Chapter 2
Edward Scissorhands
She walked up the hill leading to the house, excited, but nervous at the same time. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. She was a little tired after a while of walking. She hesitated after coming to a second gate. This was the moment she was waiting for ever since she was 10, the second time she heard about Edward. She stopped for a minute. Did she really want to do this? Was this a smart thing to do? She didn't care. She went through the gate, into the garden.
She walked through the garden, wide eyed and breathless. She couldn't believe her eyes. It was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen. It was like something out of a story book. Emily would love it. There were all sorts of creatures. A snake type creature coming out of the ground, a cat and the most beautiful thing was a hand inside a huge bed of flowers. She passed the garden slowly and went to the door of the house. She thought about whether or not to knock or just walk in. She decided to knock once and see what happened. She knocked loudly on the door; nothing.
She turned the knob. It was heavy and hard to turn. The door opened and she stepped inside. It was very dark. There were machine parts and cobwebs everywhere. She walked around quietly and came to a staircase. Her heart was beating rapidly. Usually she liked scary things, but this was real. "Hello," she called. She squeezed the straps on her backpack. Her hands were shaking, as well as her knees. She started up the staircase slowly. "Edward? Hello?" she called. She heard something, like metal scraping against metal. She followed the sound. "Hello?" she said again. The sound stopped. When she reached the end of the staircase, she found herself in a room. The roof had a hole in it and a bunch of wood seemed to have fallen from the ceiling in another spot. She thought about what her grandmother had said about the fight there.
She heard the floor creep behind her. She almost screamed when it scared her. She turned around and looked. No one was there. She looked around. She walked over to where the fire place was and saw the bed. It was covered in hay, very small. Articles from previous newspapers were pasted all over the walls it; many of them about people with some kind of disability or body part missing.
She heard the creek again. Then the metal noise again. She turned and knew that he was there, but couldn't see him. "Edward?" she said in a soft tone. The noise stopped and she saw a figure emerge from the floor. She couldn't see him very well, but she saw him coming closer to her. When he stepped into the light, she gasped. He was just as her grandmother described him. He was tall and his face was very pale. He had big, dark, gorgeous eyes. His hair was dark and very messy. His body was a just a gathering of metals and leather straps. His hands were large, sharp razor blades and scissors. He stopped and looked at her. His face was sad, scared, and he looked like he had been hurt, and she know he had.
"Hi," she said and gave him a small wave. She walked toward him slowly, but he stepped back timidly. "Hello," he said back, in a timid, shaky voice. She dropped her back pack on the floor. She didn't know what to say. "My name is Julie." She started. "I'm Edward," he said. "I know," she said in a quiet voice. She brushed her hand against his cheek; his face was covered in small scars. He jumped back. "I won't hurt you," she said. She felt a small pain in her heart for him. He had been hurt so bad in the past. She reached into her backpack and pulled out some iodine she brought for when she came.
"Do you live here alone?" she asked, even though she knew the answer. She took a cotton ball and dabbed it in with the iodine and then brushed it softly against his face. She just needed something to say to him. "Yes," he replied. She put the bottle back into her bag. "Is it okay if I stay for a little?" she asked, smiling.
Edward took her to a different room. It was filled with glass sculptures. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. There were sculptures of anything she could imagine. There were flowers, animals, angels, people, a bunch of them in all different shapes and sizes. She gasped when she saw them. One that caught her eye was a sculpture of a butterfly. It was very detailed, and fancy looking. It looked like a sketch she made once before. She really liked it. Edward saw her staring at it. She walked over to it and picked it up. "It's beautiful," she whispered. "You can have it." He said with a warm smile on his face. "Really? Thank you." She said. She was really happy she had come to the castle. She looked out a window nearby and noticed it was getting dark.
"I'd better get home; my mom doesn't know I'm here." Edward's smile faded. She saw it. She thought for a moment and got an idea. "I'll come back." She said smiling. "Really?" he said in a hopeful voice. "Sure," she said. "It's not like I have anything to do. I had fun today. I'll stop by after school tomorrow."
Edward escorted Julie back to the room where she had left her bag. She placed the statue carefully in her bag and put it on her back. "Thanks again." She said heading towards the stairs. "I'll see you tomorrow." She called back from the stairs. "Goodbye." replied Edward standing by the window. Julie was so happy. Not only did she prove her sanity to herself, but she got to meet the person she wanted to meet for years, and he was so nice, and sweet. She ran home, thinking of what to tell her mother and making sure no one saw her come from the mansion. She decided to keep this meeting and any other meetings they had together a secret.