A/N: alright, the next chapter. I just watched ESH this morning. So it's pretty fresh in my mind...I hope. Happy Reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Edward Scissorhands, you know that!

"God, I look so old!" Kim said looking into the mirror. She had just returned from Jim's memorial service. Everyone pretending like they knew all along that Edward was some sort of monster. Everyone saying "Poor Jim" and giving her fake sympathy. Because her boyfriend died!

I can't take this anymore! Kim thought, settling in her spot. She opened up her notebook and began to write... the words spilling from her.

"so today was Jim's service. I always knew he was a bad egg. I mean, it wasn't just Edward that he treated badly. It was me. It was everyone! He wasn't some victim like everyone wanted to pretend he was. I mean, I could have just said that he jumped out the window. Because he realized that he was a bad man. But that's really cruel isn't it? Terribly cruel. I mean, he's dead! He's gone.

They had a small picture of Edward. On the table. I think my mom put it there. I feel so bad! I mean, mom is really heartbroken. All she wanted to do was help! And what did she do? Well she killed Jim, well Edward killed him, but you know what I mean. And that should help society... that monster can't procreate! Woohoo!

Maybe it's all the black I'm wearing... that's why I'm so bitter.

I looked up at his castle today. I think I saw him smiling down on me. I wonder if he can cry. I don't think I ever saw Edward cry once. If I were in his situation, I would probably cry all the time... well not all the time, but some pretty sad things did happen to him.

I caught him staring out the window at my Dad and Kevin once mumbling, "he didn't wake up" over and over again. I wish that he would have told me... about his father. The "inventor". But once we got close enough to share these things... he went away.

My mother replaced the wallpaper in the bathroom. I saw her tuck away the old stuff. She doesn't know that I know. she has an "Edward box" too. Wallpaper scraps, a few snapshots. The suspenders he wore. Where she got them, I don't know.

She was parked at the end of the Cul-de-sac. I think she wanted to go up there. Give him a proper good-bye. I'm glad that she didn't. maybe someday I'll tell her the truth. That he's really still alive. That if she wanted to, she could go see him. Maybe I shouldn't. maybe it's better the way it is.

My pillowcases smell like him. That smell of worn leather and metal. There was also a sweet smell to him. Like fresh cookies. I heard my mom say that she saw some sort of factory in the house. that she remembered from when she was a little girl, that the inventor made cookies. Sugar cookies, she told me.

But that was years ago. Decades ago. Why would he still smell like cookies? I used to think it was my imagination. That I just thought that I smelled cookies. But when he was holding me. When my head was resting on his shoulder and I could hear his heart beating... I breathed in the distinct smell of fresh cookies.

He is one of a kind, I guess.

The curtains. Still torn up. It amazes me how someone so kind and gentle, can be so destructive. Was it on purpose?

I'd made him mad, I guess. I wish that I would have just gotten over than initial fear! That stupid Suburbia mentality that everyone has to be like me or they don't matter! I wish I would have followed my gut.

I wish, I wish, I wish. "I wish" won't change what happened. "I wish" won't make Edward appear next to me. Won't make him hold me. Tell me all of his hopes and dreams. "I wish" won't make Edward normal.

But why would I want Edward to be normal? Isn't normal what makes our lives suck? Isn't normal why he was chased off our street like Frankenstein's monster! God! All they needed was torches! Then the picture would have been complete!!!!!!!

Too much bitterness.

But I really can't help it. I mean, this is probably the greatest love I will ever know. and I threw it all away for what? Normalcy!!!! No! I will not be normal! I guess all that I can do now is wait. Share his story. And wait for everyone here to die. So that I can be happy. So that I can go up that mountain and be with the man I love.

I can't do that. I'm going to get old. He's going to stay the same. I have pictures, mementoes. He has images, memories... don't I want to stay 17 forever? In his mind at least.

It's snowing outside... snowing..."

The tears were too much. Kim closed her notebook and went over to the window. She smiled, wiped away the tears and went outside. "Mom!" she called out. "I'm going to go dance in the snow!"

"be back by 10" her mother called, absentmindedly. She didn't hear a word Kim said. Her sadness had taken over every inch or her being. And she was too busy mending Edward's clothes. Hoping that maybe he would come back and wear them.