The Love of a Silent Star
I Am What I Am
Chapter Seventeen
The Past
Two boys sat in a corner silently whispering to each other. William talked to another boy that seemed not to really mind what was happening to him.
"He won't talk to me anymore." William complained.
"He might not like you, you know." The other boy answered.
"I know he does, he's just…" William went silent not knowing what else to say, to finish his sentence.
"What does he call himself?"
"I gave him a name, I called him Edward. He doesn't seem to mind when I call him it."
"Why do you call him that?"
"It means "Guardian."
"Hmmm interesting……Edward."
The Present
My name is Alphonse Mustang and in the eyes of an adult I am still a child. I am now fifteen years of age. One year has passed since Edward came into this families life. I do not know if I should be grateful or not. I have learned more than I would have ever learned if he had not come.
Edward is all I have left. Sometimes I do miss what our life was like before Edward came. My mother was always so happy, my father was not in a coma and was also happy, then I was a normal boy, and I did not hold the burden of feeling so guilty for loving Edward.
A few times I wished that Edward had never come, than I could still be a child and act like one.
My father is dieing, he is in a coma and on a breathing machine, fresh blood pumps through his veins through bags everyday. My mother has entered counseling and needs sedatives to sleep at night.
I had heard only one scream, if one could call it that. I could not stay in my room forever, even when I heard Edward walk down the stairs. I followed him only seconds later, and saw him stab my father.
I can't say if he was trying to save my mother or what. He just stabbed him like it meant nothing. I watched my father fall and I saw and heard him beg Edward. I was stuck between pity and hate for my father. I did not know what to feel.
The tears were slowly sliding down my face, my mother just stood there for a few seconds before calling an ambulance.
A baby-sitter was called to watch us, while my mother and father were rushed to the hospital. The baby-sitter had not arrived when they left. I went into the kitchen again after they had left, I noticed everything had been cleaned. No blood remained on the floor.
The police had asked a few questions to Edward, and he gave a brief explanation about the events that had unfolded. Now they were gone and I went to his room. I didn't bother knocking. I went in and he was standing by a window, watching outside.
The rain had stopped and the sun was now reflecting into the window. The light seemed to brighten Edward's face, eyes and body. I stared at him in wonder. He was there but not there, he was perfect but not perfect.
I feel so guilty when I just want to jump him, whenever he looks at me or just briefly touches me. I hate the reaction that I get. He slowly turns his body toward me and my heart beats faster.
"Do you hate this family Edward?" I whisper to him.
A small smirk came to his face and lips. It looked like he was mocking me and this family.
"Do you hate this family? Do you hate me? Do you love me? Do we mean anything to you? Are you even human?" The questions did not stop from coming out of my mouth.
"Do you get some sick pleasure out of torturing us? Does it turn you on?"
Edward said nothing, his face remained blank, his eyes were empty, filled with no emotion…there was nothing. He was a God among us humans, walking around, doing what he pleased. We were so small compared to him. He was a God. A God among insects.
"I'm so tired Edward, just please answer me." My voice remains a whisper for I am truly tired.
"Soon I will be nothing to you." He stated and I jumped out of my skin at the sound of his empty voice. "I will mean nothing to you. You will soon get bored of me. I won't make you like me, or feel interested in me. You people, all of you make me into something that I am not. The mind can do that, I am nothing more than a human being."
What he said had to be a lie., because he was so much more than what he said. So much more. He was beyond, he was out of this world. His words were lies.
"Liar." I whisper and go up to him.
I place my hand on his cheek and run it down slowly, down his jaw, all the way to his chest. I place my hand over his "heart," I don't believe I feel anything. His words were a lie, yes that's it. I bring my hand back up to his chin.
Edward does not move, merely stands like a stone, something no ordinary human could do. I bring my lips to his in a firm kiss. I push him back against the window sill, and kiss harder not caring about anything but the moment.
He is a God, I just know that this is true. From what I see, nothing is normal about him. I love him with every fiber in my body, I need him like nothing else, and I hate him with an intensity that is hotter than the sun. Edward is my God.