Chapter 10 | Rags

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(A.N. I have noticed that a lot of current ST books have the main characters as a past wife of Judge Turpin. I had thought I was original, but then again, this book was written around 2015-2016 and did not see other authors write things like that... Am I an inspiration or is this a coincidence?)

I was absolutely devastated.

I was devastated of the fact that I had passed out after the mess that had happened before...

But devastated too for the monster Benjamin Barker had become.

Or perhaps the monster had murdered Benjamin...

All that was left in the eyes of mine, was the cold living corpse that could rip out your heart and lungs without a doubt of remorse or regret.

... what have I done?

I have followed this absolute idiot around.

I knew that as soon as I would take a step outside this cursed ship - I would fleet, not as if my life depended on it - but because my life did depend on it.

I had stared into the ceiling almost lifeless...

Several tears streaked down the sides of my face...

How could I fall lower than I did before?

I was whispering absolute nothings under my breath...

I had not 'fixed' myself...

I had not lessened the pain...

I was in every pain possible...

Physical...

Mental...

And even my heart ached...

I wasn't sure how I would have 'fixed' myself upon the fact that I wasn't sure how not to look broken.

I wanted to jump outside the ship's window... perhaps the freezing ocean would have woken me up.

But I had a feeling that if I continued to lie there, more pain would come...

I refused to get up.

Is this it?

What now?

What will he make me do?

I had inhaled ever so carefully, feeling the pain build up again.

Don't give up.

There is hope.

I must survive until the end of this journey.

And yet, my eyes shut...

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I almost jumped upon the sound in the cabin, where my body had remained half asleep in.

My eyes had squinted open just enough to catch the dark demonic shadow of the persona Sweeney Todd clearing the lonely desk at the corner of the room...

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