The Becoming | Sweeney Todd

Chapter 16 | Death pt. 2

Note: I was so eager to finish the last chapter, I forgot to mention...

(Y/n) has Stockholm Syndrome, if some of you haven't noticed.

Could you tell the signs?

A sound of excessive twittering had been brought to my attention.

Slowly my eyes had opened to understand my whereabouts and situation. I was surprised upon the bright view of the sunlight hitting my face.

The birds were awake.

The world was awake.

But not me.

The dream from last night struck me harder than usual.

I recognised the room I was in, in a flash.

Oh god, I'm still here...

Thoughts of escape shot through me like electricity.

The dream.

The dream.

Use the dream as a plan.

And as I was mentally preparing myself for such plans, dread started to settle in.

It was like I already knew this...

But I wanted to deny - as I detested the outcome.

I was no longer cuffed.

I was in a bed.

... and I wasn't alone.

I could feel the monster breathe under me.

A chill spiked inside of me.

I couldn't move... It would wake him up...

It wasn't a dream...

It was real...

And I think that it was awake...

I was on top of his chest, facing the ceiling.

... his arm was around me, gently holding me close.

Fuck.

I slightly shifted to get myself out of the grasp...

...

... only to feel reassuring strokes in my hair.

I froze stifly.

The strokes followed me.

Was he awake?

It can't be...

He's too quiet...

Too silent...

Carefully, I shifted my head to the face of the man...