Chapter 1
October 18th, 1991
"Rose, I love you! Please, tell me you'll be mine! I can't take..." He cursed. "Those aren't the lines….Come on, Edward, think! The show is in two days..." He took a quick glance at his lines, promising to resist the next time. He had to remember the lines without the script. There wouldn't be one during the show. "Rose, I love you! Please, tell me you'll be mine! I can't live without-DAMN IT!" With a frustrated growl, Edward threw down the script.
"Someone's in a bad mood"
Edward turned and grimaced. "Hi, Jessica"
Her brown curles bobbed as she giggled. "Are you practicing for the play?"
"Yeah…Well, I'm trying to" He tried not to sound rude, but he also wanted her to get the hint.
"Sounds like you're struggling"
"I…What are you doing in here?"
"I'm the one who handles the controls. You know, lights and all of that" She rolled her eyes and then gave him a smile that creeped him out. Jessica Stanley was a popular girl, but she was also known as a psycho. People liked her, but they were also afraid of her.
Edward, however, was more annoyed with her. He was the unlucky guy she chose to develop a crush on. His friends still haven't let it slide. "Look, Jessica, no offense, but I have to get these lines down before the play. Could you, I don't know, give me some privacy?"
Her eyes narrowed like a Cats, raising the hair on the back of his neck. A moment later, however, she smiled like a chestier Cat. "Actually, I have to fix that light up there" She pointed to the where the small balcony that was part of the set was. A broken light hung above it. "Can you maybe help me?"
Edward sighed. The last thing he wanted to do was help her, but he didn't want to deal with her having another mental breakdown. "Do you have the bulb to replace it with?"
"Here. Look, I'll come up with you"
"Lucky me" he muttered under his breath.
They both made their way up to the balcony. It wobbled slightly. It was only meant to hold one person at a time. "Maybe you should wait down there. I don't think we can both be up here" Edward said, inspecting the broken light. He pushed a swinging that was next to him aside.
"That's ok" Jessica smirked "You'll be off plenty soon"
"What?"
Before Edward could react, a rope was quickly put tightly around his neck. In shock and confusion, he didn't move.
"Sorry, Edward" Jessica apologized sweetly "But if I can't have you, no one can" With all her strength, she pushed Edward off the side of the balcony. There was a sharp, painful jerk around his neck. It felt like his head would rip off from his body, and he would gladly have that happen if it meant ending the pain. His eyes searched wildly for a way to get the rope off his neck, but there was no way. Closing his eyes, he willed for it all to end. Two minutes later, it did.
Edward Anthony Cullen, age Seventeen, was found dead an hour later. His death was ruled as suicide. Only Jessica knew the truth, but she would never come clean. What she didn't know was that Edward knew, too. No one knew his spirit still lingered in the Auditorium, waiting for a chance to get either revenge or justice.
It wasn't until 2008 that his chance came.