, Al, that's preposterous! Just that damn corset, she can't breathe!" Ben shook his head.
"I don't understand Nellie, she already too skinny, she doesn't need a corset. Ben... wait--" Lucy looked up, a quizzical look on her face. Ben was already moving, flipping over the unconcious woman.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Albert asked.
"Saving her ass, what else?"
"How... oh god, Ben!" Albert groaned as his friend tore against the dress, revealing the wet corset.
"Lucy, give her a towel, I sense she'll need it." Ben said as he quickly loosened the corset. On cue, Nellie shot up, coughing uncontrollably, clutching her chest, and thankfully, the corset to.
"Bloody hell! Why am I wearing nothing 'cept-- Ben!" she smacked the man with her hand while Lucy covered her up. Bystanderes snickered as Nellie repeatedly slapped him, chasing him with both rage and humor. She and him collapsed, in fits of laughter, holding each other while Nellie leaned against him, her wet hair brushing against his neck. her corset and most of her dress were on, though she wrapped the towel around her.
"Benny, where do you think Lucy and Al are?"
"I don't know, Nell. Perhaps snogging madly, somewhere in the sand--" he gripped her shoulders tightly, then let go, realizing that it was Nellie, not Albert, who he was squeezing.
"Sorry..." he muttered.
"Ben, why didn't you just tell Al how you felt about Luce. I mean, Lucy loves you."
"I know. But,"
"But what?"
"I-- er, never mind."
"You sure?"
"Yep. Positive!"
"Good, because, I want to show you something." she crawled to a spot parallel to him and took off her towel. She clutched a pendant that swirled in her hand, blue and black stones circling the chain. It was beautiful, the blue hues sparkling in the sun, the black remaining still and shiny. The silver chain was an ocean of grey, wavy in its shape. She held it out, just enough for the silver to catch the sun.
"It's for Lucy. You know, so you can give it to her." she shrugged.
"It's beautiful, Nell. How can I ever repay you?"
"Its okay, it isn't troubling." she smiled as he took it into his hand. He looked at her eyes, her irises gleaming in the fading sun. He leaned in closer, his lips touching hers. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, now responding to his soft kiss. She parted her lips slightly, giving way for his tongue to enter. Pulling her in, he deepened the kiss, setting her down on the soft sand. Tongues fought for dominance as the sun set into the crimson horizon, the bluish-black of night settling into the sky.

Nellie, unwillingly, lost all self control and fell in love with the one of her best friends. Benjamin Barker.

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Sweeney roused and paced again. He thought about his most recent dream, no-- memory. His naïve days as Benjamin Barker were over, and now he his Sweeney Todd. Of course, Mrs. Lovett has no possible way of remembering this particular day. Why should she? Almost drowning, being half-naked at the beach, her heart breaking that same day... isn't that the type of day you would like to forget? Perhaps she does remember. But she couldn't... why would she?

"Mista Todd!" Toby panted as he whirled into the barber shop.
"What is it, T-- To-- boy?"
"Toby, sir. Its mum, she's-- she's gone completely mad! Come quick! Come--!" he said, already sprinting back to Mrs. Lovett's room.
"Bloody wonder, that Mrs. Lovet, bloody wonder." he muttered.
-

"Nell, please, I'm sorry." Ben said, walking behind Nellie Morgan.
"Sorry? Is that it?" she asked mockingly.
"Nell please..."
"Sorry for what? Snogging me like no tomorrow and then telling me that you don't love me? Is that what you're sorry for?" she stopped walking, her anger at the highest level it could possibly reach. She glared at him, waiting for a response.
"Nell, I don't love you, not like that."
"Then why the hell did you have sex with me? Dammit Ben! You're so f------ conceited! You think that you could toy with my emotions, and then leave me when you want Lucy. Well guess what? I'm done with you. And here's your stupid necklace." she threw the jewelry at him and stomped on his foot.
"Ow! Shit, Nell!"
"You were my first, asshole." she said, trying to refrain from punching him.
"What do you mean? I thought you and Al-"
"No, Ben. I never let him touch me." she managed to say through tears. They stared at each other for awhile, untill Lucy and Albert came back.
"Hey, you guys weren't in the cottage! Where were you? C'mon we have like a week left, lets go and--" Lucy said. Nellie cut her off, "Don't worry, I was just leaving."
"Don't go!" Lucy cried out, begging for her to stay.
"I'm sorry." Ben whispered, thinking that he and Nellie were the only ones there. She raised a hand to slap him, wanting to so bad, hurt him just like he did to her. But she didn't. She walked away, crying softly.

The sun rose, the orange day dominating the black night.

Funny, she thought, I'm alone. No difference.

-

Mrs. Lovett woke up. She remembered that day so clearly that it hurt. Why does she remember? Why? She cried softly, suddenly feeling pain, and love. Ben, her only love, now Sweeney. He is the same person! But why can she hate Ben, but love him?

Ben...

"Mrs. Lovett?" he whispered, walking to her bed. She ceased crying and opened her eyes. She didn't find Mr. Todd, but Benjamin Barker. He touched her shoulder, shaking her softly. His brown eyes met hers, flickering around.
"Mrs. Lovett?"
The sound of her new surname was foreign to his voice, or, rather her fiance's surname. Ben?
"Mrs. Lovett!"
There it is again! She laughed at Ben's ignorance. She wasn't married to Al yet, was she?
"Nellie!"
On a first name basis, are we, Ben?
"Nell?"
"Ben?" she asked with uncertainty. "Benny?"

"Mrs. Lovett, what did you say again?"
"Benjamin Barker, is that you?" she giggled.
"Mrs. Lovett, what are you talking about? Its Sweeney!"
"Sweeney? Thats a funny name!" she laughed, suddenly remembering the brand of whiskey, Sweeney Penn.
"Mrs. Lovett!"
"Wheres Luce and Al? They should be here by now!"
"They're dead, Nellie! What are you talking about?" he shook her shoulders, trying to bring sanity back to her mind.
"Dead?" tears ran down her face, her dwindling sanity now coming back.
"Yes, Nellie, dead." he whispered, remembering the Nellie he knew.
"Ben?" she asked.
"Yes?" he hesitated.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"Her..." the baker's eyes closed, leaving Sweeney alone in the dark room.

"Eleanor Morgan, do you take Albert Lovett to be your husband?" the priest asked Mrs. Lovett, who hid underneath her veil, not wanting to make eye contact with anybody. She looked into Albert's violet eyes, tears welling up in her own. 'I'm sorry.' he glanced at her with pure sorrow, knowing very well that they didn't love each other.
"I do."
"You may kiss the bride."

Benjamin Barker, the uninvited guest, stood in the corner, crying silently as a mixture of betrayal and anger steamed inside him.

"I'm sorry, Nell, I really am."

Mrs. Lovett sat up and found Ben sitting on her rocking chair and an unfamiliar man, a black haired man with a single white stripe in it, sleeping on the chair parallel to her bed. How odd.

Her initial reaction was to scream, and she tried to, but for some reason, she couldn't.
"Nice try Nell. He can't hear you, technically, because you are sleeping." Ben laughed as he pointed to the still figure of Mrs. Lovett.
"What?"
"Its all quite simple. You are about to get yourself in Bedlam, you know, as you are mad and all. I, Benjamin Barker, am here to help you. See that man, right there. Yeah, he's me."
"What the hell are talking about?"
"I am technically alive. See him, as long as he is alive, I might as well be too. But that man, Sweeney Todd, is not like me. He has no emotions, only rage and anger. Now me, and Lucy, angels, may I say, even though we are alive, are here to help him feel. Got that?"
"Yeah..."
"When you wake up, you may not have any recollection of this meeting. Remember. Which leads to another subject. These vivid memories, these are your own. These feel so real, so painful. Don't be scared. Nell, please remember. You are not insane." he walked to her and kissed her forehead. "Good night, Nell."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Lucy?" Mister Todd opened his eyes to see his beautiful wife, standing with a ring of silver light glowing around her. Her blond hair glimmered as she smiled.
"Hi Ben."
"What are you doing here? You're dead! Mrs. Lovett, she--she told me you were."
"I'm not dead. Trust me, I'm not."
"She lied to me? How dare she?" he furiously yanked out his razor and began walking to Mrs. Lovett's bed.
"Ben, are you going to do that? Really?"
"She lied! I could have gone to you! But instead, she kept me to herself, that selfish bitch."
"Ben. You know that crazy old beggar woman? Thats me. I have no recollection of you. Nothing. I'm just ghost of my former self."
"But why?"
"When I took that arsenic, I wasn't thinking. Nellie did try to stop me, she practically slapped the bottle out of my hands! But then I did something I'm not proud of, and... yeah. Anyway, would you really kill the girl that supported you? Kill the girl that loved you? Kill the same woman was there for you, me, and Johanna? Really, Benny?"
"....No."
"Benny, she's losing her sanity. Want to know why?"
"Why?"
"Because she's been working her ass off, and never got a thank you. You know, she hated you for a long time. For just leaving her like that. Ben, I was disappointed in you when you did that. Benny, please, you don't know what she's been through."
"Lucy, don't tell me what I don't know and do know. I've been through way worse things than her!"
"Benny! Ok, do you really want to know what she told me? Do you?"
"What, Lucy? What did she tell you? What could she have possibly tell you that she hadn't told me?"
"That she was raped by her uncle at the age of eleven, then again by her neighbor at fifteen. Then she had sex with you, which took a lot of strength and bravery. After that, she got pregnant with your child. She got a miscarriage with that baby. She turned to alcohol, and almost died. Then, Judge Turpin came along and put you to jail, which hurt her, then I got raped, then Al died. Her friends, almost siblings-- you, me, and Al-- all seemed to leave her at the same time. And you know what else? Most recently, one of her customers almost killed her. Then Toby almost drank himself to death, which worried her so much. And now? Her painful memories of you are forcing her to insanity. So don't tell me you've had worse. Because she has had a shitty life so far." Lucy breathed. Sweeney looked at her, then to Mrs. Lovett. "She hasn't slept in a month. You know that, don't you?"
"No--"
"Sweeney, everything I've told you... you won't remember. It will become a memory. It is now up to you if you want to remember. Good night."

A/N: crappy chapter, ain't it? Anywhy, read and review. I'm not sure how I'm going to go with this story, as its quite confuzzling (my fave word! =D) So, if my readers don't approve/understand this concept, I WILL delete it! So, if you like it/understand it, make sure you'll review! BTW: my updates will be sporatic so be wary of it! Why? School, soccer, girl scouts, school projects, my "me" time, and social life. Not saying that this isn't a priority, its just I have lots of things going on. But don't worry! If I have any free time, I WILL update! And, join a group I found on faebook: Sweenett Lovers. Its the only one, so JOIN! R&R please, no flames.