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Chapter Twenty Five

"Ok…that's not weird…" I muttered to myself.

Because my life was just full of normalcy at the moment!

Snorting, I turned towards the side door, glancing inside. Nellie was sat down, her back to me, and Mrs Lovett was opposite her, doing something with her hands.

I watched them for a moment, thinking.

"Oh, Amy!"

Tears trickled down my cheeks as I held out my hand, showing Mum the cut that went across my palm.

"It hurts, Mummy." I sniffled.

Mum tutted sympathetically as she picked me up and sat my on the counter. I watched as she went through the cupboards, eventually bringing out a bandage.

"Here we go!"

Seeing the bandage in her hands, I instantly began wailing again.

"What's wrong, Amy?" Mum asked.

"I'm gonna look stupid!" I cried. Mum laughed as she hugged me, careful not to touch my bleeding hand.

"Oh poppet, no you won't," She said, taking my face in her hands and looking straight at me. "I promise."

For once, Mum kept one of her promises.

Shaking my head, I walked forwards and opened the door.

"Oh, hey, Amz." Nellie greeted me with a grin. I grinned back weakly.

"Hi."

"It's ok, look."

Nellie held up her hand. A small bandage was wrapped around her finger, and I tried to avoid looking at the faint red stain.

"Great."

Nellie laughed. "It's ok, Amz, you can come sit down!"

I nodded with a forced smile, walking forwards and perching myself on a seat. Nellie rolled her eyes.

"You're such a baby sometimes, Amz." She muttered. I didn't bother argue.

Mrs Lovett murmured something about seeing Sweeney before she bustled out. I watched her silently before turning to Nellie.

"What do you miss the most?"

"That's what I love about you, Amz. You're always so spontaneous."

I made a face. "Seriously, Nellie, what do you miss about home?"

Nellie frowned, seemingly thinking about it. It took a couple of minutes, but she eventually answered.

"Maltesers."

I stared at her incredulously.

"What?"

"Eleanor Amy Hope, out of everything we had and we've left behind, all you miss is Maltesers?"

"Jeez, Amz, it was just a joke."

I rolled my eyes.

That night, we talked about it again.

"I miss...everything, really. I miss Mum and Dad. I miss my friends, the way we'd go up town every Friday after school and meet the boys in the park. I miss listening to music while trying on clothes for the next party. I miss having a hot shower in the evening after dinner. I miss Mum singing to me when I woke up at night," Nellie paused. "I miss everything."

I thought about this. To me, Nellie was just my big sister who was obsessed with hair, make up and boys.

I was wrong.

"What do you miss, Amy?"

I looked up at Nellie in surprise. She hardly ever called me Amy. It was always Amz. Ugh.

"I miss...everything as well," I said. "I miss coming home to Mum making dinner and singing along to the radio. I miss Dad's bad jokes he made. I miss Hannah and her sarcasm. I miss singing in music with Miss Edmunds on the guitar. I miss running through the park with George on the way home when it was raining. I miss everything."

I gazed out the window. It was raining now.

"Hey, Ben, what about you?" Nellie asked, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him.

"Everything. There is nothing I can say. I miss everything."

Sighing, I climbed off my sofa/bed and curled up next to Ben, wrapping my arms around his waist. After a moment, Nellie joined us.

Together, we fell asleep.

I woke up alone the next morning, still curled up on the floor. Where Ben and Nellie were, I didn't know.

Frowning, I scrambled up and got dressed (with great difficulty, might I add) before making my way into the shop.

A note was on one of the tables. Walking forwards, I picked it up and immediately recognized Nellie's carefully rounded writing.

Hey, Amz!

Ben is working (as usual), so Mrs L and I are going to the market for…stuff. I don't know what, so don't ask me. Have fun with 'Mr T'!

See ya!

Nellie xxx

Sighing, I screwed the note up.

Great.

Just…great.

A knock at the front door made me jump. Seeing a man, I quickly dropped the note and unlocked the door.

"Hello," I said uncertainly.

"Hello," The man replied with a kind smile. "You couldn't tell me if Mr Todd is at home, could you?"

"Oh, yes, I think he is. You can come through here if you like."

The man smiled as he stepped into the shop. Shutting the door, I led him through the side door and up the wooden steps.

"Here you go." I said, gesturing towards the door.

"Thank you."

I watched as the man knocked on the door and then entered.

I couldn't help but feel slightly curious. How was Sweeney going to shave the man?

I know Mrs Lovett had told me to stay away from the shop when Sweeney was working, but what harm could it do?

Crossing my fingers and praying I wouldn't get caught, I peeked around and through the glass.

Sweeney was stood some way away from the man, glaring down at him. I frowned. What was he doing?

He lifted up his razor into the air. Something bad was going to happen, I could feel it. But I kept watching.

A small smirk appeared on Sweeney's face before he brought his arm down in one swift action.

I swallowed.

Blood spurted out of the man's neck, spraying everywhere.

Still smirking, Sweeney stamped his foot on something. The chair tipped backwards as a trapdoor opened, and the man slid out of view.

Everything began spinning.

Blood…the man…Sweeney…razor…it all blurred into one thing.

Sweeney had killed him.

"Amy?"

I looked up in horror at Sweeney, my mouth open to speak. I couldn't get the words out; they were stuck in my throat.

"You…" I managed to choke out.

And then I fainted.