Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
Author's note: The person Edward is thinking of is not the one you may expect...
EDWARD POV:
Oh, how I hated him.
No, I didn't. Hate was not the word I could use to express my feelings towards the scum who did not deserve to exist. I loathed him entirely.
He treated Bella so terribly, so awfully that he should not have existed, yet somehow Bella still loved him.
Her love for him made me sick. She would do anything for him, give her life, her self, to him because of her ever-present love for him. I loved her so much, but I was unable to see the love her fragile heart contained for this foul, repulsive monster. I respected my angel's decisions, but I could not find a place in my heart for this wretch. I could not even bring myself to like him- he was as unlikeable as possible. He had hurt Bella, physically and emotionally, so many times that it was unforgivable. Bella should want to distance herself from him as much as possible, instead of yearning for him. He may have loved her back, but he certainly didn't treat her the way he should have, the way Bella deserved to be treated.
I turned away from the sleeping form of Bella, so still and perfect and angelic, and growled at the mere thought of the one I hated. For once, I was glad that she was asleep, unable to sense my thoughts, and I was certainly glad that she did not posess my so-called-gift to read my thoughts. My Bella would not be pleased if she knew my loathing for this hideous being, and she would certainly have argued. She would have told me not to hate him, that he was fine, and that she loved him.
She loved him. It was obvious, and she had confessed to me that she did. I tried in vain to show her some reason, but her love still burned in her heart.
Suddenly, I could see him- clearly, across from me, his hideous face burning my eyesight. I snarled at him, and he snarled back, obviously. I wanted to claw at his hideous face, but I restrained myself. I couldn't supress the hiss that burst from my mouth, however. It echoed in the dark room, as did his silent hiss. I wanted to break the glass, so that I could no longer see his hideous, monstrous face, but Bella and Charlie would not be exactly happy if I shattered the mirror. It wouldn't be worth it; I deserved the torment of seeing the man I hated the most. I saw him often; in glasses, in water, in people's minds and in the chocolate eyes of my love as she gazed up at me. I turned away from my reflection, sickened, the image of the face of the man I loathed stuck in my mind.
My face.
The man I loathed more than anyone else was myself.
Did you like it? I've had this idea for a while. It's not that great, but I felt like writing this. It is NOT Edward bashing, because I AM team Edward and I don't hate Edward. But this is how Edward seems to view himself. Please review! Free, um... Pancakes to all reviewers!