Katey walked carefully through the strange yet beautiful garden. The figures made form the unkempt bushes seemed to need to be fixed. She twirled slowly through the garden, looking at all of the flowers. The teenage girls arm reached out grab a small rose that was growing alone next to a gray brick wall. She sat there on the ground, admiring the small red flower that was soft to the touch.
Katey gasped when she saw a shadow move from the wall. She quickly stood up and spun around on her converse heel. She came face to face with a boy that seemed to be her own age.
"Oh, um, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here. Please just don't call the cops. I'll just leave-" She said as she looked down to advert her gaze from the mysterious boy. She started to walk away when she felt a cool grip through her jacket sleeve touch her arm.
"Don't, leave." The young man said, as though if she left he would die.
"Oh, um. Your parents must be worried about you. You should go home. Its dark just go ho-" She tried to say before she looked down to her arm. She looked up to the boy with a look off shock. He saw her face and quickly released her arm.
The boy pulled his hand towards his chest and cradled it as though it were hurt. Katey quickly stepped forward and grabbed his forearm. She pulled it closer to see the things that he must have been embarrassed about.
She took his hand and began to use her other hand to pull and twist the metal carefully. He has scissors! For hands! She looked down at his hand with a look of utter amazement. She brought her head up to look at the boy, who was pushing his arm out but leaning back, quietly remembering what happened last time someone did something like this.
She quickly dropped his hand and stepped back. She saw him relax and look at her with a bit of happiness. She began to actually look at this young man standing in front of her.
The boy had delightfully messy black hair, sitting on his head pointed to his side. He was very pale and seemed to have many scars all over his face. He had been wearing a pair of clunky combat boots that seemed to make him about 4 inches taller than the already short teen. She saw him standing as though he was afraid he might be struck in the face. She toke a small and slow step forward and placed her hand on his arm reassuringly.
"I'm, I'm Katey, um, and do you live up here?" She said, pointing to large castle behind them. He nodded his head slowly, afraid that he was wrong.
"Well, um, are your parents there?" She asked, hoping he would say no.
"He never woke up." He said knowing that this was the correct answer. She looked at him and began to realize what he had meant.
"Well, how about we go inside?" She said with a smile, hoping he wouldn't become frightened. He smiled an innocent smile, feeling he could trust his new friend.
"So, um. What can I call you?" She asked as they walked up to the large door at the front of the dark mansion.
"Edward." He said quietly, almost as if he was embarrassed by his own name.
"Katey? Um, if I can ask…..why were you up here in the first place?" He said, feeling he could talk freer with his new friend.
"Well, um. My mom and me got in a big fight, so I left through my window. And well, I saw this place and I thought it would be fun." She said with a shrug, as if it happened all the time.
"And this is where I always come to try and draw. I come up here all the time. I just have never seen you before. Isn't that weird?" She said looking towards him with a smile. He returned her smile, just with a hint of disappointment. He thought to himself of how much he had watched the girl, sometimes even be able to listen to her sing softly as she walked under the window he would watch from.
She would sit somewhere just at the point where he couldn't make out what she had been drawing.
One day, she had pulled out what he had learned from her talks, was a cell phone where people could talk to each other. She had pulled it out and began to pace in her baggy, black hoodie and small red plaid skirt with high socks and her 'converse'.
She had raced away, leaving her shoulder bag at the base of the steps to the door. Edward waited a few minutes when he began to walk down his stairs and out his door to find her bag. He carefully reached inside, skillfully not cutting or ripping any of the papers. He flipped through her almost filled notebook to find a picture of her and another girl, standing with other people, but the picture focused on them.
She was smiling from ear to ear, holding up her first to fingers, as though it was nice. Her long brown hair seemed to be longer then, and she seemed younger. He turned the page and found a picture that she had apparently drawn. It was of her and a boy, her sitting in the boy's lap, with a smile larger than the sun resting on her face. The boy that she was sitting on seemed to be rather mad, as though he didn't want her to be near him.
He heard Katey's footsteps coming up the steps that were hidden by a wall next to him when he shoved the papers back into her almost empty bag and raced back to his house to close the door. He returned back to his window to see her with tears falling from her face, angrily gathering her things, and walking away, as though she wanted to stomp home instead.
"Edward, where here. Snap out of it. Come on." She said with a smile as she pulled him into the house.