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Chapter Thirty Three

I was in a world of nightmares.

I was spiraling down and down, falling into a world of darkness. So many emotions were pelted at me, like bullets out of a gun. Anger, hatred, depression and, most of all, pain.

Pain...

I could feel pain.

Pain had taken over my body and mind as I spiraled down. It was attacking me, taking over me. I felt sick with pain.

My nightmares were surrounding me as I fell down, replaying themselves. Sometimes I would be thrown right into the nightmare, having to relive it. The most dominant nightmare that was responsible for this was in Turpin's home.

Other times, however, I would be on the sidelines, watching myself make the most stupid mistakes. I hovered as my nightmare self watched Mum being carried away by Ben.

"Mum?" I had whimpered, shivering in my pyjamas as Ben yanked her past me.

"GO WITH HER!" I screamed at myself. "PLEASE, JUST GO WITH HER! MAKE SURE SHE'S OK!"

But all I did was stand there and watch.

It felt like I had been doing that my whole life. Standing and watching.

I'd always been too scared to jump in, to throw myself into it and have fun. I just stood on the sidelines, watching, waiting.

What was I waiting for?

I never really knew...

I'd never join in. It could be anything. It could be a...dance or...sports...or...anything. It could anything and I'd still refuse to give in, no matter what. One of the cutest, sweetest boys that I had fancied for ages could come over to me and ask me to dance with them and I would still say no because I was so scared of making a fool of myself.

Hell, I'd always been scared.

Even when I was little, I was far too scared to have my hair cut in case I would look silly.

And, now, my fears had caught me.

My fears had caught me and had defeated me.

What if I never woke up?

Was I doomed to simply stay in this world? A world where my nightmares were taking over me, a world where I was constantly afraid?

And then I saw it.

A light.

I could feel myself being pulled out of the darkness, towards the light...

Was I dying?

Though my whole world was torn apart...I didn't want to die.

I still had my whole life ahead of me. I could get over what happened. It would take ages...so long...but, I'd get over it. I hoped I would, anyway.

I'd have Mum...Mum and Ben and Nellie...we'd get home and the four of us would be happy. We'd be a family.

"Amy..."

I could hear someone...someone was calling my name...I knew that voice...

"Green finch, and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird, how is it you sing?"

I knew that song. I knew it very very well.

"How can you jubilate sitting in cages, never taking wing?"

I knew it...

"She's moving, Mum!" Someone exclaimed excitedly.

Nellie...

"Calm down, Nellie, she's been twitching all night."

Ben...

"She's going to be ok."

Mum!

They were here, waiting for me. They were waiting for me to wake up!

I felt like I was swimming in treacle. I was trying and trying and trying to get towards the light, but something was pulling me down.

"Let me go!" I whimpered, trying to rise out of the darkness.

The force pulling me down grew stronger, grabbing me and pulling me. Suddenly, the force was replaced with a pair of hands.

I glanced over my shoulder and gasped.

Turpin.

He grinned in an evil manner, his hands tightening around my waist as he pulled me down.

"Let. Me. Go!" I growled, struggling against his grip.

I could feel myself slipping slightly. His hands were now on my shoulders.

"Let me go!" I ordered, still struggling.

I let out a low groan of disgust as I felt his lips on my neck, tears springing to my eyes again.

I was failing.

I was going to die.

No.

No, I couldn't die. I wasn't going to die.

Letting out an annoyed noise, I shouted for the last time, "LET ME GO!"

With one last, forceful kick, I pulled myself out of his grip and threw myself into the light.

My eyes flickered open.

Everything was so clear.

My senses slowly dimmed as I allowed myself to get used to get used to being awake while my eyes darted about quickly, taking in the room I was in.

I was at Fleet Street.

I was...home.

"Amy?"

I turned my head, my whole body groaning in protest, to look at Mum.

"M-Mum..."

"Oh, Amy!"

I winced as Mum scooped me into a sudden hug, my hiss of pain making her let go of me.

"I'm sorry!" She said quickly, helping me lie down again. I smiled up at her sleepily.

"Mum..."

"I'm here, darling, and so are Ben and Nellie."

"Mr Todd...Mrs Lovett...?" I asked weakly.

"Yes, they're here too."

I smiled contently, my eyes shutting for a moment.

They then shot open.

"Mum!"

"Ssh, Amy, you need to relax."

"No, Mum, Turpin! It was him! He killed Dad and Granddad!"

"What? Are you sure?"

"He told me!"

"Ok, Amy, darling, just calm down," Mum said, gently pushing me down. "You've had a hard time."

"But, Mum - "

"Amy."

I sighed, knowing that from her serious tone, the conversation was closed. I rolled onto my side, pulling the blanket right up to my neck.

"Are you going to go to sleep, baby?"

"Mmm."

Mum smiled as she gently brushed my hair out of my face.

"I'm going to tell everyone that you're awake. Are you going to be ok?"

I smiled. "Yeah."

Mum leant down to kiss my forehead before leaving.

I drifted in and out of sleep as everyone gathered around me. I could stay awake for an hour and then sleep for a few mintues, or vice versa. Even while I was asleep, I could hear my family and friends talking and laughing.

I was alive.

The thought drifted around my mind happily. I was alive. I was alive and I was at home.

What happened was still in my mind, a dark thought that lurked in the back, waiting to creep into my dreams and thoughts.

"Mum!" I gasped as I shot up, my heart racing and my forehead sweaty.

Breathing heavily, my eyes adjusted to the dark room. Groaning, I fell back down. Tears slowly trickled down my cheeks as I realized I was alone.

My dream, no, my nightmare, had scared me beyond words.

I felt like a child as I silently begged for my Mum to return, to hug me and tell me everything would be ok.

"Amy?"

I looked up in surprise to see Sweeney standing in the doorway, staring at me. I stared back at him.

"Y-yes?"

Sweeney walked into the room, sitting down in the chair opposite me that everyone else had sat in to talk to me. I stared at him inquiringly.

"How are you?"

I resisted the urge to snort before answering.

"As brilliant as I can be." I muttered.

"Amy..."

"Can I just say something, please?"

Sweeney stared at me before nodding.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I said everything I said. I was out of order and I shouldn't have said I what I did. I'm sorry."

Sweeney continued staring at me silently. I waited anxiously. I had apologised, yeah, but this was Sweeney Todd. He didn't forgive people, he -

"I forgive you."

"What?"

"I forgive you." He repeated.

"R-really?"

Sweeney nodded.

Without really thinking about it, I scrambled up from the sofa and hugged him.

After a moment, Sweeney hugged me back. Both of us were silent as we hugged each other. Again, without thinking, I climbed onto his lap and buried my face into his chest. I could feel him tense slightly, but he didn't let go of me or shove me off.

I didn't speak or move, and neither did Sweeney. We simply sat together, hugging each other like we couldn't let go.

As I slowly drifted into a blissful sleep, one last thought entered my mind.

I was safe in Sweeney's arms.