Prologue
A small child lay in her bed, she was visiting her grandmother and it was time for her to go to sleep. "Grandma?" she said in a tiny voice, she was looking up at the woman she loved more than anything in the world, a teller of stories, a baker of cookies.
"Yes dear?" her grandmother looked away from her knitting and looked down upon her beloved granddaughter with kind eyes.
"Will you tell me a story, the one about the man with scissors for hands? Please!" She looked at her grandmother, her bright hazel eyes shimmering with anticipation in the fire light.
"Sweetie…it's much to late…."
"Please! Please! Please! Please!" Her grandmother sighed and smiled warily, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
"Ok, ok, there is no need to beg." She cleared her throat and began to speak, "A long time ago, when I was a little girl I met a man, a sad man who was lonely and misunderstood, him name was…" She stopped.
"Grandma?" Everything faded to black and Shannon slowly opened her eyes. She wondered what had woken her up, but she soon figured out what it was when she heard the phone ring. Her mothers voice said 'Hello?' to whoever was on the other line and everything grew silent. It was as if time stopped. Her mother's voice was inaudible as she spoke. Shannon's heart filled with dread as her mother hung up and she could hear her footsteps walking down the hall. Her mother gently opened the door and was greeted by her daughter looking up at her. "Mom…" she said "I-is everything alright?" She knew what was coming. Her grandmother had been sick for a long time, but she didn't want to hear the words her mother said.
" Shannon, grandma Kim…she died." A lump rose in Shannon throat and tears began to pour out of her eyes.
"No…no…no…" was all she could manage to say. How could the woman she loved so much be gone? The woman who told her stories of fantasy and baked her cookies…. how could she be dead?
"I'm sorry…" her mom said sadly.
"NO!" Shannon said through tears. "No…mom…" Her mom leaned in to hug her, but Shannon pulled away and told her to leave. Her mom walked out of the room and shut the door, leaving Shannon in darkness. She cried all night as she looked through old photo albums. She turned the page and her grandmothers smiling face looked up at her. The picture was taken when her grandmother was in her teens. She hadn't realized how much she looked like her. She began to cry again. Things would never be the same.
This is my first fan fic and I hope you all like it. I know it wasn't that good, but I'm ok with that. Please read, rate, and comment.. I would like to know what you think.
3 Katt