(Disclaimer- I do not own Edward Scissorhands. I do not own any aspect of this story except Amy. If I did own it all, you could bet I wouldn't be sitting here writing a fanfic about it!)
Chapter 9
Edward decided to wander around the mansion; something he hadn't done in a very long time. He delicately flicked some dust bunnies off his father's inventions. He sighed, depressed. The once magnificent machines, were now just crumbling rust and jagged ends, covered thickly with dust.
Edward finally confronted a thought, which had been worrying at him. The mansion bothered him. It wasn't exactly the mansion itself. It was the emptiness. Amy's visits slightly alleviated that feeling, but it returned, worse than ever, once she left. It was a crushing, paralyzing, awful feeling. Loneliness. Was there anything worse in the world?
And then there were the memories . . .
"I know it's a little early for Christmas, Edward, but I have a present for you," a kindly looking old man said.
The Inventor opens a present, and picks two hands out of it. He shows them to Edward, who kisses one of the fingers softly. Edward smiles at the Inventor, and continues looking at the hands, when the Inventor's face suddenly goes stern, and he falls on the floor. In the process, the hands accidentally get cut apart by Edward's hands. Edward looks at the broken hands, and then at the Inventor, who is lying still with eyes closed, dead. Edward touches his cheek with his scissorhands, and a cut appears on his face. Edward looks at the blood on his blades.
Edward shuddered, and brought his scissor up to his cheek, mimicking the gesture he had used after the Inventor died. He heedlessly let his face be cut. He missed his father. Missed him so much. Everything would be right in the world, if only he hadn't died. He would have hands, he would know more about the world, he would fit in and be loved, and he would still have his father.
He gently touched the ancient cookie machine with his scissors. A rusty piece broke off and clattered onto the floor. Edward stared at it, his eyes nearly glowing with shame and self-remorse. He crouched down awkwardly, but he could not pick the piece up.
He whirled around stiffly, and walked outside. Here, at least, he made things of loveliness; his touch wasn't deadly, but beautiful. He absently snipped an overgrown branch. He stared around, eyes wide and melancholy, lips pursed. He remembered the day with Amy, where they had sat out here for hours, watching at a sunny sky. Today, however, was not so friendly looking. Storm clouds hung overhead. He would have to go back inside if he didn't want to rust up.
A desperate clanging startled him. Someone apparently had slammed the gate open and shut as hard as they could. He noticed it was beginning to drizzle.
Amy ran in, hair wild, eyes staring and crazy looking. She rushed over and grabbed his arms. Terrified, he tried to wrestle free, but accidentally sliced her arm right up to the shoulder. He stared numbly, expecting a barrage of scolding and anger, but Amy didn't seem to have noticed that her shirt was soaking in blood at all. She was yelling the same thing at him over and over, but shock kept him from hearing her the first several times.
"Kim's here!" she screamed again. "Kim's here!"
Edward stumbled forward, his legs failing him.
Ignoring this, Amy bawled out, "She won't come up unless you say you want her to, though! Well? Do you want her to come up? Answer me man!"
Desperately she hoped he would say no, that his face and voice would turn hard and angry. But it was a vain hope and she knew it. The drizzle intensified, turning into a bona fide rain. In seconds, they were both soaked.
"Well?" she screamed out. When Edward made no move to answer, she uttered a short scream of frustration. He was not making the break easy. He wasn't going to do it for her. She was going to have to sacrifice her own heart. She would have to do it herself.
She shoved Edward inside, and then ran down the hill to get Kim.
Kim rolled down her window. When she had met Edward, she had been seventeen, and beautiful. Ten years later, she was twenty-seven, and gorgeous.
"Well?" she asked anxiously.
Amy wiped her forehead, smearing blood on it, which was quickly washed away. "He's so excited he can barely contain himself," she lied. Edward hadn't been excited. He had been in shock.
Amy practically pulled Kim out of the car. Her heart was numb; it refused to believe the eyes' testimony. She worked with a feverish intensity towards the rending of her own heart.
Kim, eyes wide, gold hair plastered to her face, ran up the hill like she was a marathon runner, Amy puffing behind her. It was all becoming real now. She was losing him.
Forget that. You couldn't lose what you never had.
"If you love him let him go free. If he doesn't come back, you never had him. If he comes back, love him forever," Amy chanted to herself. Well, she was letting Edward go free. And she would never let him know how much it cost her. But she had a feeling that he was never coming back. Kim had let him go free. And now, she was coming back. They would be reunited, and it would be the perfect fairytale ending, with the prince and princess living happily ever after, while the wicked stepsister, or the ugly stepsister, or whatever the hell she would be considered, crawled back into the woodwork.
Life sucked.
Kim had launched herself through the door by now. Amy followed, more hesitantly. For the first time, she felt like a stranger. She felt unwelcome.
Edward was standing staring. He whispered, oh so quietly, "Kim?"
The hope, the fear, the love contained in that one name spoke worlds. Never had Amy felt so cheap, for thinking that she could possibly be worthy of him. She was a freak. The Spaz.
"Why didn't you come back?"
Kim's eyes dropped in shame. "It – it wasn't safe," she murmured. "Oh!" she suddenly cried out. "I'm here now! And – and I'm going to find a way to stay."
She went up to him, and buried her face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, contentment and pain simultaneously showing on his face.
Amy felt something die within her.
She turned and ran, as far, as fast, as hard as she could.
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