Mood: Happy
Tunes: "Good Ol' Fashion Nightmare" Matt and Kim.
I love singing this song obnosiouly loud. I'm not sure why. Oh well! All in good fun I suppose.
So this post is just an update on how I am. As of now, I am much better! I am happyer than ever and my life is filled with joy. Still a little nervous about DA adutions but that will just have to work its self out. Lalala. How are all of you?
Thanks fallowers and people who take time out of there lifes to read this!!
:)
Best wishes!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
The Big Trip
Daylight. Part one.
Starting a journey.
First stop, out of my mind.
Embracing pill on tounge.
Melting.
Waiting.
BANG!!
Colors everywhere.
The road turns into a snake....
We can't stop!
Theres bats everywehre man!
Drive fucker drive!!!
Speedfreak on LSD.
TO. Be. CONTINUED.
Starting a journey.
First stop, out of my mind.
Embracing pill on tounge.
Melting.
Waiting.
BANG!!
Colors everywhere.
The road turns into a snake....
We can't stop!
Theres bats everywehre man!
Drive fucker drive!!!
Speedfreak on LSD.
TO. Be. CONTINUED.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Moods Part 1: Depression, Anger, Relief, and Thoughts on Cenzorship.
I scowle at the earth.
And everything with in it.
I laugh.
A harsh laugh.
While I listening to Bauhaus in a darkend room.
Over.
And over and over again.
Feeling like they understand.
Or feeling like someone does.
I spit on the earth.
Fire claws threw my fingure tips.
Just... Shut. Up.
Let me be alone in my room.
With my thoughts, fears, and tears once and awhile.
Or not.
Do I need a reason to be sad?
Do I really need a reason to just not want to go on?
I shouldnt.
But they make if feel like I do.
The doctors, the mother, the people.
Cant they all just except the fact I am just sad for no reason and move on.
Then it happens.
I get mad. Real mad. Mad I want to brake someones face.
Instead I yell.
Then I dont want to be dealt with.
Just... stay out of my life.
For a day or two.
Then I am ok.
I get by.
And continue.
Sometimes It will rise up again.
So I curse to cope.
I get yelled at.
Cenzorship is useless....
It only blinds you momentarily.
If some words offend you then shouldnt they all?
I sit alone again.
Bauhaus in my thoughts...
"Who Killed Mr. Moonlight?''
"Who Killed Mr. Moonlight?''
I dont know.
And everything with in it.
I laugh.
A harsh laugh.
While I listening to Bauhaus in a darkend room.
Over.
And over and over again.
Feeling like they understand.
Or feeling like someone does.
I spit on the earth.
Fire claws threw my fingure tips.
Just... Shut. Up.
Let me be alone in my room.
With my thoughts, fears, and tears once and awhile.
Or not.
Do I need a reason to be sad?
Do I really need a reason to just not want to go on?
I shouldnt.
But they make if feel like I do.
The doctors, the mother, the people.
Cant they all just except the fact I am just sad for no reason and move on.
Then it happens.
I get mad. Real mad. Mad I want to brake someones face.
Instead I yell.
Then I dont want to be dealt with.
Just... stay out of my life.
For a day or two.
Then I am ok.
I get by.
And continue.
Sometimes It will rise up again.
So I curse to cope.
I get yelled at.
Cenzorship is useless....
It only blinds you momentarily.
If some words offend you then shouldnt they all?
I sit alone again.
Bauhaus in my thoughts...
"Who Killed Mr. Moonlight?''
"Who Killed Mr. Moonlight?''
I dont know.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Sweeney so far.
"Mr. Todd sir?" Coralline stammered out. Never in all of her 18 years has her curiosity sir her as much as this! She was a tailors apprentice. She lived in a basement under Mrs. Lady Wotton Taylor shop on Fleet Street in London. She came across from Boston to flee from her families past. They where all hung from witch craft. The man did not speak. A barber lived up stairs and seldom came down. "Mr. T-Todd?" She said a little louder. The man turned to look at her. His expression remained the same; somber. "I... I know you don’t like to be disturbed in your work but... but I made you tea." She said softly and held out a cup and saucer for him. He glanced at her, then her slightly shaking hand. "Thank you, love." he said barley audible. She nodded and placed it on the table and feeling her self go pink... she left. Coralline walked down the stairs to the small little work room to mend a dress. "He certainly is handsome.... No wonder he charms Lady Wotton so easily!! Oh stop thinking of such things! Your here to survive not love.... not yet anyway." She thought. "OUCH!!" She pricked her figure on the sewing needle.... again...
* Upstairs in The Baber Shop *
Sweeney Todd sat in his barber chair. He gazed out at the rainy world that London gave him, sorrowfully. His neck itched. He gritted his teeth in pain and starched around the scar he had received from a little boy, so many years ago. Sometimes, the urge to kill would grip him so hard along with this pain that.... he acted on it. Sweeney Todd vowed to find said boy, he now assumed a man, and drag him threw hell! He knew he was to die someday but it was NOT going to be by the hands of a Orphan boy! And when, Sweeney did in fact die, as we all disserve to do, he would quietly go back to hell. There was no hope for him pleading with God. He begged no one. He knew his hope was gone. He glanced over at his table. The tea! He walked over to it and sipped it gratefully. "The girl is sweet but curious..." he thought " perhaps to curious" he finished aloud. He sat down again and began to clean his razors.
*Down stairs*
"Are you finished with those dresses!?" snapped Mrs. Lady Wotton coming in from shopping. "Three of them, Auntie... I mean Lady Wotton." Coralline mudded. "DONT CALL ME AUNTIE!! I am ashamed to be related to you! But in any case, how many did I give you to finish?" She said. "Four Lady Wotton." Coralline replied not meeting the fat frogs gaze. "I see what of the forth, Coralline?" "It couldn’t be finished. We ran out of red thread today when I finished the order for The Duke Of Lexington, Lady Wotton." She replied holding her tongue. "Well then go out to the market and get some thread child! Use your head you useless thing!!" She snapped. "But its raining!! And I have no umbrella or money to buy one!" Coralline protested. "No buts! Out!" Lady Wotton hissed. Her fat neck jiggled when she yelled. "Y-yes mama." Coralline mudded and marched out into London’s cold and bitter rain. Sweeney saw her go out. He felt no pity or sympathy, but an old emotion stirred inside him. He grew dizzy. He threw himself down in the chair and was soon lost in thought.
Coralline quickly became utterly lost. Rain fell down in sheets. She walked blindly. Anger filled her. At last! She reached the tread shop only to find it was close. "That Old' bitch!" she mudded. She continued to curse like a sailor and tried to find her way back threw wind and rain. Coralline wandered off blindly. Her long black hair getting in the way... She cursed her self as she felt hot tears of frustration burn down her face.
Sweeney woke with a start. His nightmare was his only dream. He felt angry, hunger for blood shed and screams. He began to see flashes of red in his vision. His snake like tongue licked his lips. "Tonight someone will die by the hands of Sweeney Todd!!" He thought with a mad pleasure. "Soon..." he drew out his razor, "You shall drip rubies, my love, perisous rubies..." he sang softly and got up. Excited he went down stairs to find a victim...
Lady Wotton ate her dinner and looked by the fire. "The store is closed, Mama.." said a dripping wet cold and hunger Coralline. "Well that is not my concern! Until you finish that dress..." she pointed to the half sew dress in the coner. "You shall be locked in the basement!" "Lady Wotton, honestly!! How can I finish a dress when we have no thread, and it is terribly dark down there. Why it isn’t even light enough to see praticly let alone finish a dress!" Coralline exclaimed. "Didn’t your mother teach you to hold your tounge!!??" Lady Wotton stood and grabbed her wrist. "Oww!!..." She struggled. "L-let me go you old' hag!!" Lady Wotton slapped her. "YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD!!" She then pushed her into the darkness that was the basement and locked the door. Coralline hit the floor and laid there in a daze. Sweeney herd all this and waited to here the door lock then, he entered. "Why! Lady Wotton! Never have I seen a lovely her face! Your red as a rose my dear!" he said. "Oh... why Mr. Todd, please!!" She giggled and batted her eyelashes in an attempted to be attractive. But alas! She had grown old and fat, her youth had left her. Coralline jumped up when she herd his voice. "Maybe Mr. Todd will let me out!!" She blushed and she felt it. "Oooh... I already have been upon these strange shores for a month and I am fascinated....with a man no less..." She shook it off and pressed her ear a against the door to listen. Of all the things one could think about being locked in a dark basement, she thought about how she looked! Why if Mr. Todd where to open the door!! She dreaded the thought more than she dreaded death.
"My dear Lady Wotton, may I have the honor to kiss your lovely cheek?" Sweeney asked with a good air of nobility. He was always good at lying... to women in particular. "WHAT!!??" Coralline covered her mouth. "Oooh Mr. Todd, that would most please me." giggled Lady Wotton and she snorted she had giggled so much. Sweeney Todd acted quickly. He lead in as if to kiss her then he grabbed her neck and pulled her head back and held her there, then with his free hand he produced a razor. "wh..WHAT!!?" The old frog croaked. He lifted his razor high. He felt it shine. A mad smile curved upon his lips. "Y-your Mad!!" She croaked but it was drowned out by a hideous gurgling sound. Blood sprayed everywhere. The gurgling and gushing hid his mad laughing and slashes. Soon.... when he felt satisfied, he stopped. "What was that!?" Coralline thought then her mind responded. "She's probly just clogged the sink or something..."
Sweeney walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a crystal glass. He turned it around and looked at his blood covered reflection. He walked over to the victim and tilted its head down so the blood could drip. It oozed down slowly.. like a whisper one gives to there lover. Soon enough it filled the glass. He lifted it up and let the body slump over. He smiled slyly at the thought of never tasting blood. He swirled the liquid in its crystal like it was a fine glass of wine. He smiled to him self. Then he gently kissed the rim of the glass to his lips. He drank every drop. And he drank the last few drops with pleasure knowing that he could easily convince Coralline that all she herd was a clogged drain and Lady Wotton had gone away.
Days seem to pass (in reality only a few hours) for Coralline. "LET ME OUT!! PLEASE!!" She pounded against the door. He ignored her muffled cries. The body!! He quickly lifted the fat thing and dragged her to the docks. He had to take the long way in order not to be seen. He quickly disposed of it. He quickly went back to the shop. He darted into the parlor. There, was a lose strip of wall paper. Sweeney pulled it back it held two keys, one for the shop and the other for the basement. He locked the shop door then went to wash him self. He sighed wishing he could have disposed of it like he used to. Drag her to the chair, hit the pedal down the basement door and let her rot.
Coralline herd a door slam and foot steps. She banged on the door again and again. She was cold... so very cold. Suddenly, light flooded the room. "What... How long have I been down hear??" She said. She had to close her eyes for the light hurt. "A few hours I should guess, Miss Coralline." It was Mr. Todd. Coralline looked at him blushing. "I..i...oh... excuse me...I must wash my self!!" She hurried up the steps and darted into the bathroom and locked the door. Sweeney chuckled. "Women and there sensitivities..." he thought. She looked at her self in the mirror. Her black hair was ratty and everywhere. Her eyes where red and puffy from crying. She removed her clothes and stepped into the bath. Sweeney sat in the parlor. "What do to with Coralline...coriline..." the thought repeated in his head over and over so much that the name... sounded... almost sweet. An excuse, he considered would be easy to make as if "Where had Lady Wotton gone to?" and "What was that noise?" came up. THAT! would be easy but the tricky part.... was WHAT to do with her. Should he kill her? Why not? Its not like he hadn’t slain women before... or the innocent. But, he thought back to the countless times Coralline had gotten him cosutimers... all the ladies with there dresses she would send the men up stairs if she thought need be. He deiced he would spare her....for a time...
END OF CHAPTER ONE
By the time Coralline stepped out of the bath and slipped on her underdress, for it was the only thing that was dry, it was 9:30. She walked out. She entered the kichten. "Where has Lady Wotton gone?" she mudded half to her self. "Lady Wotton has been called away to Paris. Her sister has a chill. She has fled off to her aid, I'm afraid." said Sweeney from behide her. Coralline jumped a little then turned to face him. "Oh... I see..." she walked over to the table and looked at the crystal glass stained red. "My!" Coralline exclaimed, "Never have I seen a wine so bright and... sticky!" she lifted the glass and inspected it. His eyes widend. "That’s because it has gone bad." "Oh dont be silly..." she noticed there was one drop left in the glass. "DONT DRINK THAT!!" He yelled. Coralline froze. Never had she herd him raise his voice before it was terrifying. "Y-y-yes sir..." she said meekly and placed it down. He sighed heavily and threw off his coat. "Your coat is full of holes! Let me sew it back up, I have blue tread." She said and went to the small chest where the tread was held. Sweeney did nothing. He merely watched. She picked up his coat and sat down in the parlor chair by the fire and began to work. He sat on the chair opposite of her. He watched her hands. They flew gracefully with the fabric and needle. He was so intently watching that he jumped when he herd her "What where you drinking Mr. Todd?" "Medicine." Sweeney said blankly. "Medicine for what? You seem perfectly- OUCH!!" She pricked her figure. He looked up at her with a curious glance. "Well you didn’t finish your medicine..." she mudded sucking the blood off her figure. He grunted and stared back into the fire. She sighed and continued to sew the ratty thing for a coat. Thunder crashed. "Looks like its raining again Mr. T" she said. "DONT CALL ME THAT EVER!!" He stormed out of the room. She stared blankly after him. Coralline bent her head down and finished his coat. She hung it up for him. She herd the door of upstairs slam. She sighed. "I didn’t mean...." she mudded to herself.
*Upstairs*
Sweeney Todd slammed the door in rage. He yelled. Then kicked the wall. Again and again. He glanced at his side table. There and then lighting flashed laminating his horrible past. His head began to spin. Sweeney stumbled back. His eyes did not leave the picture frame for it was his most prized posseiton. Lucy and his darling, Johanna, who he knew not where she had gone to. "Lucy...oooh... Lucy..." he fell to his knees. He moaned in agony. Sweeney Todd could feel his neck burn with pain. His vision became blurred with tears of maddenss. Oh how he longed to hold her again!! And his little baby... his sweet baby. He looked to the sky in anger. "Why have you done this to me??!" he cried to know one. Rain began to fall harder.
*Downstairs*
Coralline had looked at the crystal glass in awe. It glowed red... like rubies, as they had remained her of. She lightly touched the glass with her frail figures. She picked it up and gazed at it in the light. How it sang! Oh! How it sang to her! Coralline licked her lips. Curiosity stirred her madly. What was it?? What did it taste like? What does it feel like?! Oh! How she felt like Juliet, about to drink the poison from her lovers lips. Her imagination always was uncontrollable. Coralline lifted the glass to her lips softly. She smelled it. She was taken aback. It smelled like that night.... the night of the burnings in Boston. How that haunted her still. She remembered her mothers face. Burning and flaming her eyes bleeding out as she cried to heaven for answers. Coralline shivered at the thought. Still, she lifted the glass once again. She took a few quick breathes, as if one would to prepare for something. Coralline felt it slide into her throat. What was it she tasted?? She continued to drink...
*Upstairs*
His tears where shed. suddenly he leaped up from his chair. Coralline!! The glass!! Surly she wouldn’t.... she was mostly obedient...mostly. Curious she was more so! Sweeney leaped up and ripped the door open and darted downwards to the shop as quickly as he could.
*Downstairs*
As if a spell was castled, wind blew in. The candles blew out with a shhhh. Coralline drank every drop. She felt dizzy... sick. The darkness she was plunged into began to spin. "Ooooh....what was he drinking....oooh" she moaned. "CORILINE! CORILINE!!" She didn’t hear. Coralline tasted her fingure."B-blood!!?? NO! Not him! Not Mr. Todd!!" she thought. She felt so sick. Screams ripped threw her head. Of hr mother, father and brother. Fire rose up in her mind. She herd her name being called... but it was far away. Coralline moaned. Then... thunder crashed and lighting struck! She fell and glass shattered everywhere. "CORILINE!! CORILINE!!?" She moaned in response. She felt cold hands grab her. "Wake up! Wake up! Coralline!!" she vaguely listened as she tumbled into sweet darkness...
END OF CH 2!
Coralline’s eyes busted open. Her mouth was dry. She was benign shaken... violently. "WAKE UP!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WAKE UP!!" "What???" She shivered. Sweeney stared down at her, anger burned in his eyes. "STOP IT PLEASE!! YOUR HURTING ME!!" She cried out. He stopped shaking her but he did not let go. The room, the whole house, was in darkness. Coralline raised her shaky hands up to her face. Shards of glass where in them. It hurt to move them. "Don’t move." Sweeney said rather firmly. He got up. He walked over to the match box with ease. Oh he was mad! He told her not to drink it! Oh what was she thinking that bitch!! Oh how- he stopped him self. Curiosity gets us all... sometimes. Sweeney lighted a few candles and went up stairs. The young girl was blushing madly. "He... did... he hold me??" Her hands throbbed with pain, but she stayed still. Sweeney returned. He walked over and knelt down next to her. "Listen to me and listen good. I want you to look at me. Nothing else. Just my face not my hands, understand?" Coralline stared blankly. "Well do you understand or not?" "Y-y-yes.." she mudded. "Good." Sweeney drew out his razor blade softly. She started to glance down. "DONT!" She lifted her head back up and nodded. Carefully, he lifted her hand to where he could see. "Wh-whatever your going to do to me.... will it hurt?" She asked, her voice stiffened. "Yes." He replied with no expression in his voice. He remained placed. Coralline longed to remove her hands. She stiffened... scared. He looked at her... trying to be comforting. His figures gently rubbed the palm of her hand. She blushed. "H-h-how bad will it hurt??" She asked. He didn’t answer. Swiftly, the blade kissed her hands. Coralline screamed bloody murder. She trashed. "Hold. Still!! Hold still!" He yelled at her. Thankfully, it was only one hand that needed to be cut open more to remove the glass. Tears burned down her face. "Y-y-you... THAT HURT!!" She cried. "I told you..." he said softly. He put his blade next to him. She looked at it and felt dizzy again. Sweeney carefully held her bleeding hand up to his face and began to remove the shards of glass. For they where in there deeply. She winced and yelped. He ignored her and continued his work. At last the last piece of glass was removed. He left her there for a moment. She felt ashamed for crying in front of him. Sweeney returned with wrapping bandages. He lifted her hand up to his face again to see. Then he started to wrap it up slowly. "I am afraid you aren’t going to be able to sew for awhile, love." he said. She watched him. His face seemed to change to her. Was it... kinder? Coralline dismissed the thought as soon as it entered. At last he was finished. Slowly, he turned her hand over and rubbed the end down so it would stick to her hand. She felt so dizzy... and cold... and a million other things. "There now." he mudded pleased with himself. It had been along time since he had done an act of good. He hoped Lucy would be proud... somehow...
"Thank you..." she said softly. He lightly picked up her frail bandage hand "Don’t mention it..." he whispered and kissed the exposed skin of her hand softly.
END OF CH 3!
Coriline couldn’t think or respond. She just became distant in thought. He got up and blew out the candles and left her alone in darkness. She herd the upstairs door slam and lock. She felt sick... so very sick. Coriline strained her ears to listen. Nothing. That’s all she herd. Repeated nothing. She hated it. Coriline shivered. She disliked being alone... most of the time. She crawled to find a candle. SMACK!! She hit her head on the leg on the table. For hours she just laid there. Curled up and wilted.... like a violet. She remembered seeing violets when she was younger. They were everywhere on the farm she grew up on. They made her happy. They seemed to bring her joy. Why was she thinking of them now? She couldn’t answer. The rain had stopped she noted. Coriline got up and walked outside... or fumbled would be a better word. She breathed in the cold, wet air. She liked it. Coriline tried to find the moon but could only see a few stars. She wished that there were violets. Coriline looked at her hand and startled. "Mr. Todd fixed it..... with his razor?? Ohh surly that wasn’t blood.... I hope not..." She felt her self getting sleepy. She didn’t know the time. Coriline curled up in a ball on the steps. Her own blood slightly dripping from the bandages. She fell asleep almost instantly even on the cold hard ground. She started to forget. Forgetting the cold, forgetting her pain and most importantly, for getting the eyes that would soon gaze at her.
Some streets down walked a boy. He held a bag over his shoulder. He whistled and turned down to Fleet Street. He stopped dead in his tracks. "He...he's dead...now... surly he is..." he saw the shop had been made into a dress and hat shop. He walked on past it. Or... ran past it I should say.
*Upstairs*
Sweeney Todd watched all this from his window. He couldn’t tell who it was. He returned his attention to the figure on the steps. He wondered of her life. "Is she....sleeping. That’s all." He thought. Sweeney sighed and shook his head. He unlocked his door. Then walked down and lifted the lifeless figure. She was very frail. Then he put her on the floor of the parlor next to the remaining burning ambers. He stared at the thing sleeping. Why did he do that? Sweeney shivered at the thought. Suddenly he jumped. He herd a call of a crow. He hated them. His eyes never left the girl. He wished he could sleep... peacefully. He wish he could dream without waking up in terror and rage. He walked over to the table and got some gin. It burned his throat as he drank it. He looked at him self in the reflection of the dirty window. The years haven’t done a thing. He grabbed a candle and went down to the basement. He opened the door. All that was there was a small cot and a blanket, pen and a book. A Book? No. Two books! He walked over to the small little desk. One book was an old battered copy of "Salome." by Oscar Wilde. The other was blank full of writing. Her Diary. He opened it. He read a little. It was just a girls diary. Nothing interesting. Except...
I had the same nightmare again! The bodies kept burning. I herd my mother screaming. Rumors flew around me like.... bees in a honey comb. I just kept running and running and running. The people of the town kept casing me. I ran till I could run no more... Then I am buried alive.
Coriline Rose.
He shivered. What was burning?? Why? Questions filled his mind. Some odd emotion filled him. Sweeney felt as if he had to protect the girl. The walked out of there quickly. He saw her still sleeping. He cursed him self for what he felt. Why did he? "Damn her." He madder and walked up stairs and slammed the door shut.
CH: 5
Coriline awoke in the morning. Dazed but rested. She made her self some food. A small apple and a tea biscuit. “It’s not much…” she said. She shivered when she saw her bandaged hand. She ignored it. Coriline walked down to her room and changed into a simple day dress. She walked back up and over to her sewing table. Coriline desperately tried to sew. “Mr. Todd was right…. It will be awhile before I can sew again.” She sighed. She walked into the bigger work room and looked at the stock of dresses. “Depending on how well these sell and when my hand gets better I can open shop today.” she thought and began to take inventory on the dresses and hats.
Around ten A.M, Coriline opened shop. A few came in to pick up there dresses. After awhile, the boy from the previous night came in. “Excuse me, miss?” he asked. “Yes?” She turned around. He was rather tall, this boy, and skinny, with long dirty brown hair and a bit of stubble on his chin. “Out of curiosity, how long has this shop been here?” he asked and leaned himself on the counter. “Frankly, I don’t know.” she replied. “Oh?” “Yes. You see, I came over from America a few months ago.” Coriline turned around to meet his puzzled expression. “I see.” he said with a sigh of relief. She eyed him closely. “Why do you ask?” she said and sat in a chair. “Well..” he began, still standing. “This shop was around when I was a boy. It was a pie shop at the time… and…” he struggled to continue. Fear was wrapping its cold hands around his brain. “a barber shop as well.” he finished. “Oh! There’s still a barber shop! Did you what a shave?” she said and smiled up at him. “Uhh….umm…No. No. No thank you. Forgive me of asking you this but could you spare some gin?” he asked. “Well let me see…” she got a stool and stood up to reach for one of the dusty cabinet drawers. “Well…” she shifted some old glasses and bottles. “The only gin left here is the barbers upstairs, Mr. Todd’s. I don’t think he’ll mind if a tad bit is gone…” she got off the stool and turned around bottle and glass in hand. He left. “Oh! Well…” she drank it herself. She shivered. “Nasty..” she hiccupped. “Th-th-th- thing!” Her face became rosy and the bun from her hair fell and her hair was now down at her waist. It was her first time trying the stuff. “I’d… -hiccup- better get rid of this before…” she weakly laid the bottle on the table and threw herself down on the couch. Coriline listened to a customer walk up the stairs to the barber shop. It was funny to her as she always herd them go up and then never hear them go back down. She pondered the thought as she said up. Suddenly! She had a plan.
CH 6
Coriline hastily made a pot of tea. She watched it boil eagerly. She saw a little bit of shoe from the customer walking up the stairs. Coriline acted at her chance. She stopped however and waited for the sun to go down. It would be better to sneak and spy at night, she considered. A few costumers came in for there dresses. She did business as usual. Then, something rather strange happened. As she watched the sun set, the tall lanky boy with stubble re-entered. “Back again are we now?” She said almost candidly. “I’d like to apologize for my pervious actions, miss.” the man said. “Oh its quite alright.” she said and smiled. Toby looked her over. She was a beautiful girl. “My..my names Toby.” he said. “Coriline.” she replied. “Now, can I sew your ratty thing of a coat?” “Oh! Umm.. Yes?” he said and laughed. He looked in her eyes along time. Feelings and emotions clouded his mind. His knees grew weak. In that sudden moment… he felt he needed Coriline.
“You can sit in the parlor if you like… you’re my last costumer for the day.” Coriline said and sat down on her chair near the fire. “The company would be nice.” he said. She smiled as he sat down. And so, they exchanged the normal formalities and what nots for conversations. They ended up getting deeply involved on the subject of sailing. A subject in which Toby, knew much about. They talked on and on till the sun had died for the day. She was fascinated with him! He had a gentle nature, an innocence, she remarked. And as all of this went on… Sweeney Todd watched from the shadows, waiting, lurking and an emotion came to him that hadn’t stirred in him since the day he met his darling Lucy… jealously. Envy. He hated the boy even more! How he was charming her!! She was his by god! He gasped at what he thought. His…his… he wanted her for his own. Sweeney desperately tried to ignore the thought of love but it just kept nagging him at the back of his mind…
“It’s a fine night Ms. Coriline!” stated Toby as he got up to leave. He paid Coriline rather well for a sewn coat. “And now I can go on long walks! Care to join me?” He asked. Her heart fluttered. “I would.” she smiled. He held out his arm for her. “A gentle men!” she thought. They walked under one of the few star filled skies in London. “I haven’t seen fermilalir stars in a long time.” remarked Toby dreamily… “Oh..” she said in a daze gazing at his sweetness. He notice her gaze. “Forgive me if I skip over the formalities but…” he knelt in and kissed her softly. She froze not sure what to do. He drew away feeling horrid. She blinked. “Why?” was the only word she could utter. “Love, Coriline. Love.” he replied. Coriline and Toby gazed at each other not believing any of this. Coriline was never one to have such strong feelings for someone that soon. In fact! Now that she recalled it had only happened two times in her life! Now with Toby and…and… she suddenly felt lost, deeply and madly in love but lost. And Sweeney Todd was the other time she remembered feeling an ache in her heart for the both of them. Why? Coriline couldn’t say. Boldly, she returned Toby’s kiss and they remained there for a long while.
Too long for Sweeney Todd. He saw it all from the window of the barber shop. He felt sick and angry. He wanted to kill Tobais now more than ever! And although he did not want to kill, he wanted to tell how he felt for her. In a sence to him at lest… he was killing himself inside. “Coriline… soon you will drip rubies….” he said with tears of a strange mad love cutting into his face. He watched it all… watched, waited and most of all wanted.
* Upstairs in The Baber Shop *
Sweeney Todd sat in his barber chair. He gazed out at the rainy world that London gave him, sorrowfully. His neck itched. He gritted his teeth in pain and starched around the scar he had received from a little boy, so many years ago. Sometimes, the urge to kill would grip him so hard along with this pain that.... he acted on it. Sweeney Todd vowed to find said boy, he now assumed a man, and drag him threw hell! He knew he was to die someday but it was NOT going to be by the hands of a Orphan boy! And when, Sweeney did in fact die, as we all disserve to do, he would quietly go back to hell. There was no hope for him pleading with God. He begged no one. He knew his hope was gone. He glanced over at his table. The tea! He walked over to it and sipped it gratefully. "The girl is sweet but curious..." he thought " perhaps to curious" he finished aloud. He sat down again and began to clean his razors.
*Down stairs*
"Are you finished with those dresses!?" snapped Mrs. Lady Wotton coming in from shopping. "Three of them, Auntie... I mean Lady Wotton." Coralline mudded. "DONT CALL ME AUNTIE!! I am ashamed to be related to you! But in any case, how many did I give you to finish?" She said. "Four Lady Wotton." Coralline replied not meeting the fat frogs gaze. "I see what of the forth, Coralline?" "It couldn’t be finished. We ran out of red thread today when I finished the order for The Duke Of Lexington, Lady Wotton." She replied holding her tongue. "Well then go out to the market and get some thread child! Use your head you useless thing!!" She snapped. "But its raining!! And I have no umbrella or money to buy one!" Coralline protested. "No buts! Out!" Lady Wotton hissed. Her fat neck jiggled when she yelled. "Y-yes mama." Coralline mudded and marched out into London’s cold and bitter rain. Sweeney saw her go out. He felt no pity or sympathy, but an old emotion stirred inside him. He grew dizzy. He threw himself down in the chair and was soon lost in thought.
Coralline quickly became utterly lost. Rain fell down in sheets. She walked blindly. Anger filled her. At last! She reached the tread shop only to find it was close. "That Old' bitch!" she mudded. She continued to curse like a sailor and tried to find her way back threw wind and rain. Coralline wandered off blindly. Her long black hair getting in the way... She cursed her self as she felt hot tears of frustration burn down her face.
Sweeney woke with a start. His nightmare was his only dream. He felt angry, hunger for blood shed and screams. He began to see flashes of red in his vision. His snake like tongue licked his lips. "Tonight someone will die by the hands of Sweeney Todd!!" He thought with a mad pleasure. "Soon..." he drew out his razor, "You shall drip rubies, my love, perisous rubies..." he sang softly and got up. Excited he went down stairs to find a victim...
Lady Wotton ate her dinner and looked by the fire. "The store is closed, Mama.." said a dripping wet cold and hunger Coralline. "Well that is not my concern! Until you finish that dress..." she pointed to the half sew dress in the coner. "You shall be locked in the basement!" "Lady Wotton, honestly!! How can I finish a dress when we have no thread, and it is terribly dark down there. Why it isn’t even light enough to see praticly let alone finish a dress!" Coralline exclaimed. "Didn’t your mother teach you to hold your tounge!!??" Lady Wotton stood and grabbed her wrist. "Oww!!..." She struggled. "L-let me go you old' hag!!" Lady Wotton slapped her. "YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD!!" She then pushed her into the darkness that was the basement and locked the door. Coralline hit the floor and laid there in a daze. Sweeney herd all this and waited to here the door lock then, he entered. "Why! Lady Wotton! Never have I seen a lovely her face! Your red as a rose my dear!" he said. "Oh... why Mr. Todd, please!!" She giggled and batted her eyelashes in an attempted to be attractive. But alas! She had grown old and fat, her youth had left her. Coralline jumped up when she herd his voice. "Maybe Mr. Todd will let me out!!" She blushed and she felt it. "Oooh... I already have been upon these strange shores for a month and I am fascinated....with a man no less..." She shook it off and pressed her ear a against the door to listen. Of all the things one could think about being locked in a dark basement, she thought about how she looked! Why if Mr. Todd where to open the door!! She dreaded the thought more than she dreaded death.
"My dear Lady Wotton, may I have the honor to kiss your lovely cheek?" Sweeney asked with a good air of nobility. He was always good at lying... to women in particular. "WHAT!!??" Coralline covered her mouth. "Oooh Mr. Todd, that would most please me." giggled Lady Wotton and she snorted she had giggled so much. Sweeney Todd acted quickly. He lead in as if to kiss her then he grabbed her neck and pulled her head back and held her there, then with his free hand he produced a razor. "wh..WHAT!!?" The old frog croaked. He lifted his razor high. He felt it shine. A mad smile curved upon his lips. "Y-your Mad!!" She croaked but it was drowned out by a hideous gurgling sound. Blood sprayed everywhere. The gurgling and gushing hid his mad laughing and slashes. Soon.... when he felt satisfied, he stopped. "What was that!?" Coralline thought then her mind responded. "She's probly just clogged the sink or something..."
Sweeney walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a crystal glass. He turned it around and looked at his blood covered reflection. He walked over to the victim and tilted its head down so the blood could drip. It oozed down slowly.. like a whisper one gives to there lover. Soon enough it filled the glass. He lifted it up and let the body slump over. He smiled slyly at the thought of never tasting blood. He swirled the liquid in its crystal like it was a fine glass of wine. He smiled to him self. Then he gently kissed the rim of the glass to his lips. He drank every drop. And he drank the last few drops with pleasure knowing that he could easily convince Coralline that all she herd was a clogged drain and Lady Wotton had gone away.
Days seem to pass (in reality only a few hours) for Coralline. "LET ME OUT!! PLEASE!!" She pounded against the door. He ignored her muffled cries. The body!! He quickly lifted the fat thing and dragged her to the docks. He had to take the long way in order not to be seen. He quickly disposed of it. He quickly went back to the shop. He darted into the parlor. There, was a lose strip of wall paper. Sweeney pulled it back it held two keys, one for the shop and the other for the basement. He locked the shop door then went to wash him self. He sighed wishing he could have disposed of it like he used to. Drag her to the chair, hit the pedal down the basement door and let her rot.
Coralline herd a door slam and foot steps. She banged on the door again and again. She was cold... so very cold. Suddenly, light flooded the room. "What... How long have I been down hear??" She said. She had to close her eyes for the light hurt. "A few hours I should guess, Miss Coralline." It was Mr. Todd. Coralline looked at him blushing. "I..i...oh... excuse me...I must wash my self!!" She hurried up the steps and darted into the bathroom and locked the door. Sweeney chuckled. "Women and there sensitivities..." he thought. She looked at her self in the mirror. Her black hair was ratty and everywhere. Her eyes where red and puffy from crying. She removed her clothes and stepped into the bath. Sweeney sat in the parlor. "What do to with Coralline...coriline..." the thought repeated in his head over and over so much that the name... sounded... almost sweet. An excuse, he considered would be easy to make as if "Where had Lady Wotton gone to?" and "What was that noise?" came up. THAT! would be easy but the tricky part.... was WHAT to do with her. Should he kill her? Why not? Its not like he hadn’t slain women before... or the innocent. But, he thought back to the countless times Coralline had gotten him cosutimers... all the ladies with there dresses she would send the men up stairs if she thought need be. He deiced he would spare her....for a time...
END OF CHAPTER ONE
By the time Coralline stepped out of the bath and slipped on her underdress, for it was the only thing that was dry, it was 9:30. She walked out. She entered the kichten. "Where has Lady Wotton gone?" she mudded half to her self. "Lady Wotton has been called away to Paris. Her sister has a chill. She has fled off to her aid, I'm afraid." said Sweeney from behide her. Coralline jumped a little then turned to face him. "Oh... I see..." she walked over to the table and looked at the crystal glass stained red. "My!" Coralline exclaimed, "Never have I seen a wine so bright and... sticky!" she lifted the glass and inspected it. His eyes widend. "That’s because it has gone bad." "Oh dont be silly..." she noticed there was one drop left in the glass. "DONT DRINK THAT!!" He yelled. Coralline froze. Never had she herd him raise his voice before it was terrifying. "Y-y-yes sir..." she said meekly and placed it down. He sighed heavily and threw off his coat. "Your coat is full of holes! Let me sew it back up, I have blue tread." She said and went to the small chest where the tread was held. Sweeney did nothing. He merely watched. She picked up his coat and sat down in the parlor chair by the fire and began to work. He sat on the chair opposite of her. He watched her hands. They flew gracefully with the fabric and needle. He was so intently watching that he jumped when he herd her "What where you drinking Mr. Todd?" "Medicine." Sweeney said blankly. "Medicine for what? You seem perfectly- OUCH!!" She pricked her figure. He looked up at her with a curious glance. "Well you didn’t finish your medicine..." she mudded sucking the blood off her figure. He grunted and stared back into the fire. She sighed and continued to sew the ratty thing for a coat. Thunder crashed. "Looks like its raining again Mr. T" she said. "DONT CALL ME THAT EVER!!" He stormed out of the room. She stared blankly after him. Coralline bent her head down and finished his coat. She hung it up for him. She herd the door of upstairs slam. She sighed. "I didn’t mean...." she mudded to herself.
*Upstairs*
Sweeney Todd slammed the door in rage. He yelled. Then kicked the wall. Again and again. He glanced at his side table. There and then lighting flashed laminating his horrible past. His head began to spin. Sweeney stumbled back. His eyes did not leave the picture frame for it was his most prized posseiton. Lucy and his darling, Johanna, who he knew not where she had gone to. "Lucy...oooh... Lucy..." he fell to his knees. He moaned in agony. Sweeney Todd could feel his neck burn with pain. His vision became blurred with tears of maddenss. Oh how he longed to hold her again!! And his little baby... his sweet baby. He looked to the sky in anger. "Why have you done this to me??!" he cried to know one. Rain began to fall harder.
*Downstairs*
Coralline had looked at the crystal glass in awe. It glowed red... like rubies, as they had remained her of. She lightly touched the glass with her frail figures. She picked it up and gazed at it in the light. How it sang! Oh! How it sang to her! Coralline licked her lips. Curiosity stirred her madly. What was it?? What did it taste like? What does it feel like?! Oh! How she felt like Juliet, about to drink the poison from her lovers lips. Her imagination always was uncontrollable. Coralline lifted the glass to her lips softly. She smelled it. She was taken aback. It smelled like that night.... the night of the burnings in Boston. How that haunted her still. She remembered her mothers face. Burning and flaming her eyes bleeding out as she cried to heaven for answers. Coralline shivered at the thought. Still, she lifted the glass once again. She took a few quick breathes, as if one would to prepare for something. Coralline felt it slide into her throat. What was it she tasted?? She continued to drink...
*Upstairs*
His tears where shed. suddenly he leaped up from his chair. Coralline!! The glass!! Surly she wouldn’t.... she was mostly obedient...mostly. Curious she was more so! Sweeney leaped up and ripped the door open and darted downwards to the shop as quickly as he could.
*Downstairs*
As if a spell was castled, wind blew in. The candles blew out with a shhhh. Coralline drank every drop. She felt dizzy... sick. The darkness she was plunged into began to spin. "Ooooh....what was he drinking....oooh" she moaned. "CORILINE! CORILINE!!" She didn’t hear. Coralline tasted her fingure."B-blood!!?? NO! Not him! Not Mr. Todd!!" she thought. She felt so sick. Screams ripped threw her head. Of hr mother, father and brother. Fire rose up in her mind. She herd her name being called... but it was far away. Coralline moaned. Then... thunder crashed and lighting struck! She fell and glass shattered everywhere. "CORILINE!! CORILINE!!?" She moaned in response. She felt cold hands grab her. "Wake up! Wake up! Coralline!!" she vaguely listened as she tumbled into sweet darkness...
END OF CH 2!
Coralline’s eyes busted open. Her mouth was dry. She was benign shaken... violently. "WAKE UP!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WAKE UP!!" "What???" She shivered. Sweeney stared down at her, anger burned in his eyes. "STOP IT PLEASE!! YOUR HURTING ME!!" She cried out. He stopped shaking her but he did not let go. The room, the whole house, was in darkness. Coralline raised her shaky hands up to her face. Shards of glass where in them. It hurt to move them. "Don’t move." Sweeney said rather firmly. He got up. He walked over to the match box with ease. Oh he was mad! He told her not to drink it! Oh what was she thinking that bitch!! Oh how- he stopped him self. Curiosity gets us all... sometimes. Sweeney lighted a few candles and went up stairs. The young girl was blushing madly. "He... did... he hold me??" Her hands throbbed with pain, but she stayed still. Sweeney returned. He walked over and knelt down next to her. "Listen to me and listen good. I want you to look at me. Nothing else. Just my face not my hands, understand?" Coralline stared blankly. "Well do you understand or not?" "Y-y-yes.." she mudded. "Good." Sweeney drew out his razor blade softly. She started to glance down. "DONT!" She lifted her head back up and nodded. Carefully, he lifted her hand to where he could see. "Wh-whatever your going to do to me.... will it hurt?" She asked, her voice stiffened. "Yes." He replied with no expression in his voice. He remained placed. Coralline longed to remove her hands. She stiffened... scared. He looked at her... trying to be comforting. His figures gently rubbed the palm of her hand. She blushed. "H-h-how bad will it hurt??" She asked. He didn’t answer. Swiftly, the blade kissed her hands. Coralline screamed bloody murder. She trashed. "Hold. Still!! Hold still!" He yelled at her. Thankfully, it was only one hand that needed to be cut open more to remove the glass. Tears burned down her face. "Y-y-you... THAT HURT!!" She cried. "I told you..." he said softly. He put his blade next to him. She looked at it and felt dizzy again. Sweeney carefully held her bleeding hand up to his face and began to remove the shards of glass. For they where in there deeply. She winced and yelped. He ignored her and continued his work. At last the last piece of glass was removed. He left her there for a moment. She felt ashamed for crying in front of him. Sweeney returned with wrapping bandages. He lifted her hand up to his face again to see. Then he started to wrap it up slowly. "I am afraid you aren’t going to be able to sew for awhile, love." he said. She watched him. His face seemed to change to her. Was it... kinder? Coralline dismissed the thought as soon as it entered. At last he was finished. Slowly, he turned her hand over and rubbed the end down so it would stick to her hand. She felt so dizzy... and cold... and a million other things. "There now." he mudded pleased with himself. It had been along time since he had done an act of good. He hoped Lucy would be proud... somehow...
"Thank you..." she said softly. He lightly picked up her frail bandage hand "Don’t mention it..." he whispered and kissed the exposed skin of her hand softly.
END OF CH 3!
Coriline couldn’t think or respond. She just became distant in thought. He got up and blew out the candles and left her alone in darkness. She herd the upstairs door slam and lock. She felt sick... so very sick. Coriline strained her ears to listen. Nothing. That’s all she herd. Repeated nothing. She hated it. Coriline shivered. She disliked being alone... most of the time. She crawled to find a candle. SMACK!! She hit her head on the leg on the table. For hours she just laid there. Curled up and wilted.... like a violet. She remembered seeing violets when she was younger. They were everywhere on the farm she grew up on. They made her happy. They seemed to bring her joy. Why was she thinking of them now? She couldn’t answer. The rain had stopped she noted. Coriline got up and walked outside... or fumbled would be a better word. She breathed in the cold, wet air. She liked it. Coriline tried to find the moon but could only see a few stars. She wished that there were violets. Coriline looked at her hand and startled. "Mr. Todd fixed it..... with his razor?? Ohh surly that wasn’t blood.... I hope not..." She felt her self getting sleepy. She didn’t know the time. Coriline curled up in a ball on the steps. Her own blood slightly dripping from the bandages. She fell asleep almost instantly even on the cold hard ground. She started to forget. Forgetting the cold, forgetting her pain and most importantly, for getting the eyes that would soon gaze at her.
Some streets down walked a boy. He held a bag over his shoulder. He whistled and turned down to Fleet Street. He stopped dead in his tracks. "He...he's dead...now... surly he is..." he saw the shop had been made into a dress and hat shop. He walked on past it. Or... ran past it I should say.
*Upstairs*
Sweeney Todd watched all this from his window. He couldn’t tell who it was. He returned his attention to the figure on the steps. He wondered of her life. "Is she....sleeping. That’s all." He thought. Sweeney sighed and shook his head. He unlocked his door. Then walked down and lifted the lifeless figure. She was very frail. Then he put her on the floor of the parlor next to the remaining burning ambers. He stared at the thing sleeping. Why did he do that? Sweeney shivered at the thought. Suddenly he jumped. He herd a call of a crow. He hated them. His eyes never left the girl. He wished he could sleep... peacefully. He wish he could dream without waking up in terror and rage. He walked over to the table and got some gin. It burned his throat as he drank it. He looked at him self in the reflection of the dirty window. The years haven’t done a thing. He grabbed a candle and went down to the basement. He opened the door. All that was there was a small cot and a blanket, pen and a book. A Book? No. Two books! He walked over to the small little desk. One book was an old battered copy of "Salome." by Oscar Wilde. The other was blank full of writing. Her Diary. He opened it. He read a little. It was just a girls diary. Nothing interesting. Except...
I had the same nightmare again! The bodies kept burning. I herd my mother screaming. Rumors flew around me like.... bees in a honey comb. I just kept running and running and running. The people of the town kept casing me. I ran till I could run no more... Then I am buried alive.
Coriline Rose.
He shivered. What was burning?? Why? Questions filled his mind. Some odd emotion filled him. Sweeney felt as if he had to protect the girl. The walked out of there quickly. He saw her still sleeping. He cursed him self for what he felt. Why did he? "Damn her." He madder and walked up stairs and slammed the door shut.
CH: 5
Coriline awoke in the morning. Dazed but rested. She made her self some food. A small apple and a tea biscuit. “It’s not much…” she said. She shivered when she saw her bandaged hand. She ignored it. Coriline walked down to her room and changed into a simple day dress. She walked back up and over to her sewing table. Coriline desperately tried to sew. “Mr. Todd was right…. It will be awhile before I can sew again.” She sighed. She walked into the bigger work room and looked at the stock of dresses. “Depending on how well these sell and when my hand gets better I can open shop today.” she thought and began to take inventory on the dresses and hats.
Around ten A.M, Coriline opened shop. A few came in to pick up there dresses. After awhile, the boy from the previous night came in. “Excuse me, miss?” he asked. “Yes?” She turned around. He was rather tall, this boy, and skinny, with long dirty brown hair and a bit of stubble on his chin. “Out of curiosity, how long has this shop been here?” he asked and leaned himself on the counter. “Frankly, I don’t know.” she replied. “Oh?” “Yes. You see, I came over from America a few months ago.” Coriline turned around to meet his puzzled expression. “I see.” he said with a sigh of relief. She eyed him closely. “Why do you ask?” she said and sat in a chair. “Well..” he began, still standing. “This shop was around when I was a boy. It was a pie shop at the time… and…” he struggled to continue. Fear was wrapping its cold hands around his brain. “a barber shop as well.” he finished. “Oh! There’s still a barber shop! Did you what a shave?” she said and smiled up at him. “Uhh….umm…No. No. No thank you. Forgive me of asking you this but could you spare some gin?” he asked. “Well let me see…” she got a stool and stood up to reach for one of the dusty cabinet drawers. “Well…” she shifted some old glasses and bottles. “The only gin left here is the barbers upstairs, Mr. Todd’s. I don’t think he’ll mind if a tad bit is gone…” she got off the stool and turned around bottle and glass in hand. He left. “Oh! Well…” she drank it herself. She shivered. “Nasty..” she hiccupped. “Th-th-th- thing!” Her face became rosy and the bun from her hair fell and her hair was now down at her waist. It was her first time trying the stuff. “I’d… -hiccup- better get rid of this before…” she weakly laid the bottle on the table and threw herself down on the couch. Coriline listened to a customer walk up the stairs to the barber shop. It was funny to her as she always herd them go up and then never hear them go back down. She pondered the thought as she said up. Suddenly! She had a plan.
CH 6
Coriline hastily made a pot of tea. She watched it boil eagerly. She saw a little bit of shoe from the customer walking up the stairs. Coriline acted at her chance. She stopped however and waited for the sun to go down. It would be better to sneak and spy at night, she considered. A few costumers came in for there dresses. She did business as usual. Then, something rather strange happened. As she watched the sun set, the tall lanky boy with stubble re-entered. “Back again are we now?” She said almost candidly. “I’d like to apologize for my pervious actions, miss.” the man said. “Oh its quite alright.” she said and smiled. Toby looked her over. She was a beautiful girl. “My..my names Toby.” he said. “Coriline.” she replied. “Now, can I sew your ratty thing of a coat?” “Oh! Umm.. Yes?” he said and laughed. He looked in her eyes along time. Feelings and emotions clouded his mind. His knees grew weak. In that sudden moment… he felt he needed Coriline.
“You can sit in the parlor if you like… you’re my last costumer for the day.” Coriline said and sat down on her chair near the fire. “The company would be nice.” he said. She smiled as he sat down. And so, they exchanged the normal formalities and what nots for conversations. They ended up getting deeply involved on the subject of sailing. A subject in which Toby, knew much about. They talked on and on till the sun had died for the day. She was fascinated with him! He had a gentle nature, an innocence, she remarked. And as all of this went on… Sweeney Todd watched from the shadows, waiting, lurking and an emotion came to him that hadn’t stirred in him since the day he met his darling Lucy… jealously. Envy. He hated the boy even more! How he was charming her!! She was his by god! He gasped at what he thought. His…his… he wanted her for his own. Sweeney desperately tried to ignore the thought of love but it just kept nagging him at the back of his mind…
“It’s a fine night Ms. Coriline!” stated Toby as he got up to leave. He paid Coriline rather well for a sewn coat. “And now I can go on long walks! Care to join me?” He asked. Her heart fluttered. “I would.” she smiled. He held out his arm for her. “A gentle men!” she thought. They walked under one of the few star filled skies in London. “I haven’t seen fermilalir stars in a long time.” remarked Toby dreamily… “Oh..” she said in a daze gazing at his sweetness. He notice her gaze. “Forgive me if I skip over the formalities but…” he knelt in and kissed her softly. She froze not sure what to do. He drew away feeling horrid. She blinked. “Why?” was the only word she could utter. “Love, Coriline. Love.” he replied. Coriline and Toby gazed at each other not believing any of this. Coriline was never one to have such strong feelings for someone that soon. In fact! Now that she recalled it had only happened two times in her life! Now with Toby and…and… she suddenly felt lost, deeply and madly in love but lost. And Sweeney Todd was the other time she remembered feeling an ache in her heart for the both of them. Why? Coriline couldn’t say. Boldly, she returned Toby’s kiss and they remained there for a long while.
Too long for Sweeney Todd. He saw it all from the window of the barber shop. He felt sick and angry. He wanted to kill Tobais now more than ever! And although he did not want to kill, he wanted to tell how he felt for her. In a sence to him at lest… he was killing himself inside. “Coriline… soon you will drip rubies….” he said with tears of a strange mad love cutting into his face. He watched it all… watched, waited and most of all wanted.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Vampires and shit!
Mood: Neutral
Tunes: "Modern Love" David Bowie
Ok. So I watched some werid ass vampire movie the other night. The Hunger. WEEEEEEEERID! It was awesome but dude.... creepy as hell. Idk what else to right. Bye.
Tunes: "Modern Love" David Bowie
Ok. So I watched some werid ass vampire movie the other night. The Hunger. WEEEEEEEERID! It was awesome but dude.... creepy as hell. Idk what else to right. Bye.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
A Sea
A sea”
Darkness and pain is like an ocean.
My heart lay bleeding, broken.
Sorrow is the rock tied to my feet.
I try to breathe but alas! I have fallen in to deep.
My eyes become wires shut so tight.
All I hear is somber sounds.
Lost lyrics to Joy Division.
The ocean pulls comes over me.
Like a tidal wave.
A rush of fears and terrors and above all horrid pains.
I cut the wires that have become my new set of eyes.
They bleed and laugh at me.
Then I go numb for the water is cold… so very cold.
I mummer my prayer softly as it can be
Love.
Love will tear us apart again.
That’s all I can remember and that is all I hear.
No more emotions do I feel.
Just empty like this vast sea I have made my mind.
So everything else and happiness dies in a deep dark sea.
Darkness and pain is like an ocean.
My heart lay bleeding, broken.
Sorrow is the rock tied to my feet.
I try to breathe but alas! I have fallen in to deep.
My eyes become wires shut so tight.
All I hear is somber sounds.
Lost lyrics to Joy Division.
The ocean pulls comes over me.
Like a tidal wave.
A rush of fears and terrors and above all horrid pains.
I cut the wires that have become my new set of eyes.
They bleed and laugh at me.
Then I go numb for the water is cold… so very cold.
I mummer my prayer softly as it can be
Love.
Love will tear us apart again.
That’s all I can remember and that is all I hear.
No more emotions do I feel.
Just empty like this vast sea I have made my mind.
So everything else and happiness dies in a deep dark sea.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
DA
Tunes: "This" Brian Eno
Mood: Nervous. Sick.
I have aduitions coming up in three weeks for creative writing at DA. An Art School were I live. I'm so so so so nervous!! What if I don't get in? Well I'll probably end up hating my self. Or maybe I'll get in and I could see my friend Oliva! God what if they, the judges dont like it? Oh!! Its all a bunch of wait if that I am sick to death off. If only I could go forward in time.... No no no! That would be bad. Geez I don't know. I shighed. Well, it'll all turn out how it turns out I guess.
Mood: Nervous. Sick.
I have aduitions coming up in three weeks for creative writing at DA. An Art School were I live. I'm so so so so nervous!! What if I don't get in? Well I'll probably end up hating my self. Or maybe I'll get in and I could see my friend Oliva! God what if they, the judges dont like it? Oh!! Its all a bunch of wait if that I am sick to death off. If only I could go forward in time.... No no no! That would be bad. Geez I don't know. I shighed. Well, it'll all turn out how it turns out I guess.
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