Waiting For You, Wherever You Are

Edward has been alone for a very long time, until now. Unable to think he will be loved again or he ever will for that matter. He meets this dark teen named Antoinette who may see him as something else, not a monster or a freak. Perhaps someone who can help him and find love again?

"Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion."

-Joseph Conrad

I came into this neighborhood, with no expectations to be welcomed. And I was right.

I HATED to move so often. Now settling in this dreary town, it sucked. There was plain, boring people, plain, boring houses, and plain, boring pretty much everything else.

This is why I wasn't welcomed.

I am not plain and boring. I wear a lot of makeup, which is looked down in this town, wear different assortments of clothes, which is again looked down here, my hair is dark and people don't like me because "I'm mixing up the perfectness of the town."

Yeah, so I didn't have a ton of friends in this town or any other place that I lived in.

I guess I freak a lot of these perfect kids out.

But eventually when everything seems to be going "fine", I seem to get into some sort of trouble.

I never actually had one person to talk to over the years of moving. I never met my future best friend. I don't think I ever would.

I hated being not able to go out with friends and have fun. I admit it. I'm jealous.

But that was the price I paid for looking like I want to, I guess.

Does being yourself really pay that price?

I didn't think so.

I admit I'm not as tough as I look.

Most of my appearance is just a front.

I may look confident and ready for anything, but inside I'm scared as a small dog that's been kicked too many times and looking for a nice owner who will take care of me. I know sounds cheesy and all of it is true.

I just don't understand why people have to be so mean.

So going through the first day wasn't anything new to me.

Nothing unusual happens, unfortunately.

Just the constant whispers of the "perfects" behind me and people who I sit by are cowering as if I was going to lose control and drink their blood or something.

But besides that it could've been worse… I guess.

In this town, I have been second guessing myself a lot more lately.

I walk home from school today because I still don't have a car.

I go up a large hill and see a small wooded area.

I come across an old mansion, eerie and mysterious. It looks like it hasn't been lived in for a very long time.

There were old trees near it. Almost dead looking, creating a vibe of creepiness on my skin.

Cool.

It was nothing like the other houses.

It was like me.

The only thing different in this perfect place.

We both were outcasts.

I finally had something, I could pretend someone was listening, who would understand what I'm feeling, what I'm going through.

It looked like home.

I opened the old gate which answered with a loud creek.

Once I passed the gate, I knew my life was just about to change.

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