The sun shone through the cracked glass window of the castles attic, illuminating the weathered floor board. Edward, the castles lone inhabitant stood hunched in the shadows staring down at the neighborhood below through dark piercing eyes. Each brightly colored building was decorated with fake snow and pin prick light bulbs which would turn the sky a multitude of colors when night fell. It was Christmas Eve and the whole neighborhood was getting ready to celebrate.
Except him.
Sighing, Edward turned away from the window and backed into one of the dark corners of the attic letting his mind wander.
Four days previous the Inventor had shown him his Christmas present. A brand new set of arms so he could get rid of his destructive and unnatural hands.
Four days previous Edward has torn his Christmas present to shreds with his monstrous hands.
Four days previous the Inventors heart had given out through a heart attack had leaving Edward alone.
Completely and utterly alone.
Edward had always known that he would end up alone. The Inventor was old, he would have died eventually and his neighbors never even knew he existed. He knew that that day would come one day. He just wished that that day hadn't come so quickly.
Alone.
He didn't want to be alone. He wanted to be loved and cherish. To be held and comforted. He wanted to be apart of a family. Like the family he had, had with the Inventor, like the families that he watched move around the neighborhood below.
Alone.
Alone.
The word seemed to bounce around his head, growing louder and more prominent with every second.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
More voices joined the first, voices he had never heard from people he had never met.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
The voices melded together in his head shouting, screaming the same word over and over creating an unimaginable din of chaotic noise.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Edwards deformed hands flew to his ears to try and block out the imaginary voices, to stop the silent screaming. Drops of blood fell from Edwards's snow white skin as large gashes appeared along the sides of his head. Clippings of hair fell to the floor as his fingers scrabbled against his unruly mop of black hair.
Falling to his knees, Edward shut his eyes tightly as he tried to mentally force the voices out of his head. To stop the painful truth that he knew would become his destiny.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
ALONE!
A strangled scream tore from Edwards's mouth ceasing all the voices in his head except for the original voice.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Raising his head Edward glanced at the window across from him. The patch of sunlight was now gone, obscured by the heavy dark gray rain clouds that had silently appeared.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Although he could no longer see the neighborhood below from his spot on the dusty floor he could imagined them rushing back into their colorful homes to gather with their family.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
He wished that he could have what they took for granted. A home. A family. But he knew that he couldn't. Because he was always destined to be alone.
Alone.
Alone.
A clear liquid flowed down his cheek, mixing with the blood that still flowed from his wounds before falling off his chin and splashing against the floor. Pulling his gaze away from the window he stared at the bloody teardrop in wonder. He had never felt like this before. He had never cried. Blinking his eyes he felt the remaining tears recede, no more spilling from his eyes. Opening his mouth he took a shuddery breath.
"I am alone. I will always be… alone."
Alone.