Hi everyone! Okay my first chapter is a little weak but it will get better i promise! Also when reviewing, constructive critisism is great but flaming isn't. So yeah....here is the first chapter, I hope you enjoy and please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Edward Scissorhands. hehe That sounds funny....

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THE PERFECT PASSION

The perfectly manicured lawns were blanketed with sheets of glistening white snow. Carmon found it hard to believe that it never snowed until he came along. Edward Scissorhands is what they called him. She had never heard such an absurd tale in her life. Atop of that lonely hill sat a dark, dusty manor where, it had been said, a man with scissors for hands once lived. Of course, there was no proof because everybody said he was dead and all they had were their bogus stories. Nobody had enough guts pumping in their pathetic bodies to go see if it were true.

Carmon sat on the neatly spread cotton sheets of her bed and stared at the magnificent mansion. She longed to go explore the mysteries of the house. She looked away long enough to see her mother standing in the doorway. "Don't get any ideas! You're already in a great deal of trouble. What were you thinking?! Dying your hair blue and staying out until 3 a.m.? Your father and I didn't raise you this way."

Carmon's mother seemed to whine forever. Carmon grinned at the thought of her parents' faces last night when they saw her. It was as if somebody had thrown a dead carcass right at them. "Stop smiling!" her mother snapped. "Get ready for dinner." she demanded. "Oh yes mother dearest." Carmon spat sarcastically.
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Another fight with her parents got Carmon sent to her room without food once again. It didn't matter though. Nothing really did. The people she hung out with weren't exactly friends. They were just inhabitants that gave her the drugs and booze that kept her going. She couldn't find happiness in her own home so she had to buy it. But Carmon had something in mind. She would get away from all of this. She would stage the perfect suicide. Full of drama and sorrow. She would sneak to the house on the top of the hill and commit the most frightful form of suicide anybody has ever dreamed of. She wasn't afraid of dying, it was just a matter of where she'd go afterwards.

The alarm clock on her nightstand blinked 2:30, meaning that it was time to bring the plan into effect. Carmon quickly got up and scurried to the window. She carefully raised the window and quietly stepped out. Crossing across the lawn she started to feel chills creep up her spine. But she knew she couldn't back out now. Skipping down the road she carefully thought over her plan again. Everybody would know where to find her. They knew how much she fantasized about the house. It would be perfect. When they walked into they damp, musty house the first thing they'd see is her mangled corpse.

Carmon was shivering by now. She didn't know whether it was the icy weather or the fact that she really was scared deep down, but no matter what it was the arctic chill seemed to freeze the very blood running through her veins. She swung open the heavy door and slipped in quietly. It was everything she had thought it would be. Cobwebs covered the walls where paint had once been. The tools around her looked as if they were torture devices that had been used for evil deeds of a mad scientist. Every time she breathed, dust would sweep her nostrils. She felt as if she were suffocating. The smell was also intoxicating. It smelled like there were hidden bodies decaying.

She reached the creaky staircase and began to climb. By the time she reached the top, she was panting heavily. There were so many stairs. She felt sorry for the person who once lived here. Glancing to the left, she saw a table littered with knives and other sharp objects enclosed in dust and dirt. Tiptoeing over to the table she picked up a knife. She just stared at it. 'It's now or never' she thought. Aloud, she said a prayer. Just when she placed the dirty weapon to her flesh, she heard a shuffling noise to her left. She glanced over and saw something gleaming coming towards her. She kept staring until out of the shadows she saw a man creeping towards her. But Carmon's eyes were focused on his hands. Her eyes widened. Instead of flesh and bone, she saw sharp metal. They weren't hands....they were scissors.

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Okay that was the first chapter. I hope you all liked it. If you didn't my heart will forever be broken.