A/N: My first Edward fic so please be nice and review. I own nothing...
Lonely: producing a feeling of bleakness or desolation.
Everyday people in Suburbia stare up at the mansion on the hill. They see it in their car mirrors and out their windows, but for most it is just that, the mansion on the hill. Sure, everyone has heard the stories of the man with scissors for hands, how could you escape it? But anyone who was involved with the tragic event was long since dead and their children grown and disbelieving. Edward was soon forgotten as all myths are. His kindness and naivety were distant memories and talk of only the children on the play ground. The mansion was just that, a mansion.
The roof had never been fixed and as the sunlight streamed in through its cracks and holes the darkness of the room seemed to retreat away from it. And with the darkness retreated the man who lived in it, Edward. He blamed them all for this feeling, all these feelings. He hadn't known feeling before she came up here and took him away from his home. He just had been ignorant to the world, but not anymore. He would never be content.
When the inventor died he had felt this feeling, but he couldn't put a name too it; that feeling of being utterly alone. He had begun working on the plants and cutting out the articles. He had found ways to entertain himself and he didn't know what lay beyond those walls. This was home and there was nothing else out there for Edward. As soon as he sat in the car with Mrs. Boggs his entire image was shattered.
The world was so large and full of color. Nothing out here was just black and white, oh no. Although, with this new found splendor came new found feelings. He first felt it when that woman called him a sheep. He may not have understood what she had said but he knew that he didn't like that feeling that sprouted in his stomach.
When the memories started Edward knew he would never be the same. That feeling of nostalgia seemed to overwhelm him and once again he couldn't put a name to that jolt in his stomach. Confusion washed over him as he was slowly able to put names to his feelings and he began to understand. Edward was beginning to see the world for the first time.
Then she entered his life. He found her and an entirely new feeling crept into his mind and he just couldn't erase it. It seemed to overwhelm him, overtake him, and control him. His mind was always focused on her and his heart skipped a beat every time he saw her. Then, one day, he figured it out. Edward had fallen in love and this new feeling he liked.
When ever he was with Kim that feeling of emptiness and sadness disappeared. That feeling of being incomplete was gone and replaced with a new happy feeling. Kim completed him and for once Edward was beginning to see beauty.
Of course, to fully understand love you have to understand hate. For reasons beyond Edward's comprehension that Jim boy hated him. Edward had never hated anyone, not until that night when Jim hit Kim. That image replayed itself in his nightmares and Edward couldn't stand it. That entire night was what nightmares were about for Edward. That night was what caused him to have to live alone.
The dark room seemed to grow darker as the sun set outside in the evening sky and Edward still stood in the corner, the darkness consuming him. The darkness would forever consume him, but it would never overtake him. As long as he could hold on to his memories he could fight the darkness. As long as feeling of Kim's arms around him was still sharp in his mind Edward could fight off the loneliness. He could break free of the bleakness and desolation. Edward could be happy.