The Becoming | Sweeney Todd

Chapter 4 | Time

I could have kept my eyes closed everyday, and I would not have seen a difference.

Seasons kept changing, and I could not bring myself to even bother anymore.

I could not notice time.

I could not notice days.

Or even years.

I didn't find the point in dwelling against watching years pass by, as I had no goal.

Perhaps this was a life sentence?

Nobody visited me, or wrote letters - letting a clear guard to me that said I had nobody and no place to live upon in the world outside these walls and oceans.

One thing was certain.

No matter how much you'd think I would have adjusted to this prison, I have definitely not.

I did not enjoy it.
I did not get used to it.
I could not call this my home.

Neither did I have company.
Perhaps the guards during a beating would be company as they were the only beings that have spoken directly to me.

Ah, those miserable creatures....

Mr. Barker and I didn't talk to each other at all, to make a clear point.

I myself have stopped caring about this creature.

I would glance at him sometimes by mere accidents, but not long enough to take in all of his miserable bones and wounds to mind.

His 'corpse' was barely seen at all as of recent.

Mr. Barker has become a broken lab rat to the unkind guards.

I have heard lots of things, many...

One struck to me out of pure interest....

They were force feeding him.

I wondered how it would work.

How he would look.

How would it feel.

But my interests weren't strong enough to ask Mr. Barker about it...

That would be considered inappropriate?

But what is inappropriate anymore?

The guards definitely do not portrait good examples of what an appropriate man would be like.

The guards were so twisted for the most sane, that it seemed that the longer all of us stayed captives in this prison, the more we became the dead, with no souls or mind...

Mr. Barker being an example...

He remained hansome even after every beating and trauma.... but looking into his coal eyes... he was completely dead on the inside.

They broke him.

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Staying around hell for quite some incoherent years, has been a mind opener...

Rules seemed not to matter anymore.

You're hungry?

You steal.

You're being beaten?

You bite.

Hell is a place of torture...

But when torture becomes a constant punishment, you grow used to it.

You don't care when the whip rips your gentle skin.

You don't care that you will be punished.

From Hell, only death seems to rest our souls at peace.

And so, some have given up.

I can't lie to myself, and not admit my observations upon the missing people.

And yet, rebellious of them all, Mr. Barker - has not become a part of this list.

Perhaps they found him too entertaining?

But only time could tell when he was next.

Was I concerned? Was the question...

I didn't want to be, but a thought in me wanted to help him...

It felt as if taking note upon Mr. Barker's existence was the only thing keeping me alive and sane enough to know I'm still alive overall.

But I've been having dreams lately....

I saw a sort of man of rich clothing and high status in them....

A wedding ring snaked around his ring finger...

And in the dream, so was mine...

Perhaps I dreamt of my future husband?

Or a wish of mine?

Or a past memory?

But it was just a dream...

A dream that always had the same story within...

We were both at the altar... and I was crying like my life depended on it...

I would always wake up after seeing his unpleased expression upon seeing my tears...

When waking up I would cry more...

And I would never be sure why...

Perhaps the dream always felt too real...

Or maybe I was terrified...

But a thought would always calm me down...

I always reminded myself that if such a dream would be true...

I wouldn't be here now....

~Sorry for the lack of action, but it's definitely  coming!~