A/N: I decided to change this format a little bit. Istead of making it just a story, it's like a look into Kim's brain. She's writing all of this in a journal or Diary... it's more personal that way.
Disclaimer: I don't own Edward Scissorhands.
After Dinner Kim returned to her room. She sat on her floor next to her bed, which had a regular mattress until her father filled her new one with water. She took the new notebook out from under her bed and opened to a fresh page. And she just let her hand write freely.
"When I close my eyes I can still see him. Kind, gentle Edward. He was like a little lost puppy. I never knew my mom to bring home strays, sure she was kind and tried to help everyone in need, but she'd usually bring strays to the pound... God! What am I saying? That Edward was some sort of stray mutt?! He was... well Edward. I can't really describe it. I mean he wasn't a robot, but he wasn't completely human. Was he Frankenstein's monster? A girl can get a headache with all these speculations...
I only know one thing for absolute truth, Edward was the sweetest man I ever knew. And ever will know.
The Scissorhand. It lays on the bottom of my box. A reminder.
I remember that first night, after I met him. After he collapsed at my feet and put holes in my brand new waterbed. I laid there on Kevin's bottom bunk trying to figure out who that was. Who was that strange man with scissors on the ends of his arms? Was he even a man?
I asked Kevin that morning. "What is he? Exactly, I mean... is he... you know... dangerous?"
Kevin laughed at my question. "Kim, you worry too much. I don't think Edward has the heart to hurt a fly! But if he ever wanted to hurt someone... those hands, man they could do some serious damage!"
I shook my head. I had meant two kinds of pain. I felt something, I felt this butterflies in the pit of my stomach feeling. That 7th grade sweaty palm feeling. Something that I hadn't felt in a long time.
Jim. What about him? Yeah, I guess I still loved him, I mean I don't think that you can just fall OUT of love, can you? But he didn't make me feel special anymore. I was beginning to feel like I was an obligation, and a trophy to him. I don't think he really cared much.
Edward became somewhat of a celebrity in Suburbia. Everyone wanted him to trip their bushes. I have to admit, they freaked me out. I mean giant dinosaurs and cats and those swans... our quiet little neighborhood was beginning to look like something out of the Twilight Zone. Complete with a freak. Oh god, I didn't mean that! I mean, yeah Edward is different, but he's not really a freak, you know? I mean he was just Edward. Special I guess.
Those hands. They did scare me! I mean, how couldn't they?! They were deadly. I thought that his "infirmity" was some sort of sign. "you can't like him Kim, he'd never be able to hold your hand!" and I loved holding hands. There was this feeling of importance I got when I was walking down the hallways at school, my hand entwined with a cute boy's. Jim hadn't held my hand in a while. He liked just putting his arm around my neck... I guess he thought he could "accidentally" you know... well you know... the car would hit a "bump" and he'd just grab me! I hated that! Edward would never do that! I kept telling myself. But listen to me, I mean all I'm doing is just obsessing. Obsessing over what never can be.
I was always too scared to ask Edward if he would cut my hair. My beautiful blonde hair. It had been long for so long, I didn't think I could get used to it being short!
It wouldn't have been because everyone else was doing it! God, no. it would have been more because, I'd be so close to him. Those cool blades on my neck. Sigh. Don't tell anyone this, but I used to watch him. When he was cutting hair. He'd have this look of satisfaction on his face. And the corners of his mouth would go into an almost smile.
Oh my God! His eyes. Have you ever looked into eyes that never ended? That's where the puppy comes from. He had these eyes that were so sad. Those eyes that said "Love me and I'll never leave you" and with Edward you could believe it.
Seriously, if anyone ever knew that I'd ever had these feelings... I'd be institutionalized."
Kim could feel her eyes begin to water. She closed her notebook and hid it back under the bed. She slowly stood up and went to her mirror. She looked at herself and began to cry. Simply with the memory that "Edward was here".
A/N: well, I hope y'all liked it! Please, any and all ideas are welcome! If you don't like it, tell my why! I would love some help... so just press review at the bottom here... and drop me a note! (does that sound to eager?!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Edward Scissorhands.
After Dinner Kim returned to her room. She sat on her floor next to her bed, which had a regular mattress until her father filled her new one with water. She took the new notebook out from under her bed and opened to a fresh page. And she just let her hand write freely.
"When I close my eyes I can still see him. Kind, gentle Edward. He was like a little lost puppy. I never knew my mom to bring home strays, sure she was kind and tried to help everyone in need, but she'd usually bring strays to the pound... God! What am I saying? That Edward was some sort of stray mutt?! He was... well Edward. I can't really describe it. I mean he wasn't a robot, but he wasn't completely human. Was he Frankenstein's monster? A girl can get a headache with all these speculations...
I only know one thing for absolute truth, Edward was the sweetest man I ever knew. And ever will know.
The Scissorhand. It lays on the bottom of my box. A reminder.
I remember that first night, after I met him. After he collapsed at my feet and put holes in my brand new waterbed. I laid there on Kevin's bottom bunk trying to figure out who that was. Who was that strange man with scissors on the ends of his arms? Was he even a man?
I asked Kevin that morning. "What is he? Exactly, I mean... is he... you know... dangerous?"
Kevin laughed at my question. "Kim, you worry too much. I don't think Edward has the heart to hurt a fly! But if he ever wanted to hurt someone... those hands, man they could do some serious damage!"
I shook my head. I had meant two kinds of pain. I felt something, I felt this butterflies in the pit of my stomach feeling. That 7th grade sweaty palm feeling. Something that I hadn't felt in a long time.
Jim. What about him? Yeah, I guess I still loved him, I mean I don't think that you can just fall OUT of love, can you? But he didn't make me feel special anymore. I was beginning to feel like I was an obligation, and a trophy to him. I don't think he really cared much.
Edward became somewhat of a celebrity in Suburbia. Everyone wanted him to trip their bushes. I have to admit, they freaked me out. I mean giant dinosaurs and cats and those swans... our quiet little neighborhood was beginning to look like something out of the Twilight Zone. Complete with a freak. Oh god, I didn't mean that! I mean, yeah Edward is different, but he's not really a freak, you know? I mean he was just Edward. Special I guess.
Those hands. They did scare me! I mean, how couldn't they?! They were deadly. I thought that his "infirmity" was some sort of sign. "you can't like him Kim, he'd never be able to hold your hand!" and I loved holding hands. There was this feeling of importance I got when I was walking down the hallways at school, my hand entwined with a cute boy's. Jim hadn't held my hand in a while. He liked just putting his arm around my neck... I guess he thought he could "accidentally" you know... well you know... the car would hit a "bump" and he'd just grab me! I hated that! Edward would never do that! I kept telling myself. But listen to me, I mean all I'm doing is just obsessing. Obsessing over what never can be.
I was always too scared to ask Edward if he would cut my hair. My beautiful blonde hair. It had been long for so long, I didn't think I could get used to it being short!
It wouldn't have been because everyone else was doing it! God, no. it would have been more because, I'd be so close to him. Those cool blades on my neck. Sigh. Don't tell anyone this, but I used to watch him. When he was cutting hair. He'd have this look of satisfaction on his face. And the corners of his mouth would go into an almost smile.
Oh my God! His eyes. Have you ever looked into eyes that never ended? That's where the puppy comes from. He had these eyes that were so sad. Those eyes that said "Love me and I'll never leave you" and with Edward you could believe it.
Seriously, if anyone ever knew that I'd ever had these feelings... I'd be institutionalized."
Kim could feel her eyes begin to water. She closed her notebook and hid it back under the bed. She slowly stood up and went to her mirror. She looked at herself and began to cry. Simply with the memory that "Edward was here".
A/N: well, I hope y'all liked it! Please, any and all ideas are welcome! If you don't like it, tell my why! I would love some help... so just press review at the bottom here... and drop me a note! (does that sound to eager?!)