Hey! Just got back from Paris! There were lots of Johnny Depp posters-including an Edward Scissorhands one (which I just ended up admiring and stroking….b/c it was oh so pretty O.O). And there were lots of cute couples in Paris, which inspired me a bit. Hope you like this chapter!

Chapter 12:

"…yes…"

Kim woke up in the apartment. She had guessed Edward had carried her back home, because she had a few bandages on her arms, probably from him accidentally scratching her while she was unconscious.

"Edward….I think she's waking up!"

Kim weakly turned her head towards Jonathon and Edward, who were sitting by the bed beside her. Edward's eyes scanned her face.

"Kim? Are you…okay?"

"I…I don't know…what….what happened?"

She noticed he was no longer looking at her, but woefully staring at her hand.

She suddenly caught glimpse of the ring on her finger. She studied it carefully, and tried to understand what was happening. The concept of Edward proposing wasn't too difficult to understand, but the shock of it all caused a million thoughts racing through her tired mind.

"I think I'll leave you two alone" Jonathon said as he got up and left.

"It…it wasn't a dream, was it?" she asked.

He only stared back at her again.

"Does this mean…you don't want to get married?" he looked at her with his huge brown eyes, as if she had his heart in her hand instead of the ring and could destroy it at any moment.

"Yes."

He lowered his head, completely unsure of what to say next. He just stared at his scissors, twitching like mad.

"No, I mean, yes I do want to marry you."

He raised his head in a flash, and a little smile reached his lips.

"Thank you." he said.

He suddenly lowered his face to hers and kissed her. She felt herself freeze for a moment, because he never kissed her first before, and then she felt warmth pass through her body.

If every day could be like this, she couldn't wait to be married.

"Ooh, what's that?"

Krissy, a tall brunette dancer who Kim somewhat befriended, eyed the shiny jewel on Kim's pale finger.

"I think we need to rehearse more." Kim replied, trying to switch the subject. Leon wasn't there that day, since he was still in the hospital getting better, but she never wanted him to find out. To reject him one day and become the fiancé of a different man that same day would just be cruel. She disliked Leon now, but she at the same time felt a little pity for him.

She did, however, secretly want to show off in front of Pamela and get back at her. But she was more mature than that, and she kept on telling herself that.

"Don't evade the question, Kimmy. That's a very special ring on an extremely special finger. Now, who's the guy?"

Kim just stayed silent. She made a quick glance at Edward, who gave her a sweet smile.

"Oh. My. God. Him? He's the one?" Krissy's already giant blue eyes grew about twice their size.

"Listen, please don't-"

"Oh my God. Everyone, I have an announcement to make!"

Kim smacked her hand on her forehead. She really hated Krissy at this moment.

"Edward and Kim are engaged!"

Everyone instantly dropped what they were doing and circled around Kim and Edward. The auditorium was soon filled with echoes of "Congratulations" and "Lucky!" and "When's the wedding?" Of course, they had other questions as well, but out of politeness they kept the questions to themselves.

Kim soon forgot why she didn't want them to find out. She liked the fact that people were being nice to her. And Edward didn't seem to mind the positive attention, either.

But a loud clapping noise soon interrupted all her thoughts. The clapping sound was coming from only one person, and it was slow paced and deliberately loud. Everyone stopped talking and looked at the tall frame standing on the opposite side of the theater.

It was Pamela.

"Well, well, well, isn't this such…such a joyous day?" she said with a smirk, walking closer. She wobbled as she walked, giving her a sort of intimidating appearance.

Kim felt a cold chill down her spine as she clenched her jaw and tightened her fists.

"In favor of this…lovely couple…I'd like to offer a…little wedding present…"

She walked closer until she was only a few feet away from Kim.

She suddenly punched Kim in the face and pushed them both to the floor. She tugged at Kim's hair, spat in her face and ripped a piece of her costume off.

"What's the matter? Don't like my gift? Well, here's another one!"

She got up and kicked Kim at her side, trying to push her off the stage. But Edward ran over there in a flash and stood over Kim, holding his shears in front of him menacingly, like a python ready to strike.

"Don't you…ever…ever…touch her again."

Pamela suddenly turned away, and took a deep breath, as if not believing what she just did.

"Pamela, get out of here." The director said, her resume in his hands.

"What….what?"

"You're fired. Stay another moment and I'm calling the cops and your entire career, and possibly life, will be over."

She let out a loud, booming laugh at this.

"Life? What life? As soon as that little bitch put that ring on her finger, my life was over. No…wait, maybe before that…yes, it was before…ever since he came, my life would inevitably be over. I mean, look at him. He can't touch anything without hurting it. He's a natural killing machine. And he killed me, as soon as he walked through that door."

"Pamela-"

"I mean, at first, I thought he gave me life when he cut my hair. He made me beautiful…for once in my miserable life. I bet his little cheerleader fiancé doesn't know what it means to try to fit in, try to be loved-and fail every time. Oh, no. With her big eyes and porcelain skin…how could she? How could she know what it means to look at yourself in the mirror and frown because the person looking back is a hideous stranger? She could have any man she wanted…and surely enough, she chose the very one I love. As always. But…stupid me, I thought…I thought I could have actually had a shot…with my new look and growing fame…but I guess not. So, I'll leave…don't worry, I'll leave."

She pulled at her own hair, messing it up and making it match the rest of face, now covered in dripping makeup. She shrunk down to the floor and let out a sequence of distressed screams, making everyone jump at every single one of them.

She finally got up after a few minutes, and turned towards everyone.

"Well, my voice is now gone." She said in her new hoarse voice, with tears streaming down her face.

"Now there's one more thing left to do."

She walked toward Edward and suddenly threw her arms around his head, causing him to take a few startled steps backwards.

She kissed him, to everyone's surprise, and made sure he couldn't move. She finally got down and looked straight into his eyes.

She let out a moan from pain and her eyes twitched. One of Edward's shears was shoved through her heart. Literally.

She let out a laugh.

"See? You really did kill me! Hahaha!"

Blood flowed all over the stage, causing some people to faint while others screamed out in pure terror.

Edward stepped back, nearly falling off of the stage.

Kim held a hand over her mouth, amazed at what had just occurred.

Pamela dropped to the floor, soaked in her own blood.

But whether she killed herself using his shears, or he killed her to protect Kim, no one knew for sure.

"Good God, call an ambulance. Quick!" The director shouted.

Pamela was dead. That was obvious from the start, but the funeral (which very few people attended) made it even more clear.

The director and witnesses testified and said that Pamela was clearly delusional and had mental problems, and committed suicide using one of Edward's blades. The truth is, no one really cared that much. So the event was forgotten over time.

Kim didn't, and wouldn't, ever forget. Neither would Edward. A certain guilt passed through them, and the whole incident added a melancholy feeling to their upcoming wedding.

Things were changing. For better and for worse.

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