A.N. OMG! Thanks everyone for reading && reviewing :D It really made my day. I'd like to dedicate this chapter in three ways. For my BEST FRIENDS, Sam and Leena for helping me out of a very sad and tough situation, and encouraging me to post this story on fanfiction, (with out them I don't know if I would have), To everyone who reveiwed/favourited/added this story to their alerts (very much appreciated) ;) AND to you, because you are reading my story right now. Thaaaaaaanks everyone ! ^.^
I never knew my dad. He died when I was about three. My mother said that he was handsome, intelligent, and easy to love. He was the only one who could make her laugh even when she didn't want to. I never really mentioned him because she always got sad when she talked about him, and I hated to see her like that. She never told me how he died. She said that I didn't look much like him, but we had the exact same eyes. She used to tell me that whenever she missed him, she could just look into my eyes and find him there.
They first met when her parents thought that she was old enough to get married. My mother was opposed to it, of course, because she hated getting dragged into something against her own will. But when her families introduced them, they looked each other in the eyes, and instantly fell in love. He became her strength and her happiness.
When my father died, my mother's world was lost. Even I could tell that she missed him. At one point, she even locked herself up in her room all day long. Then she remembered that she still had me. I was still there, and once she realized that, I became her everything.
My mother was beautiful. She had a smile that could easily warm anyone's heart. With her beauty and kindness, she made many of the villagers fall in love with her at first sight.
One of my favorite memories with my mother was when I was five and she was drawing a picture of a tree outside. It was simply amazing. Not just the picture, but she herself; the way the wind played with her hair and the way the sun reflected off of her with a warm glow. When she caught me staring, she gave me one of those frequent smiles of hers, and called me over.
"Would you like to draw too?" she asked me. I nodded. Every afternoon after that, she taught me how to draw. I thought that I was lucky if I could master even half of her talent.
Mother used to rely on Father to bring home money. When he died, we didn't receive a lot to live off of. We were running out of money, and Mother soon became ill. Worried about what would happen to me if she followed the same path my father did, she got remarried to a man who promised to take me in if anything happened to her. The man loved her to death, but could care less about me. Whenever she wasn't around, he would treat me unkindly. Of course, my mother didn't know about this, but there was no way I could tell her, even if I wanted to. She would never let it continue. I thought that if she knew, she would probably leave the man. I knew I could not let that happen because Mother needed to get better and we needed him and his money to do so. There was no way I would tell her what he did to me if she needed him so much. Mother always came first.
A few years passed, and she got more and more ill. Soon, she was bound to her bed. She stopped eating and her body became tired and weak. Even her smiles appeared less often. One day, I was sitting in the corner of her room, drawing. It was quiet and the only other sound was her raspy breathing. She tossed around in her bed.
"Edward?" she called. I put my things down and walked over to the side of her bed. Kneeling down, I replied,
"Yes, Mother?"
"Edward, I'm so sorry that I couldn't give you more. Look at you. You're only a boy. Oh Edward, I- I love you so much"
"As I love you, Mother," I said.
"My dear boy, you're still so young. I'm so sorry Edward. Please forgive me," she begged.
"Forgive you Mother? What for? You haven't done anything wrong." I reassured her.
"It's such a shame," she continued. "You are so handsome, my son. I've only been with you for a couple of years and I barely know you. You are always so calm and collected, and I can never tell what you're really thinking. Now I'll never get the chance to. Please Edward if I could ask of you, sometimes, you have to tell someone how you feel. Please, let someone inside of you. I love you… Edward…"
"Mother? Stop it! Stop talking like this! Nothing is going to happen to you. You are okay. You'll get well soon, I'm sure of it! This isn't the end, it can't be!" I said, frustrated that she was speaking this way.
"My son…" she smiled. Looking me in the eyes once more, she grabbed my hands, and, using whatever strength she had left in her, she gently squeezed them.
"Remember what I said, understood, Edward? Please? I… love… you…," she breathed.
"Mother? Mother? Mother no! Mother, please! Mother, wake up! Open your eyes, Mother! Mother, Mother...please? For- for me?"
That night happened over a year ago. Yet still I remember the man coming home that day and seeing me crying over her body. He blamed me for her death, for 'killing the woman he loved'. He locked me in my room and drank the night away. The next morning I woke up realizing that she was gone. My mother left me alone in this world, and she would never come back to me.
The man reluctantly obeyed her last wish. He took me in, treating me like a slave. I was trapped inside the house for the whole day, eating only a loaf of bread and a glass of milk. I was to do what ever he wished for and I was to sleep on the cold floor at night. Often he got drunk and beat me. He yelling at me, telling me it was my fault she died; that I was the one who killed her. I was imprisoned to a hateful man, in my once happy home.
My mother was…gone.
A.N. Sorry this chapter wasn't as long as the first. Yeahh it was kinda random, but I thought that you should get to know where Edward came from. Please R&R :)