Chapter 1
I looked directly in the mirror with the picture of my Grandmother Kim in my left hand. I looked so much like her, and that was perfect. I was sixteen, her age when she fell in love. Of course, I had always believed that Grandpa was only second best because I knew from the moment that Grandma told me the story, that she still loved Edward with all her heart. She died though, which was where I was. I was at her own little house from the eighties standing in front of the mirror she used when she was young.
I smoothed my black dress as I looked at the bed, just in case. Only, I wished he were there. My mother came in and smiled weakly. "I thought you would be in here Jane." She said.
"Where else would I be Mom?" I asked sadly.
"Look at the bright side of this, she'll be with Grandpa, now." She said with a little bit of a grin. I gave her somewhat of a dirty look. I was the only one who knew of Grandma's other romance.
"What? Don't look at me like that Jane! God damn it, stop." She started to cry, "You look so much like her… I know things won't be the same without her. We all loved her."
I sighed and whispered, "Mom, don't cry…"
"She can't be gone. She can't be." Mom whimpered into my shoulder.
"Hey guys, it's—oh." My father walked in. "Hey," he caressed my mom's shoulders, "It's alright. Everything's alright." His glasses glimmered in Grandma's bedroom light. I pulled away from my mother and walked away from the room. I went outside and started walking past the old, faded houses. There was one though, at the top of the hill, black and old, the tin of the house was deteriorating. I did see, however, the bushes. They were magnificent. I had never been so close to see them. Grandma had never let me to be close enough.
Did I dare go in the gates to meet Edward? Did I actually want to meet Edward? I didn't know. I heard my dad's footsteps quick and worried, so I turned around and walked towards him. "What is your problem Jane Kimberly Keating!?" He yelled, turning red, "Your mother is crying her eyes out right now, and you running off isn't helping at all!"
"Did you ever think that this took a toll on me too?" I asked, yelling as well, "I was closer to Grandma than Mom ever was! You don't have a clue on what kind of pain I'm in Dad, and you never listen enough to actually know what's going on!" He looked at me with stern eyes, and then walked off. After he left, I turned back around to look at the gate. I heard steps going down. My eyes widened as my pupils got smaller, I took off my black heals, and ran.