MYYY tuuurn- ----- Sweeney's POV: I blinked, and stepped back. "Are you alright?" Thoughts raced through my head. I was still holding on to Nellie's grave. Her eyes flickered to a deep red, and she looked very strange. I knew she was a demon, but does she bite? I was a bit frightened, but I was okay. I sat down by Nellie's grave again, mumbling. I was swallowing, and I looked up at Melodie, and breathed sharply. ----
Melodie~ I couldn't see much, and I wasn't in control at the moment. I bit, but I wouldn't ever, ever bite anyone. Its now four in the morning, and I've bitten Sweeney. My dear Sweeney. My eyes were a bright red, lacking from blood for a few days. I somewhat felt happy, and horrible. I've bitten something, and the wound was oozing a bit of blood. But I bit Sweeney. Dear god, help me. I'm a sadist. I breathed against his neck slightly, turning pink and taking control of myself again. "Fuck.." I cursed, and automatically was worried about his bite. Did I hurt him? Did I even think how this would affect our relationship?...
Sweeney's POV: I gently pushed Melodie away, furious. I felt my neck, and looked at the blood. "W-Why?!" I hissed. I laid the rose on Nellie's grave, and ran out of the cemetery, mumbling. I walked down the street quickly, looking at the sky, the sun slightly rising. Why would she do this to me? I thought she liked me. That hurt like hell. I need to go to sleep. I quietly entered my house, and laid on my bed. Why Melodie?
Melodie~ I'm walking home now, and it's seven o'clock in the morning. I had stood there, for three hours. I loved him, but I just couldnt help it. I was falling asleep while walking. I couldn't really function. I've bitten him, now I have to sleep in a damned cabin with him. How much fucking fail can I have before the end of three days. My mother was reading and my brother was humming. My mother looked up, and she sighed,"Melodie, I swear to God you're beyond in trouble-" "Thanks mom. I know. Sweeney hates me too." I growled, walking to my room. She followed in silence, meanwhile my brother was listening. "You bit him." "No shit.." I mumbled, gnawing on my arm. "Well Melodie, I don't know what the hell to tell you. Are you going to say sorry?" "Yes." I straightly lied. "Good. Now get up and pack your bag, alright?" she asked. I nodded, sitting up and staring at the wall. I was going to say sorry, and goodbye perhaps. I stuffed my hunting blade in my bag and a black turtleneck and everything else I needed. I was going to die. More like I wish I could at the moment.
Melodie~ We drove in complete silence. I was half an hour early, thank god. I walked up the few steps, and sat against the wall in the dance room, where everyone was supposed to go before everyone was off to learn the procedures and shit I did last year. I sighed, holding my hunting knife in my hand. My sleeve was pulled up. No one was in here except Macadamia. And she was on the opposite side of the room. I sighed, tracing Sweeney's name into my forearm, blood dripping lightly out of the worded cut. Was this verbal or physical abuse to myself? His name reminded me of what I did. The cutting of his name into my arm, that was the physical abuse I was giving myself. I sure hope no one decided to play a game later. I don't need the camp freaks inspecting my arms and finding Sweeney's name. That would leave me screwed over. I sighed, carving his last name into my right arm, it drawing more blood than my left. I soaked up the blood with a tissue that I quickly obtained, and then tosses the bloody, once white napkin away. I still had my sleeves rolled up, and I stared at the floor of the dance room, a voice bolted me awake. "You shouldn't have done that," Macadamia's voice chirped sadly. She looked Like she had been crying earlier. "Mac, none of the less, I deserve it. I'm horrible." "No you're not, Melodie. You're pretty cool..." she said sadly, rubbing her own shoulder. "Thanks...But that won't fix anything between me and Sweeney, Macky.." I sighed, starting at the ceiling, my arms in my lap and his name exposed. Sweeney Todd. I'm sorry. ----- > This was my bump-
Melodie~ I closed my eyes, and it was completely black. The scene of me biting Sweeney, of him leaving, and of me, standing there for three hours, blank. That movie ran over and over in my head. I couldn't stop watching it. I liked watching it, and hated it at the same time. I started to cry slightly, because I felt something drip down my cheeks, and my face was burning hot red underneath my red hair, making me cover my face. I was shameless, but seriously. I took regret in biting him. Some people would be like,"You know Melodie, you could just go say sorry and yadadada-" And I would say, shut the fuck up. I messed up bad this time, and there's no way in hell I'll be able to focus. My carved arms covered my face, hiding the sorrow and leaking tears from my crimson eyes. My forest green eyes were no longer surrounded in white, just red as I rubbed them. I couldn't. I just couldn't. Macadamia left, to who knows where, and I pulled out the hunter knife. Goodbye, Sweeney.
why goodbye sweeneywhats she gonna do....gawsh!!thus has gotten me on edge!!!....bringin it bck to pg1! BUMP
Sweeney's POV: I drove back to the camp with my mother this time. I had all of my stuff packed, and I was ready for camp. I was a bit angry, though. Melodie biting me, and all. It was uncalled for. I was rubbing my neck, mumbling. "Sweeney, my love, stop touching it. It's only going to make it worse," my mother said, keeping her eyes on the road. "Sorry, mum. I... I just don't know why she bit me," I sighed. "Try to forget about it, dear. I'm sure she'll apologize," she smiled, turning into the parking lot. I silently slipped out of the car, grabbing my bag. "Bye, mum," I smiled, kissing her on the cheek. "G'bye, Sweeney," she grinned. I closed my door, and shuffled to my cabin. I opened my cabin door, seeing Melodie. "Melodie, what are you doing?" I yelled. I ran over to her, snatching the knife. "Whats wrong with you?!" I hissed. "What are you doing to yourself?" I noticed her arms. Sweeney Todd "Wh-" I dropped the knife, turning on my heel, walking out of the cabin. ------
Melodie~ Death. My only wish at this point. I could've sworn I had some paper and a blasted pencil in that bag-Ha! I started to scribble, every single word I could to possibly describe how I felt about him, and how I feel now. My cursive still managed to look sort of..presentable. Sweeney, I'm so beyond the words sorry. Beyond. I cannot say what I've promised to Nellie, but I've broken one of those promises in her passing. Two now. And your own promise I said I could keep. Please Sweeney, forgive me for my somewhat, rash actions lately, lad... I, Melodie Raine Harveed, promise beyond my own demon life, that I will do anything, and I swear anything, for you love. Protecting you, and to never hurt myself or you. Promises I keep. I love you too much for my own good sometimes.. I endanger many people, dear... Love always, Melodie. I felt salty tears drip off my cheeks, and stain the paper I had written to Sweeney. I left it on his assigned bed, and say outside the cabin, hugging my small black bag. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart feeling like it would stop beating at any moment. The lump I had in my throat as I wrote got bigger as my fear to see my love, to see Sweeney got worse.
Sweeney's POV: I walked around in the woods, thinking. I need to go back to see her. I turned around, and ran back to the cabin, seeing her on the steps. "Melodie... I'm sorry, love... Forgive me," I said, my voice cracking. I took her hand, squeezing it. "I would never think that all of this could happen at a summer camp," I chuckled, swallowing back tears. "Hey," I began, "Let's go walk around, love... Get some air..." I helped her up, and looked in her eyes. "Please, Melodie... Stay strong."
Melodie~ I stared at the M necklace on my neck. I always had reasons for things. Always. Why I wrote the letter to Sweeney had a reason too. Because I loved him. I didn't want to lose him, and all of my sanity. Why I wore pants all the time, but only in public. My scarred legs, scarred from multiple murder attempts. I only wore shorts to bed. Murder yes. Demon hunters, I was alone. I still am. The little demon freak. At least Sweeney was likable. I couldn't blame the some people that liked him. He was amazing. Miraculous. Heart-warming face honestly. I felt more rain drops drip from the sky, and splat onto my face. Then, as the droplets sled down to my lips, they were salty. More tears, more endless rain. If I cried every time I couldn't handle something, I'd be drowning in my tears. Sweeney Todd. I clutched a hand over my heart, and decided one thing. I'm going home. I couldn't handle this anymore. One more time and I was going to howl. I hated being like this, but it happened every once and then. It's been a long time since I've been this depressed. I sang quietly behind the cabin, where only people that held some kind of bravery. There was some animal skeletons the last time it was checked. Sally's Song. I sang, ignoring my shattered voice. I closed my eyes as the rain continued to splatter in my lap.