Well hello there! Long time no read eh? Sorry I've been so unreliable with posting, I hate myself for it quite greatly. So basically this is just something I felt was needed, seeing as you've made it this far you obviously know I'm all about the drama xD

I hope that my long and drama filled never ending story is not pissing you off, I don't think many of you liked the last chapter very much because I didn't get any feedback at all :( Oh well, maybe you guys will like this one better!

Sweeney shot awake violently, taking in a gasp of air as he snapped out of the nightmare. He could feel the angry scars burning on his back violently as the memories of their cause spun through his mind.

"Love, are you alright?" Mrs. Lovett said frantically, placing an arm on his shoulder.

He jerked away, pain flaring through his arm as she touched him.

"Mr. T, are you hearing me?" she asked again

Taking in gasps of air he noticed his hand clutching onto the sofa. "Oh god, it hurts" he groaned to himself, the scars searing in pain as he tried to move.
"What hurts love?" now desperate to make some sense out of what he was saying.

"The scars" he said, pain coating every word that escaped him.

Standing up he began working hysterically at the buttons of his vest, desperately trying to pull it off. As he tugged off his suspenders he pulled at the buttons of his shirt.

The pain of the fabric touching his back making his mind cloudy, yanking it off he felt only the slightest bit of relief as the scars were exposed to the air.

Mrs. Lovett gasped loudly as she stared in horror at the ragged skin of his back, there was hardly a section of the skin that was not brutally scarred by the frantic lines. His pain was made obvious to her as she gawked at the redness surrounding the lines.

"Oh my goodness" she said, standing up she slowly made her way over to him, being carefully not to touch him "love what happened?" she had seen him unclothed before, but had somehow never noticed the scars.

Sweeney clenched his teeth as he suppressed a groan. His head was spinning, the last time he'd felt pain like this was years ago...

"Mr. T, talk to me, what's wrong?" she was practically smothering him with question as he stood there, his hands clenched as he fought the urge to collapse.

"Please let me help! What do you need is there anything I can do?" she continued.

"Mr. T-"

"Shut up" he growled through his teeth.

Mrs. Lovett squeaked quietly at the sudden harshness in his voice.

"I-I-"

"Shut...Up" he said a little louder this time.

Taking a step back she remained silent, tears welling up in her eyes as she stood by helplessly and watched him suffer.

Sweeney swayed slightly, he collapsed onto his knees another wave of pain crashing through him.

Resting on his knees he bent forward, clutching his arms against his chest he cried out as the pain increased. He could practically feel the whip biting into his skin, ripping flesh from bone with every snap.

"Mr. T!" Mrs. Lovett screamed as she dropped down beside him "oh god, please let me help you" she begged, using all self control she had not to reach out and touch him.

Shaking his head he attempted to dismiss her effort at helping him "don't" he snarled though clenched teeth.

The sound of faint footsteps echoed from the stairs, making Mrs. Lovett turn to see Toby standing wide eyed.

"Toby!" she cried rushing over to him "everything's alright, please just go back upstairs" she said, desperately trying to usher him back to his room.

"What happened to him?" he asked, addressing the scars.

"I don't know" she replied, her voice cracking as she was near tears.

"We need to help" Toby demanded, trying to move down the stairs a little further

"No stop, he won't let me. And he surely won't let you"

Toby turned to look at her, she could see he was worried.

"But what if he dies?"

Mrs. Lovett swallowed hard "he won't die, please just go back upstairs. Everything will be fine I promise"

Reluctantly Toby returned to his room, closing the door just in time to cut Sweeney off mid cry.

Hurrying back over to him Mrs. Lovett paced the room, racking her brain for idea's that would help.

"Don't" Sweeney said, still hunched over on the ground "I know what you're doing, so don't"

"You need to let me help you" she said kneeling next to him

"No I don't!" he roared "I've never needed help before, and I don't need it now!"

He was praying silently that she would just leave him be, just let him suffer through the pain but he knew she wouldn't, she was too determined.

Not moving an inch she remained beside him, you need help... why won't you accept that? She thought to herself, silently getting frustrated with the man's persistence to suffer.

Feebly he tried to push himself up, unable to ignore the agony searing through him. Clamping his mouth shut he forced himself to remain silent as he maladroitly got to his feet, stumbling slightly.

"I have an idea" Mrs. Lovett said as she rushed into the kitchen.

Groaning to himself Sweeney leaned against the wall, unable to stand without the support.

Seconds later she had returned carrying a large wet cloth. "You may not want help, but I'm going to anyways and you can't stop me" she said defiantly

As much as he hated to admit it, she was right. There was nothing he could do to stop her. He was clearly in no state to physically prevent her, nor was his mental state any better.

Vision blurring he struggled to stay conscious "stay with me" Mrs. Lovett said, causing him to snap out of the dreamy state momentarily.

He glared at her but she ignored it, walking to stand behind him with the cloth.

"Don't" he ordered harshly.

Without a word she pressed the cloth to his back, cold water running down from it.

Gasping he flinched away slightly, though she did not waver continuing to move it along the scars.

Unable to prevent a moan from escaping his lips, he gave into the cool feeling of relief as she slid the cloth along his skin.

"Help isn't so bad" she said with a smirk, feeling triumphant as he gave into her.

I don't need help, stop this. Get away from me... he thought, but the thought of the pain returning forced him to stay where he was Stop Being Vulnerable! His mind cried.

At that though he wrenched away from her, spinning so he was facing her shocked expression.

"Mr. T.... "she pleaded, taking a step towards him.

Moving quickly back he smacked hard into the wall, anguish blazing anew with the contact to the hard wood.

Choking on air he collapsed again, vision narrowing into dark tunnels as he slipped into an unconscious state.