Chapter 2
I held my heels in my hands, and I didn't see where I was going. My hair got into my face, curse my frizzy hair. I stopped running vaguely as I had just realized I didn't know where my Grandmother's picture was. Surely, I thought it was back at the house, but I remember bringing it to the gate. Troubled, I walked back carefully. I put my heels on and walked slowly, as I fixed my hair.
My steps echoed throughout the once busy, gossipy neighborhood. Now, I was able to see the broken window that had been broken due to Edward's battle with Kevin. I wonder how that actually went down. I know Grandma had shared her first kiss with Edward there, but I wish I had some man fighting for my love.
I got to the black, chained up gate to block the "monster" that had supposedly threatened the whole neighborhood, but he was kind, gentle, and handsome, at least from the story I had been told over a thousand times. I looked down, and saw her picture I held in her old room. Grandma stared into me without a smile on her face, it was her seventeenth birthday, but she looked so lost. She was young then, but there was something different. Something, very different. It seemed as if it were ripped by a blade. I looked up.
I saw someone's foot, but I stayed silent. The foot was black, big, and frightening. Well, the boot I should say, trudged up the hill. To get a better look, I leaned in a little to see him. I saw part of his leg, but nothing more. My heart pounded so loud I bet he could've heard it. Why didn't I call him name? I could've either told him that the love of his life married someone else and that I was her grandchild so I could break his artificial heart, or I could've acted as Grandma, and told him that I loved him, but that I had to leave forever.
Then, I had an epiphany: I can finish him. I can give him hands so he could finally begin to age and feel. After all, I was quite the science nerd. I also knew a couple people, but if I could get my hands on the Inventor's plans on Edward, I could easily do it. How would I go in unnoticed at first and without him thinking that I was Grandma? I contemplated as I picked Grandma's photo up and walked back to the house.