(Disclaimer- I do not own Edward Scissorhands. I do not own any aspect of this story except Amy. If I did own it all, you could bet I wouldn't be sitting here writing a fanfic about it!)
Chapter 6
The next day, being Saturday, Amy went up straight after lunch. She was getting better at finding her way around now, and she climbed the hill relatively easily.
She found Edward in the garden, cutting a topiary out of another bush. His scissors darted in and out of the bushes rapidly, and something was beginning to form in it. It looked like a tiger, ready to spring.
His face was stern looking, he was concentrating so hard, and his dark lips were pursed. Amy watched, almost hypnotized by the flashing blades. Edward gave the bush one last swipe, then turned around, and saw Amy for the first time. His dark eyes widened slightly. Her visits left him confused, not sure if he wanted her to come back or not. But he was frantic for human interaction. He would settle for anyone, even if she scared him.
"Good job," Amy said approvingly. "Very beautiful." Edward smiled, and his whole face lit up. He loved having his work praised. He snipped awkwardly at a piece of branch sticking out from the hand bush. Amy noted the bush and its symbolism for the first time. How appropriate she thought.
She flopped down on the grass and turned her face towards the sun. She felt warm and toasty and content. She no longer felt the need to worry about tomorrow. It might not even come. This felt like a place where such things could happen.
Edward stood watching her enjoy herself. It never occurred to him to join her on the grass. Instead, he stood and watched her and wondered.
Who was she? He thought he had known everyone in Suburbia, but she was a stranger to him. Obviously, she lived too far away to be seen, even from his attic window. But then . . . how could she walk here every day? He looked at her, sitting on the grass enjoying the sun, and half smiled.
Not for the first time, he recalled her falling down his stairs. Something about the way her body had been twitching had seemed frightfully unnatural. And then he was really frightened, wondering if he might be the cause, wondering if maybe she was dead. He rushed down the stairs, and stood over her. To his relief, he had noticed she was breathing, so she was still alive, but he was still worried. He had fetched the blanket from one of the spare bedrooms and draped it over her, hoping to keep her warm.
And then she had woken up, and she was loud and demanding and frightening as before, but he sensed how weak and frightened she was underneath, and he hadn't left.
But oh, how useless he had felt when she wanted his help and he had none to offer her. It was times like those that made him wish he could rip these scissor hands off. He would be absolutely helpless, but he would never accidentally harm anyone ever again.
During his musings, one blade had wandered too close to his face and nicked it. He ignored the shallow rush of blood. He was used to it, and one more scar wasn't his worst nightmare.
Amy sat soaking in the sun, occasionally sneaking peeks at Edward from under her eyelashes. The man seemed absorbed in thought. His 'fingers' slowly swung open and closed.
His hair was gently shuffled in the breeze. Amy noticed how thin the man was. He looked like he had a lifetime of scars, not just on his face. There had to be a reason behind the melancholy.
She remembered her first impression of him, and chuckled quietly. She doubted that if she mentioned drugs he would even know what she was talking about, much less be taking them. Sitting in the comfortable silence, Amy wondered what Edward was thinking about. She felt a curious emotion well up in her heart, but she quickly stuffed it away. She didn't even want to think about it.
Edward remembered every word of the story she had told him yesterday. It terrified him. People must have gotten much worse since the last time I was out there, he thought. Even Jim wasn't that bad. Maybe.
Amy spent an hour there, sometimes talking, sometimes just lying quiet and still, and sometimes wandering around admiring the topiaries. Once she walked up to him, squeezed his arm and smiled, trying to reassure him.
Finally, she deemed it an appropriate time to leave, and bid Edward farewell, and a promise to visit Sunday.
Jake's house was a little out of her way. But once she found the spray-can, she couldn't resist. What made it even better, no one was home. No one!
She carefully sprayed on the sidewalk, Jake Horn $#!+
Then she ran home, adrenaline surging through her veins at her own daring.
"I'd like to see him try to hold my hand now!" she muttered
(Sorry this was so short. Update coming soon, so please review!)