A/N: this is my first Edward Scissorhand's fanfic. My plan is to make the
rest of it a flashback... please give me any ideas you may have!
I'm sorry for this chapter being so short!
Disclaimer: I do not own Edward Scissorhands, I don't own any of the Bogg's family...
Memories
How can I be normal, Kim Boggs thought, lifting her tear stained head off of her pillow, When it's impossible for HIM to be?! It hadn't even been 24 full hours since Edward "died". At the time, Kim thought that telling everyone he was dead was the only way to keep him safe, but now she was realizing how much pain it was causing her.
She walked over to her closet, first checking that no one was watching. Carefully she took out a plastic bin, one that her mother uses to put the Christmas decorations in. It was hers now. She smiled at it's contents; some torn curtains, a blood soaked dress, a videotape and under it all, the rusted scissorhand. She couldn't bear to leave the hand behind. The one thing she would always have of her precious Edward.
"Kim!" her mother called from the kitchen. "Come help me with dinner!" solemnly Kim walked. Running her hands along the wall, where Edward had once run his. My mother is handling all this fairly well. Kim thought. She looked at her mother, seeing that she was wrong. Mrs. Boggs wasn't cheery; she had on her "Avon Calling" smile. The fakest smile anyone had ever seen. Kim could tell that her mother had been crying as well. She missed Edward too. But now, all he could ever be was a faint memory. The greatest memory Kim could ever have imagined.
Disclaimer: I do not own Edward Scissorhands, I don't own any of the Bogg's family...
Memories
How can I be normal, Kim Boggs thought, lifting her tear stained head off of her pillow, When it's impossible for HIM to be?! It hadn't even been 24 full hours since Edward "died". At the time, Kim thought that telling everyone he was dead was the only way to keep him safe, but now she was realizing how much pain it was causing her.
She walked over to her closet, first checking that no one was watching. Carefully she took out a plastic bin, one that her mother uses to put the Christmas decorations in. It was hers now. She smiled at it's contents; some torn curtains, a blood soaked dress, a videotape and under it all, the rusted scissorhand. She couldn't bear to leave the hand behind. The one thing she would always have of her precious Edward.
"Kim!" her mother called from the kitchen. "Come help me with dinner!" solemnly Kim walked. Running her hands along the wall, where Edward had once run his. My mother is handling all this fairly well. Kim thought. She looked at her mother, seeing that she was wrong. Mrs. Boggs wasn't cheery; she had on her "Avon Calling" smile. The fakest smile anyone had ever seen. Kim could tell that her mother had been crying as well. She missed Edward too. But now, all he could ever be was a faint memory. The greatest memory Kim could ever have imagined.