A/N: to my reviewers- thank you!

And I don't know if anyone else has this image... but when I'm writing this I see Kim scribbling like Veronica in Heathers with the monocle and everything... and I know that they're both Winona... but it's a little freaky still... I dunno

Disclaimer: nothing has changed! I don't own Edward Scissorhands... no one does really...

Kim sat on her bed. She wasn't crying anymore, she didn't have the tears left. But she couldn't help but wonder if it would be ok. To tell her mother... the truth. That if she wanted to, she could go up to that castle and see him. Even though Kim doubted that she would.

When her mother said goodnight she said "I miss him" and the next morning Kim woke up to find a framed picture of Edward resting on her pillow. Gee, Kim thought now, I could really start a shrine. Noone else knew about her box. Or her diary. Or did they? She carefully removed the notebook from it's hiding place and began to write.

"so mom misses him too. I knew that. But does she know how much I miss him? She can't really. She has her true love: Dad.... Right? I mean, c'mon...

I had this dream last night. I was with Edward... but it was like... he wasn't there. And then he went into this room and came out... different. He had hands. And his hair was combed, his skin wasn't as pale and he was wearing jeans and a tshirt. God, what does this mean? Does this mean that I want him to be like all the boys at school? Or does this mean that inside...he is?

I asked him to hold me and he said that he couldn't. he was afraid. Afraid because the only person he's ever loved "didn't wake up". In his mind, I think he thinks that all he can do is hurt.

No one else knows this. I used to go downstairs at night. Watch him sleep. Sometimes he'd still be awake and we'd talk. Well, mainly I would talk. And Edward would listen. I'd tell him that I didn't think I was pretty and he'd say in his quiet voice... "I think you are".

When I close my eyes... I can still hear him. I can feel him...

Mom refuses to change the sheets on the extra bed. She even still has it all pulled out. Dad tried to push it back in, but Mom... in the firmest voice I have ever heard said, "Bill, don't you dare touch that bed."

She really does think that he's going to come back. That somehow, someway... he'll come back down the mountain into Suburbia.

None of the ladies on the block call my mom anymore. Not that I would want them to, but some of them were nice. The whole family has sorta been ostracized... I don't care much. Another couple of months and I'm out.

I saw a car go up there today. To his mansion. I don't know why. I think it was some kids from the rival high school. They keep spreading all of these rumours about it being haunted. I know Edward. He's hiding. But is he? He's so trusting now. I'm afraid that some kid is going to ask him to do something.... Something terrible, and he'll do it because they "asked him to"

Those words still ring in my head "because you asked me to" he could've gotten killed! If I can... but I mean, he did it all for me! I hate Jim.

Man... somehow all I can think about is how I'll be spending my Saturday nights. How terrible is that? I'm still the same old selfish Kim. And I hate it.

My mom put his picture on my pillow. He looks so handsome. I miss his smile.

I miss him at dinner. He was so helpless, but wouldn't ask anyone for help... at all.

I remember one night. It was just me, him and Kevin, my parents went to a PTA meeting or something... and we ordered Pizza. I don't think I even finished one piece. I just sat and watched him eat his pizza. Balancing each slice on his blades... on his "thumb" ... it went right through the pizza. And Kevin started to laugh. He started to be like Jim... but I smiled and tried to help him. He was so embarrassed. I think I actually saw him blush. (unless that was mother's newest cure for his scars...)

Wow, I think I've written too much. But this helps. And believe it or not... it makes me feel like he's here when I laugh about all the good times we had."

That last line stung Kim. "had" she hated the past tense... and couldn't believe she was using it... but what else could she do?

She stood up wiped her eyes (in case any tears had fallen) and went into the den to see what her family was up to.