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Rating: PG -13 (may turn to R later)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from "Edward Scissorhands" nor am I using them for material gain. I do own the characters Nora and Bryan.
9
Nora walked slowly down the stairs, opened the heavy door and let herself out. As she followed the path to her car she noticed a bit more about the yard as it was illuminated in the moonlight. Large dark green topiaries were scattered about, they looked black and ominous in the night and she was frightened for a moment. Hurriedly she reached the car. A wave of relief came over her when her hand finally reached the handle of the car door. She opened it quickly and got inside. Turning the car around she glanced at the mansion through her rearview mirror. No one would ever guess someone lived there - the windows were so black and there was no sign of life other than the impeccable yard.
She drove home remembering Edward's voice and his eyes. She still couldn't fathom him. How had he lived there, so alone, for so long? How did he stand it? / Well he has no choice, does he? /, she answered herself. Yes, the mansion was the sort of place she'd wanted to find for when she needed to be by herself. But to live there all the time - that was another story she realized.
In her bed that night she lay awake thinking of Edward and his circumstances. Her heart began to ache for him and she thought she would cry as she felt her eyes begin to fill with tears. Blinking them back she determined to do something to help him somehow. Just what she didn't know for sure - just something to ease his loneliness, something to brighten his existence a bit. She was feeling extremely weary now and couldn't think clearly any longer. Her eyes closed and not being able to fight it any more she dropped off to sleep.
The next morning she awoke still feeling a sadness left over from the night before. What could she do for him? Slowly she got ready for work her mind still troubled. She looked at the African violets on her windowsill as she fixed herself something to eat. The flowers always managed to lift her spirits whenever she took the time to really see them. Now, for a few moments, she paused to study them once again - the color and delicateness of the flowers and the soft fuzziness of the leaves. She couldn't help but wonder at their simple beauty. All of a sudden she realized that this was what she could bring to Edward - some sort of flower! He kept his yard beautifully but there was no color whatsoever in it. How could he not love some flowers to add to it? And he'd said that was what he spent most of his time doing - taking care of the yard. In town there was a garden center overflowing with all kinds of flowers and they were very inexpensive. When she went back to see him on Saturday she would bring just a few to him. If he liked them she could always bring him more. Her heart lighter now she finished getting ready for work.
The day was like all the others before it had been - the same people, the same tasks but she smiled to herself now and then as she thought about Saturday. After work she drove to the garden center. There were so many beautiful flowers that she didn't know which to choose. As she wandered among them she was drawn to the Shasta daisies, they reminded her of the wildflowers that grew in the fields around her home when she was growing up. She finally decided on some that were daisy-like but which came in colors.
When she got back to her apartment she left the flowers outside her door where they would be safe until she took them to Edward. She sat for awhile on the stairs, her chin in her hands as she looked at the flowers and listened to the birds chattering in the trees nearby. Tomorrow afternoon seemed an eternity away.
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Edward had seen Nora glance back before she started down the stairs. He continued to watch as she made her way all the way down the stairs, across the floor and out the door. If only there was someway he could go with her but he knew there wasn't. At the shattered window he watched her car pull away, the gravel crunching under the tires. The car's headlights illuminated the trees in it's path as it traveled down the path. Soon he lost sight of them and all was as before. Resting one scissorhand on the frame of the window, he leaned out slightly to better feel the breeze on his face. He closed his eyes and tried to summon the images of her he had carefully stored away when he had studied her face in the moonlight. Yes, he could see her quite clearly in his mind. Even if he opened his eyes her image was still there. Satisfied, he walked across the room to his mattress. Suddenly he was very tired and he lowered himself heavily onto it. He could barely keep his eyes open. Thoughts of Saturday started to swirl through his head but faded quickly as he fell into a deep sleep.
When Edward's eyes opened the next morning he knew immediately by how light it was outside that he had slept much later than usual. The birds outside were noisy and busy. One flew in the shattered window and lit on the floor in a shaft of light that came through. It pecked at the floor probably catching a bug. Edward watched it without moving until it flew back out the way it had come. As he sat up slowly, thoughts of Nora rushed into his head like river water when a dam breaks. His stomach tightened slightly. She would be coming tomorrow, sometime in the afternoon. It might as well have been an eternity as he thought of the minutes to be filled until then.
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Nora opened her eyes Saturday morning and wasn't quite sure what time it was. She heard rain dripping outside her window. Outside it was gray and dim. She rolled over and checked the clock beside her bed. It was nearly 10:30. Why couldn't it be 2:30 instead? She sighed, knowing she could never sleep that long. She thought of the flowers she had for Edward and worried for a moment if he would like them. She saw him in her mind and suddenly whether he would like them or not meant very little compared to the need she felt to be with him again.
End of Chapter 9
Note: This story is taking on a life of it's own. It's almost scary. I might have Chap. 10 up by the weekend.
P.S. Need lots of angsty songs to keep in the mood - so if you know of more email me or put them in your reviews. Thanks!!!
Rating: PG -13 (may turn to R later)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from "Edward Scissorhands" nor am I using them for material gain. I do own the characters Nora and Bryan.
9
Nora walked slowly down the stairs, opened the heavy door and let herself out. As she followed the path to her car she noticed a bit more about the yard as it was illuminated in the moonlight. Large dark green topiaries were scattered about, they looked black and ominous in the night and she was frightened for a moment. Hurriedly she reached the car. A wave of relief came over her when her hand finally reached the handle of the car door. She opened it quickly and got inside. Turning the car around she glanced at the mansion through her rearview mirror. No one would ever guess someone lived there - the windows were so black and there was no sign of life other than the impeccable yard.
She drove home remembering Edward's voice and his eyes. She still couldn't fathom him. How had he lived there, so alone, for so long? How did he stand it? / Well he has no choice, does he? /, she answered herself. Yes, the mansion was the sort of place she'd wanted to find for when she needed to be by herself. But to live there all the time - that was another story she realized.
In her bed that night she lay awake thinking of Edward and his circumstances. Her heart began to ache for him and she thought she would cry as she felt her eyes begin to fill with tears. Blinking them back she determined to do something to help him somehow. Just what she didn't know for sure - just something to ease his loneliness, something to brighten his existence a bit. She was feeling extremely weary now and couldn't think clearly any longer. Her eyes closed and not being able to fight it any more she dropped off to sleep.
The next morning she awoke still feeling a sadness left over from the night before. What could she do for him? Slowly she got ready for work her mind still troubled. She looked at the African violets on her windowsill as she fixed herself something to eat. The flowers always managed to lift her spirits whenever she took the time to really see them. Now, for a few moments, she paused to study them once again - the color and delicateness of the flowers and the soft fuzziness of the leaves. She couldn't help but wonder at their simple beauty. All of a sudden she realized that this was what she could bring to Edward - some sort of flower! He kept his yard beautifully but there was no color whatsoever in it. How could he not love some flowers to add to it? And he'd said that was what he spent most of his time doing - taking care of the yard. In town there was a garden center overflowing with all kinds of flowers and they were very inexpensive. When she went back to see him on Saturday she would bring just a few to him. If he liked them she could always bring him more. Her heart lighter now she finished getting ready for work.
The day was like all the others before it had been - the same people, the same tasks but she smiled to herself now and then as she thought about Saturday. After work she drove to the garden center. There were so many beautiful flowers that she didn't know which to choose. As she wandered among them she was drawn to the Shasta daisies, they reminded her of the wildflowers that grew in the fields around her home when she was growing up. She finally decided on some that were daisy-like but which came in colors.
When she got back to her apartment she left the flowers outside her door where they would be safe until she took them to Edward. She sat for awhile on the stairs, her chin in her hands as she looked at the flowers and listened to the birds chattering in the trees nearby. Tomorrow afternoon seemed an eternity away.
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Edward had seen Nora glance back before she started down the stairs. He continued to watch as she made her way all the way down the stairs, across the floor and out the door. If only there was someway he could go with her but he knew there wasn't. At the shattered window he watched her car pull away, the gravel crunching under the tires. The car's headlights illuminated the trees in it's path as it traveled down the path. Soon he lost sight of them and all was as before. Resting one scissorhand on the frame of the window, he leaned out slightly to better feel the breeze on his face. He closed his eyes and tried to summon the images of her he had carefully stored away when he had studied her face in the moonlight. Yes, he could see her quite clearly in his mind. Even if he opened his eyes her image was still there. Satisfied, he walked across the room to his mattress. Suddenly he was very tired and he lowered himself heavily onto it. He could barely keep his eyes open. Thoughts of Saturday started to swirl through his head but faded quickly as he fell into a deep sleep.
When Edward's eyes opened the next morning he knew immediately by how light it was outside that he had slept much later than usual. The birds outside were noisy and busy. One flew in the shattered window and lit on the floor in a shaft of light that came through. It pecked at the floor probably catching a bug. Edward watched it without moving until it flew back out the way it had come. As he sat up slowly, thoughts of Nora rushed into his head like river water when a dam breaks. His stomach tightened slightly. She would be coming tomorrow, sometime in the afternoon. It might as well have been an eternity as he thought of the minutes to be filled until then.
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Nora opened her eyes Saturday morning and wasn't quite sure what time it was. She heard rain dripping outside her window. Outside it was gray and dim. She rolled over and checked the clock beside her bed. It was nearly 10:30. Why couldn't it be 2:30 instead? She sighed, knowing she could never sleep that long. She thought of the flowers she had for Edward and worried for a moment if he would like them. She saw him in her mind and suddenly whether he would like them or not meant very little compared to the need she felt to be with him again.
End of Chapter 9
Note: This story is taking on a life of it's own. It's almost scary. I might have Chap. 10 up by the weekend.
P.S. Need lots of angsty songs to keep in the mood - so if you know of more email me or put them in your reviews. Thanks!!!