Chapter 17 | S.T. • B.B.

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The girl who woke up with amnesia at the dephs of hell.

The beautiful Devil she met there.

They escaped hand in hand - but hearts full of hate.

They explored the world on the first innocent thing they came to contact with...

And ruined it.

They battled against each other on that ship.

Conflict.

The nobody and the everything.

However, he was her everything.

She saw the good and the worst in him.

He hit her, but tended to her wounds.

He mocked her, but not too far.

Sadly, she couldn't take it anymore.
The bipolar actions of that man.

She took her own life by returning to hell.

She jumped.

I had read the whole notebook. Reading the 'Sweeney Todd's' name with painful scratches in my heart.

It was like a dejavu could be written - this was it.

Something familiar - but not completely,  yet somehow you know exactly what is to happen next.

Was (Y/n) Turpin me?

Am I (Y/n) Turpin?

I felt my lungs contracting. My breathing could be heard loudly in the silent room.

My head was banging like a drum.

I was dizzy - my line of sight disappearing in shades of white.

I felt tears raise up in my eyes. Yet I quickly dried them...

It wasn't the time to break down...

I needed to find Sweeney...

Lifting up from the bed I sat on, my hands fixed of what was supposedly my dress...

I wasn't so sure anymore.


My eyes had landed on the door, that I was finally free to walk up to...

And yet I hesitated to move towards it...

I jumped back hearing a yell...

Of a man.

This man was in rage...

This man breathed heavily and grunted with force and struggle...

The guards shuffled in rhythm to the yells...

They were holding a prisoner man, at a women's prison?

I'm not stupid to not see this is a prison.

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