This is a new story I've been working on for a while now and decided to post. I hope you enjoy it.
Contact.
All I have ever wanted was human contact.
ANY other human contact.
My 'creator' Dr. Cullen told me I can't have human contact outside of my room and the lab.
You see, I am essentially a better version of Mary Shelley's fictional monster in Frankenstein and Edward in Edward Scissorhands. I was created in the lab of Dr. Cullen. I don't look like the Frankenstein's Monster. I look more like Edward Scissorhands. That's the origin of my name, Edward. I do not have 'scissor hands', but I am just as alien as he or Frankenstein's Monster would have been, had they really existed.
Dr. Cullen made sure I was not completely hideous, he is a perfectionist at best. He succeeded and made me, what he would call, 'beautiful'. I disagree though: my torso is covered in scars from rigorous multiple surgeries (large and small), the rest of my body has scars scattered across it, my eyes glow this eerie golden yellow color, my lips are grey or slightly pinkish at best, my skin is as white a sheet if not whiter, my hair is this odd bronze color and it is wild (it defies gravity the way it stays atop my head with it's length), and I can't really age.
I will admit I looks less alien than Frankenstein's Monster, but Edward Scissorhands and I would be close as far as odd looks are concerned. Though, I am more knowledgeable and capable of doing things than Edward Scissorhands or Frankenstein's Monster could have ever been.
Two their fictional defense, the three of us have a few things in common: we want acceptance, we want understanding, we want normality, and we don't want to be alone.
Exactly two months ago today I became completely alone in my almost constant solitude.
Dr. Cullen had told me two months, one day, five hours, and fifty-five seconds ago that he thought I might be ready to finally work at having the human contact outside of I so longed for. I knew he had to teach me things and it would probably take a while before I would meet and talk with anyone. I knew somethings about manners and how to talk to people from books and observing the doctor, but some things that are common sense to normal people would never occure to me.
He told me the first person I would meet (when I was ready) would be Mrs. Cullen.
I honestly didn't even know there WAS a Mrs. Cullen until that point, but I couldn't be mad at the doctor just than. The joy of my new found hope was too fresh and alive in my system to be pushed away with anger at the doctor's secrets.
He told me he would come back in the morning and I would learn more about how to talk and geet new people. He said after a little while it should come naturely.
Today I'm praying to Dr. Cullen's God that he was right.
You see, the next day he never did come. I waited in my room for him the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day.
Until today.
Today I could no longer stand the silence. Today I went outside my room. Today I explored the uncharted territory of the house. Today I read the newspaper.
The newspaper read that Dr. Carlisle Cullen is dead.
My creator and only hope for a normal, human life with other people at a tangibly distance is gone.
I don't know how long it was or how many times I sat and reread the newspaper artical over and over before I believed it.
When I finally came to terms with the loss and was able to set down the newspaper I went back to my room, shut the door, and sat on the sunken spot on my bed I had been sitting on for the last two moths.
Death, I thought. Its such a hard word. I could hardly wrap my head around it. Dr. Cullen is dead. What does that REALLY mean? I know WHAT death is and what it means to die, but what does it mean for *me*.
The doctor was no father to me, I never thought of him that way. I didn't even think of him as a friend. He wa what he was, the doctor. That's not to say I didn't feel grief for the doctor's death, he was a man dedicated to a cause, namely me, and he was never going to give up. He showed me kindness. I will be grateful for that until this hellish body gives out, and I too die.
The problem was Dr. Cullen told me what to do next, always. I spent all my time waiting for him to tell me what to do next, doing what he said I should do, and learning anything he could teach me.
So with all that said, I tried to think about what to do next.
Run. Move. Go. Seek. Look. Find. CONTACT.
Those were the words desperstely cluching at my mind. The words I thought held the answers to my problems.
I would run away from the nothingness.
I would move off this old, lumpy bed.
I would go to wherever my legs take me.
I would seek out LIFE.
I would look for it.
I would find it.
I would CONTACT it.
I had never heard or thought word sweeter than those thoughts of freedom and hope.
After a short few moments of thought, I looked back at my room.
It was neat, clean. The only things out of place were a few books the doctor gave me recently, the rest were on a large bookshelf. It was just a room however. There was no sense of belonging there. The grey, blue walls and worn beige carpet of these four walls mean nothing to me. It was a safe place and I always felt safe there, but it was also a cage. I knew I was not ready to leave that cage, but with no teacher I could not bring myself to stay hidden away in the dark silence.
I walked to the door and openned it. I knew I was in Forks, Washington, but other than that I had no idea where I was.
It was raining. . .hard, It was probably cold (I cannot really tell the changes in temperature unless they are extreme), there are more trees than any man would have the patience to count, the sky was unclear because of the vegetation and even if I looked up the rain would only blind me, there was no path, no road in sight, and there was no direction that looked more promising than the next.
I had no idea where the life I was seeking out was hiding, but it didn't bother me. I would find it in time. I had to wait all my years and I could wait a little longer now.
I decided I would walk straight. There was a hill covered in trees and I felt the need to inspect it. It was in my direct path if I was to walk straight.
When I started walking I tripped frequently, I was not used to obstacles in my path, it never occurred to me that I should look for them. I felt very stupid for no looking out for them. I am not under intelligent in any way. I am very well read on various topics. I know more than any person who is my physical age, the doctor said. I am (in years) five, but my mental maturity surpasses most men in (my physical age) their late teens.
I walked farther and farther into the dense forest that is Forks, Washington. I was more than half way up the moderately sized hill now and my clothes were completely soaked through. I knew I would, no doubt, be sick after that but I did not care. I still felt like the baby mountain was drawing me to it's peak and I wanted to know the reason for it. I also had nothing to go back to.
I knew it would only be a few seconds until the ground leveled out and I would reach my goal. I felt a slight sense of accomplishment for the rather small achievement and I was anxious to see what mysteries the hill held at it's crest.
I peered through the pouring rain and thick trees as the ground became more and more even. I saw that the heavy covering of trees lessened about ten yards away. For some reason, I felt this was a pivitol moment in my life and whatever lay beyond those evergreen trees was vital in my first feat of life. It was surprising at first, the vitality of the moment, but all I could do was take a breath and step into what would become one of the most important moments in my life.
Yes, the story will start to pick up next chapter and new characters will be introduced, it wont be internal monologue forever. There is dialogue and lots of it.
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Much Love,
-Aarica.