Edward stared at his collection of newspaper clippings, wondering what it was like to have to live life as those other, disabled human beings. He always thought that there was at least one person that lives a much gloomier life than his, but that one fact always lingered.
"I am not even human."
It was not often Edward had outbursts. It had only happened twice before. But now it looked as if it was going to happen again. He tore through his clippings, ran down those spiraling stairs he knew too well, and found the body of that teenage boy decaying in his beautiful garden.
"You did this to me," he scowled.
He was no longer sweet, caring Edward. He was a monster, created by the town, waiting to be unleashed.
It ate at him… the fact that those were once the people who loved him but who had now pushed him away.
He needed to release his anger, although he didn't want to hurt anyone.
He scolded the cold, bloody body. "You can't cause the dead any pain." He thrashed and stabbed until there was almost nothing left, and buried the body far from where his creator was laid to rest.