AN: Okay. Very first fan fiction EVER here. gulp Just read it and go
with it. It's not as 'happily ever after' as it may seem in the start but—
well. If you read, you'll see what I mean. And I tried to keep Edward
within character. Not too many SAT words in here. But. We love you Edward!
DISCLAIMER: I own NADA! ZILTCH! ZERO! But you're smart people. I think that you knew that already.
I'm cold.
The chilly night air gently brushes against my cheek and through my hair, freezing me in this position in my attic. Or what's left of my attic.
How I wish I could move. Just turn away from the little town that mocks me with its welcoming electric glow.
I'm lonely.
I wish I could turn away from the sight and concentrate on one of my sculptures. But I can't. Not when I know that she's down there.
Kim.
I look down at the thought of her. Down at my hands---
My... hands? Yes. My wondrously perfect hands!
...But what good are they now? I'm still cold. And alone. What does it matter really?
"Edward?"
I can feel myself tense at hearing my name called. Called by---
"Kim?" I shuffle around until--- There she is. Standing in the doorway in her pure-as-snow dress, smiling at me. "...Kim?"
She nods happily as she glides on the chilled air over to where I stand. Her long hair glows in the moonlight and makes her look as beautiful as an ice princess.
Slowly, she lifts her hand and rests it on my cheek. Strange, but I can't seem to feel it. But I have to! I just---
"Kim," I murmur as I raise one of my own hands up to her own, lightly resting on the side of my face, hoping that I can truly feel her warmth. I'm so close when---
Pain. Nothing but pain.
I'm thrown off of my shredded mattress with a sharp stinging on my face.
In a panic, I look down only to see large scissors where my hands were. Where they should be anyways. Only a pair of bloody scissorhands stares backs at me.
She's not here either. Why would she be? She's down there...
Lying back down, I realize that not too much has changed since the dream.
I can feel the loneliness in my heart, the cold wind on my cheek...
The only difference now is that I can feel the blood on my cheek too. It's not like this is the first time it has happened. I'm still Edward Scissorhands you know.
Reviews? For the newbie author? Please??
DISCLAIMER: I own NADA! ZILTCH! ZERO! But you're smart people. I think that you knew that already.
I'm cold.
The chilly night air gently brushes against my cheek and through my hair, freezing me in this position in my attic. Or what's left of my attic.
How I wish I could move. Just turn away from the little town that mocks me with its welcoming electric glow.
I'm lonely.
I wish I could turn away from the sight and concentrate on one of my sculptures. But I can't. Not when I know that she's down there.
Kim.
I look down at the thought of her. Down at my hands---
My... hands? Yes. My wondrously perfect hands!
...But what good are they now? I'm still cold. And alone. What does it matter really?
"Edward?"
I can feel myself tense at hearing my name called. Called by---
"Kim?" I shuffle around until--- There she is. Standing in the doorway in her pure-as-snow dress, smiling at me. "...Kim?"
She nods happily as she glides on the chilled air over to where I stand. Her long hair glows in the moonlight and makes her look as beautiful as an ice princess.
Slowly, she lifts her hand and rests it on my cheek. Strange, but I can't seem to feel it. But I have to! I just---
"Kim," I murmur as I raise one of my own hands up to her own, lightly resting on the side of my face, hoping that I can truly feel her warmth. I'm so close when---
Pain. Nothing but pain.
I'm thrown off of my shredded mattress with a sharp stinging on my face.
In a panic, I look down only to see large scissors where my hands were. Where they should be anyways. Only a pair of bloody scissorhands stares backs at me.
She's not here either. Why would she be? She's down there...
Lying back down, I realize that not too much has changed since the dream.
I can feel the loneliness in my heart, the cold wind on my cheek...
The only difference now is that I can feel the blood on my cheek too. It's not like this is the first time it has happened. I'm still Edward Scissorhands you know.
Reviews? For the newbie author? Please??