AN: Hey, CrazyNerdyFangirl here. Um…CJ Izzy103 hasn't replied to my PMs in a while (April, actually), and I felt that this story has been neglected too long, so I decided to update this. Hopefully, she understands. CJ Izzy, if you're reading this, PM ME! Yeah…so this chapter is kind of random. Very random, actually. I don't know who gave me the idea for this, but whoever did is a genius.
Edward was never loved by his parents (not that he knew that; he thought he was loved by everyone around him), but he was even less loved when he was five and got a little sister. Up until this time, his parents had tolerated his presence, but when his sister Amanda Masen was born, Edward's wants and wishes (and even Edward himself) were immediately forgotten.
You see, Amanda was the perfect baby. She had the perfect little baby smile that made you want to give her a lollipop (did lollipops exist in 1906?). She had light blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She didn't cry too much and blushed adorably often. She had a poor immune system, but that was really her only fault. Elizabeth and Edward Sr., Edward's parents, absolutely loved this baby. They always told Edward to be more like his sister. When Edward pointed out that Amanda was a baby and that surely his parents wouldn't want him to act like a baby, they would roll their eyes and tell him to go away. And then Edward would go into his emo corner and pout.
But when she was one year old, Amanda died of a mysterious cause.
Doctors said that one day, her poor immune system could no longer fight off sicknesses and she had died of that. That was the official cause of her death. Many of her relatives attended her funeral and talked about what a good little baby she had been. People could say more good things about Amanda than Edward even though she hadn't been able to do much more than eat, sleep, and cry. And frankly, that was just pathetic.
But was the official cause of her death the real reason she died?
Well, you can decide for yourself.
Finding out what happened that day was not easy. But through extensive research, I have figured out what really happened that day. What do I mean by "extensive research", you may ask? Did you really think I would tell you? Of course not.
It was the morning of May 6, 1906 and Edward's father had already left for work. Nobody knew what Edward Sr. did for a living. There were rumors that he robbed innocent people for money, but that had never been proven. Some people thought that Edward would follow in his father's footsteps. But no, he became something much, much worse.
He turned sparkly.
But let's get back to the story at hand, shall we?
Edward, his mother, and Amanda were left in the house. Elizabeth loved taking care of Amanda (because she was such a Mary-Sue-ish baby), but her bright mood was less bright because Edward was also there. She wanted to leave the house, but she didn't have a good excuse to. So Elizabeth sat in the house, bored out of her mind, with Edward bugging her relentlessly. It was enough to drive anyone crazy.
"Mother, can I have this plate of cookies?" Edward asked, trying to act innocent, but only managing to look like a total moron.
"No."
"Can I go outside to play with my friends?"
"You have no friends."
"Can I write emo poetry?"
"No, I doubt you can write at all."
And so this went on and on for hours on end until Elizabeth simply couldn't take it anymore. "I'm leaving for a few hours, Edward!" she exclaimed. She got her coat from its rack near the door and walked outside. Edward looked shocked.
"No! What about Amanda?" Edward asked his mother in a panicked voice.
Elizabeth was conflicted for a moment—after all, she didn't want to leave her precious daughter with her creepy older brother. But in the end, she decided that she had been such a good mother than she deserved a break from good parenting. "She's asleep right now, Edward. She won't be a problem."
"But—"
"Just babysit her for me," Elizabeth commanded. Then, she proceeded to walk out the door and slam it behind her.
Of course, Amanda chose this exact moment to wake up and start crying and screaming.
As soon as the responsibility of taking care of Amanda fell to Edward, she started crying. It was just his luck. Oh, the fucking irony.
A good mother wouldn't leave her five-year-old son alone in the house with his one-year-old sister with instructions to babysit her. But as you may have deduced by now, Elizabeth was—contrary to her belief—not a good mother.
Edward groaned. How was he supposed to silence her? He certainly wasn't going to put up with her incessant crying. He walked into her room, trying to decide how to get her to stop crying. Amanda's face was red and wet with tears. Edward decided to wrap a diaper around her mouth to silence her cries. Edward—being slightly stupid—accidentally grabbed a used diaper instead of a clean one. He tied it over Amanda's mouth. Needless to say, she just ripped the diaper off and cried even harder.
Edward considered killing her—surely that would silence her, unless she could cry when she was dead. Killing her would solve so may of his problems. But no, his parents would surely kill him if she killed her. They adored Amanda for some inexplicable reason.
Edward spent the next few minutes trying to silence Amanda. Some of the ways he tried were certainly creative. One involved a sledgehammer, a piece of string, and a plethora of chocolate-chip cookies. But no matter what he tried, she just kept crying harder. Edward was frustrated and had run out of ideas. He was just about to decide to let Amanda keep crying and let his mother deal with her when she got home when he got a brilliant idea.
He could sit on her.
Edward, being a dimwitted idiot, thought this was a perfectly acceptable plan. She would stop crying because her mouth would be covered. Though what would be covering her mouth would certainly be undesirable. And as a bonus, Edward had somewhere to sit. He didn't know how comfortable sitting on his little sister would be, but it was better than nothing.
So he got on the bed where his sister was still crying and sat on her face. He shifted a little to get more comfortable. His sister's crying was muffled by his bottom. Edward thought the idea was pure genius. After a while, Amanda stopped crying at all. After a few more hours, she stopped moving. It took Edward another hour to realize something was wrong.
He got up and looked at his sister. He touched her face. Her skin was unnaturally cold. Edward had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He took her wrist and checked her pulse. Nothing. It was then that Edward probably muttered a few choice curse words that he had heard his father say. Had having Edward's rear end on her face prevent her from breathing, therefore killing Amanda? Or did the terrible fumes from Edward's posterior end suffocate the poor girl? We may never know. The fact that he had just killed his sister hadn't hit Edward yet.
Edward heard the front door open and close. His mother was home. His first instinct was to hide his sister. So he took his sister in his arms and hid her under the bed. About a second after Edward finished hiding his sister's body, the bedroom door opened and Elizabeth strode in.
"Where's your sister?" she demanded.
This is where details may be inaccurate. Neighbors were reported to have heard Elizabeth yelling at her son in an enraged voice. They heard Edward yelling "It was an accident!" and "You told me to babysit her!"
Edward's parents made a big deal out of Amanda's funeral. Amanda was more important to them than Edward could ever be. The day he sat on his sister and killed her was also the day he realized his parents didn't love him. He realized that nobody loved him. He even wrote his first emo poem at the age of five:
I am out of luck
My life sucks
The skies are always black
(Edward couldn't think of a rhyme for "black", so the poem stopped there)
That day was the day Edward realized that life was unfair.
Ain't life a bitch?
AN: Ideas are welcome.
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