A/N: I haven't gotten any reviews yet which makes me sad. But oh well...I continued it anyway 'cause writing this is very fun.

Wanna know a random Edward Scissorhands fact? Johnny Depp had to lose a reported 25 pounds for the role of Edward Scissorhands.

I don't own dearest Edward, but oh how I wish Idid. *sigh*

"Wake up and live, y'all,
Wake up and live!
Wake up and live now!
Wake up and live!

Life is one big road with lots of signs,
So when you riding through the ruts, don't you complicate your mind"

Kalypso woke up somewhat disoriented. 'Where am I?' Her groggy, sleep-hazed mind took a few minutes to remember last night's events. Eventually it dawned on her. She yawned and stretched her slender limbs.

"Good morning, Edward."

"Good Morning."

"Thanks again, for letting me sleep here. It was very kind of you."

He nodded and smiled slightly; his fingers were snipping together nervously.

Now that it daylight she could get a better look at her host. His entire body was covered in a leather suit that contained various buckles, straps, and studs. On his feet he wore matching combat-type boots. Where soft flesh and bone hands should be, were long metal scissor things. Around his deep dark brown eyes were purple bruise-like marks that added to his expression of sorrow. His face was covered in scars of various depths and age.

As she was taking in his appearance he was taking in hers.

She was wearing a very long chocolate-colored lacy skirt that came down to her ankles. Her cream-colored button up shirt was very loose and had long flowing sleeves that flared out at the wrists. Around her neck she wore a tattered wooden sculpture of a dolphin on a long leather chain. Her eyes were a light grey with flecks of gold surrounding the pupil. Even after a good-night's rest she still wore an expression of total exhaustion on her delicate pixie-like features. Compared to other people he had seen in his life-time, this girl seemed way to thin, like she hadn't eaten anything in days.

They both seemed as if they were in a trance as they stared at each other. Slowly and shakily Kalypso reached out and traced each one of the scars on Edward's face. He shuddered slightly at her touch and watched her curiously.

"You should really get these cleaned so they don't get infected." She stated quietly and absent-mindedly.

Suddenly she was brought back down to earth and she blushed, a deep crimson red.

"I'm-I-I'm sss-orrr-yy." She stammered.

Edward looked at her a bit confused.

She giggled softly and smiled at his expression.

Edward smiled back feeling even more confused.

"So, Edward… I don't want to intrude…but…umm… why do you have scissors for hands?" she whispered nervously.

"I'm not finished." Edward curled his hands closer towards his chest, and they snipped together softly.

"Oh. Ok." Kalypso's brow wrinkled, and she looked at him somewhat confused.

Kalypso looked down at her watch. '11:03. Mom will be waking up in a about an hour or so. Better go home and clean up her mess AGAIN.' She shook her head in disgust and looked up at Edward.

"Edward, I have to go. It was nice meeting you."

His face fell; this was it. She was leaving him. His first friend in over 40 years and she was already leaving. 'She knows I'm a freak now. She'll never want to come back. People never do, not even Kim, and she said she loved me. '

"Don't worry, I'll be back! I promise." She gently patted his arm again and walked towards the door."I'll see you later."

"Goodbye." He whispered feebly as he watched her run down the mountain. Back in to the world he once knew but was never allowed to return.

Kalypso's mind was pondering her experience with Edward, as she walked down her street.

"I can't believe I spent the night at some man's house." 'It wasn't some man, it was Edward.' "Ok, that's even worse, I stayed the night at some man that has knifes for hands' house that could kill me or rape me quite easily. What was I thinking?" 'Not knifes, Scissors! And yea he could, but did he? No! He needs a friend and so do I and he seems like a pretty nice guy. So stop freaking out about having a sleepover with him.' "If mom was in her right mind she would have killed me."

She slowly opened the door to her blue pastel house and cautiously peered inside. "Mom?"

"MOM?" she repeated a little louder. The house was an absolute mess; a lot worse than usual.

Her mom was a creature of habit and never left the house after a party. It was the only way in her mother's messed up mind to show her daughter she cared.

But now she was gone.

Kalypso searched frantically through the filth trying to find her mother but she was nowhere to be found. She stopped every so often, to listen for any signs of life.

After an hour of searching she gave up and sat in the floor and sobbed. "How can she do this to me? Doesn't she even care anymore? I shouldn't have left last night…I should have stayed and made sure she was alright." 'But then I wouldn't have met Edward.' "How am I going to afford this house? Where could she be? Should I call the police? What If I call them and she comes back and I get arrested for a false report?"

She wiped her eyes and stood up. "I'm done dealing with this crap. Mom's a big girl; she can take care of herself. I'm done being her caretaker. I'm done being her mom. I can stop worrying about her, I'm done worrying about whether or not the next strange man's gonna kill her, done worrying about if she gets alcohol poisoning, done worrying about if she's gonna to burn the house down with one of her wild parties, done worrying about her getting an STD, or over dosing on drugs. I'm DONE!" She stated as firmly as her soft lisping voice could sound. With all her might she tried to believe that what she just said. "I'll get a job and if she does not come back in a few days I file a missing persons report."

'What if she's not missing? What if she just left on her own free will?' "Good riddance." 'What the hell is wrong with me? How can I say that? She is my mother and I love her. She's not safe out in the world, especially with her bad habits. She needs to come home.'"No more wild parties, no more drunken men, no more strangers coming in and out of the house. Only peace and quiet, just like I wanted."'Oh God, I gotta get out of here. I'm actually having an argument with myself. The fumes in this house must be getting to my head.' She gingerly rubbed her temples.

She dug a path through the garbage to her bedroom. Kalypso grabbed her favorite charcoal gray, sweater jacket that came down to her knees, a pair of hand-me down bell-bottom jeans, and a large white t-shirt. The girl always wore really loose clothing to cover up her bony limbs.

As she began to shed last night's clothing she stared at herself in the mirror. The person staring back at her was a stranger; a mangled, battered, frail ghost of her former self.

When she was 13, before her mom became self destructive, Kalypso had been of normal weight and of normal complexion. Perhaps even a little plump. Because of her mom's actions she was always in a constant state of worry, fear, pain, stress, and depression. These intense emotions caused her body to never respond well to food; it always spit it back out. Over the years she became a pitiful looking girl consisting of nothing but skin and bones.

It frightened her to see herself so pale and thin. With her long wavy blue hair, she reminded herself of the corpse bride. She touched the mirror girl's cheek, and then touched her own, not quite believing they were the same person.

She stopped gawking at herself, stepped into the shower, and tried to wash away the day with steaming water and bubbles.

After she finished dressing she reached under the sink and grabbed the first aid kit. 'For Edward, maybe he'll let me clean his cuts, so they don't get infected.' She carefully made her way through the house and ran out the front door.

The pastel suburbs were a blur behind her as she sprinted towards Edward's gothic mansion.

A/N: Thoughts? Comments? Concerns? Ideas on how I can improve? Suggestions? Complaints? Please review! And Happy Halloween :)

Song lyrics: 'Wake Up and Live' by Bob Marley

I know I have a weird taste in music but I think the lyrics are somewhat fitting...Idk...I'll stop if people find it annoying.