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A/N: CRAP! I just found out that I don't own Sweeney Todd! XD yay! a new chappie! Short, yes, but please remember, 3 reviews? No inspiration... ='( ok so anyway, bear with me. This is really hard to write without confusing you guys. I AM STRESSED OUT!!!!! TOO MUCH CRAP GOING ON!!!! so this is my therapy, writing. Honors English, Honors math, Honors bio, Honors history! soccer team to playoffs, *_* No freakin sleep! But, I LUV YOU GUYS dammit, for being here for me, esp. you, NellieThePieAngel, u've inspirired me w/ ur own stories to make my own! So, that, my friend, is thanks to you. And to you other faithful reviewers, and silent readers too.
LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!
Such a short chappie...
Both Mrs. Lovett and Sweeny woke without any memory about the night before. They just thought it was a strange dream.
"Sweeney?" she asked the barber. She hadn't remembered him yet.
"Yes, Mrs. Lovett?" he answered from the seat next to her. Worried that she might be insane, he gripped her hand.
"What happened to me? Why can't I just forget!"
"Mrs. Lovett, um, what are you talking about?"
She looked at him with a funny smile, and blinked quickly. "Um, nothing, love. Everything is fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah..."
"Ok then."
"I'm sorry. Its just that, I-- ok my baby died this day fifteen years ago, and I just... I just can't forget."
"Baby? With whom? Albert?"
"Oh no, with one of my friends, Benjamin Barker, you may not know him, though. Anyway, a great man he was. But... my baby died of miscarrage."
"How old were you?" Sweeney hesitated. He did not know that he got her pregnant, let alone, it had died.
"Young, too young to be a mother. I was seventeen, actually."
"I'm sorry." He really was.
"Its ok. I mean, past is past."
"Mrs. Lovett, are you-"
'What the hell are you talking about?' a distant voice echoed in his mind.
"Excuse me?" Sweeney said out loud.
"Mista Todd?"
'She doesn't remember you. She's losing her sanity, remember?'
"Who are you?"
"Mista T, I'm Nellie Lovett, remember?"
'Lucy, we talked about this last night! Try to remember!'
"LUCY?" Sweeney stood up, angry at Mrs. Lovett.
"Oh, you know her too? She was my friend--"
"I know she was your friend; she's dead, isn't she?"
"I don't know, actually."
"LIAR!!" he pulled out a razor and held it to her throat.
'My, my, stubborn, are we Benny? You need to remember.'
"Mister Todd!" she yelled in fear.
"Look at me!" he snarled.
"Why-- oh my god. You're-"
"BENJAMIN BARKER!" he drew a line across her neck, making her whine in pure fear.
"Please.."
'Benny, REMEMBER!'
Then, he did exactly what the voice said... he remebered. Every specific detail- rape, Toby, overworking, no appreciation- everything.
"What have I done?"
'What have you done, Benny?'