The Becoming | Sweeney Todd

Chapter 9 | Dares

The lonely shadow of mine flickered at the wooden flooring. My nails were pinching my fingers from anxiety.

I was in a daze. My figure remained almost still, just staring at anything to hold a distraction. The body itself, sat at the bed, ignoring the chair that would have been more appropriate.

My breathing was heavy with my mind racing.

Somehow, the idea of me spending time with Benjamin, and not remembering it, seemed terrifying to the point I had forgotten he was planning to murder me at that time.

I was unsure of how long I had sat there thinking, brainstorming, and I grew into deeper panic the more I had tried.

My memories held nothing, but familiar shadows and blurred faces.

I could not brush it off.

I felt like something important had happened...

I just needed to remember it.

I wondered when would Benjamin awake from his hard intended sleep...

His sleep was like a stopwatch to me attempting to remember.

And yet he was also the key to this door that remained locked in my mind.

But of course...

There was one more option...

It was less likely to work, but I saw no harm in at least trying a different route to finding answers.

Asking the sailors.

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When my footsteps tapped upon the damp and empty surface of the deck, my figure was enlightened by the grey-ish sun.

My eyes jumped from corner to corner, catching all sailors that were already working, some resting - but for sure all of them avoided my own presence and shadow...

"Yes, Ms.?" A voice suddenly jumped to my left.

My frightened figure suddenly faced the source of this voice...

The only sailor that dared to speak to me.

He had dirty blonde hair that were flowing with the wind uncomfortably. His eyes were fixed upon staring at mine, seeking to catch my expressions...

"Oh - I.. didn't expect someone to actually notice me..." I muttered, already feeling a sort of regret upon even trying this solution.

Let's get this over with...

"Well... Sir. ..." I hesitated, unsure of how I should put my questions without giving out to much of what I was feeling at the moment..

Come on...

"Something had happened yesterday," I broke the eye contact, and focused on the fabrics or the dress I was wearing, "but you see, I can't exactly remember what did happen - and that had left me quite concerned..." upon my slow talk, I had paused and carefully looked back upon the clueless sailor...

"Could you help me with that?" I asked - trying to sound as clear as possible.

He looked lost for a moment, before his eyes brightened...