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Deep in the ground	By : LosingMyBeautifulMind Category: Musicals/Plays > Sweeney Todd Views: 1207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Scarlett sat in the dark room reading a book. She lay in the deep bowels of the grand house; far from her housemates living their lives above her. Time was long for her. Undoubtly, forever in her eyes. Her books, her only passion, the only thing that made time go faster. She could hear footsteps now, coming down the stairs and she quickly set the book under the mattress of her bed and took out some embroidery. The large brass door clunked as it was unlocked from the outside and Beadle stepped in. He licked his lips as his eyes ran over her breasts that were confined in the bodice of her crimson dress. "My lord calls for you to come to breakfast," He said, his eyes moving slowly up to her face, "He said for me to escort you to the table."

Gently setting the pad down she got up and strode over to him. Her dark black eyes bore into his and she nodded curtly, "Of course, Thank you, Sir." She held her pale hand out to him. He took her arm and shut the door behind them with a bang and dragged her up the stairs. As she walked into the breakfast room to find her sister, Johanna, and the Master of the house, Judge Turpin, she nodded respectfully to both of them and quietly walked into the grand room and waited for her chair to be pulled out. Beadle was close behind and he obliged her and waited for her to sit before sliding her closer to the table.

Johanna, fair, yellow haired Johanna, petite and lovely. Scarlett’s eyes swept over her sisters face as she took a seat on the other side of the table, their feet occupying the same space beneath it. Scarlett turned her eyes to her own hands and looked at her fingers; she had white skin, deathly pale, from spending too many dark days inside in the basement. Her eyes were black, as was her hair. She had broad shoulders, not at all like her sisters, whose were dainty and frail. Scarlett looked up at the Judge and could see him staring at her; he thought her hideous.

At the age of five he had locked her down in the basement, only allowed out when company was present, or for meals. She wasn't like Johanna, he would often say she looked too much like her father; too much like a criminal. In the beginning she was glad of this because of what he did to Johanna. Watched her, like she was a piece of meat, or like a beautiful horse. That was until the Beadle took an interest in her.

Even now she could feel him watching her. She hated it. She never found any men attractive. She would much rather stay downstairs, read some books, or play the piano for the rest of her life.

Scarlett’s fingers itched from the need to write, to read. To do anything intelligent and not have to speak about rubbish like how Johanna’s day went! Johanna never left the house, how could it be interesting? Scarlett set her knife and fork together to symbolize she was done and crossed her fingers on her lap. The Beadle slowly raised his eyes to hers and then looked at the Judge, "Sir, Would you like me to take her to her room?" All the judge did was wave them off. Beadle pulled her chair out and brought her down the dark musky stairs and to her dead bolted room. She didn’t want to go back in. To sit another day away while something interested happened. While people lived and she rotted.

Slowly she stepped away from him, "Please, Please don’t make me go back in there." Her eyes were pleading him to see her way, to see how much it pained her to sit in a room that was only lit by candles. That was freezing on the hottest day of the summer. His lips quirked up into a predatory smile.

"Come now. It’s my job to protect you, you’re protected in this room. No one will touch you here." He had opened the door and the cold air whooshed out pricking them both with bumps along their skin.

“Please no! Please?” Her eyes began to well with tears at the hate for the room. Her hate for Johanna, who had everything, anything she wanted was granted.

Beadle grabbed her arm and pushed her in throwing her to the floor. “I have business to attend to, you better hope I remember, in my busy day, to bring you up to lunch and dinner.” Stepping out he slammed the door and locked it.

The click continued to ring in her ears as she picked herself up and wiped her tears away.

Sitting on her bed, she once again reached under her mattress to pick up her book, and hugged it to her chest. She couldn’t name how many times she had read this book. Over and over, but it never ended to her, just another beginning to a new dream.

She always changed the names of the characters, or the places they went to. Sometimes they went to France, or Rome, or another far off place. To be honest, Scarlett didn’t even know anything other than history about those places, but that’s all she needed to know the future.

To know that someday she would get a happy ending like the characters in her book did.

Getting up she stood on her bed and look out the cellar window to see people bustling around children running to keep up with their parents. Her nose scrunched up in dismay at the thought of parents, at the way the parents looked back at their children, and there was –what her book called it- love, deep caring when one of the young ones fell.

Sitting back down on her grubby cot she thought of the fact that she had no one, no one who loved her. No one who cared if she rotted. Even Beadle didn’t care, and he is the only one that seems to speak to her. Other than the maid, or even Johanna, on those rare occasions she hopes the Judge would think to put her in a normal room as to make Johanna feel better…but he would never let a “common criminal” live outside of a jail.
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