I told myself never to look up, If I just paid attention to my very brightly colored neighborhood, then I would never have a reason. I was proud to say I hadn't looked at that glooming mansion in almost two years... except for the few times when my pre-phial vision would become a traitor. I knew it was pointless to cross the iron fence that lay on the ground... and make my way up the winding mountain. Weeks after I had left him, I gathered the courage to make it to the entrance at the bottom of the mountain. I had hoped that he would feel my presence and come for me... but after standing their for what seemed like hours, I turned glumly and walked back home, vowing at that moment I would never look back up on that mountain.

Two years was longer than I had expected, I had dated other boys, and even gone off to college. During the summer I would come home and work for Joyce's hair salon that she did open, even without... him.

I never really liked Joyce, I worked for her, because for some strange reason I felt being in the salon that he was supposed to have shared with her, made me feel strangely closer to him. I could deal with her overly annoying flirtatious behavior... and silently gagged myself when she would hit on every single man that walked into the salon. Luckily for me, I was the receptionist and only had to work up front, I didn't have to worry about walking into the back room where she took her "special" customers.

My mom was always thrilled to have me come home for those three summer months. I really did miss them when I went away to school, and today I was feeling already over anxious in making it back home. Today would have been three months I hadn't seen my family, and I pressed down harder on the gas pedal... hoping that I could speed my way through suburban california.

As I turned into my neighborhood I instinctively lowered my head, I didn't want to risk sneaking a glance at his home. I drove quietly through, waving at some of the neighbors, and purposely turned my head when I drove past the corner where all the gossips of the neighborhood stood. I looked back in my rearview mirror and sighed as I saw every single one of the heads was turned in the direction of my retreating car.

I placed my eyes on the road once more and a small smile crept to my lips as I neared my home, the front lights were on, adjacent to the door, and I noticed my dad's car was already in the driveway. I pulled alongside the curb and put my car in park just in time to see my mom bust out the door.

"Kim! Oh Kim! Hi honey!"

I laughed lightly as I opened my car door and fell automatically into Peg Boggs embrace, "Hey mom, how are you"?

My mom hugged me tighter and released me, keeping her hands around my face "Have you been eating Kim? You look skeletal!" She turned toward the house and yelled for my father, "Bill! Bill Kim's home! Come help with the bags!"

I heard the grumbling of my father, and laughed as stumbled out of the house, Kevin right on his tail.

"Hey dad" I called over to him, I find myself in another hug, and received a playful shove from my brother.

"Hey squirt, help dad with the bags"

Kevin and my dad proceeded to take the few items I had brought home from school into the house as my mom led me into the house.

As I entered the front door, I glanced at the window that Edward had held me in front of so many years ago...if only I could feel his arms...

No! I couldn't think like this, I needed to move on from him, but being in this house with all the memories, made it almost impossible.

Peg turned around and looked at me, noticing I wasn't following her into the kitchen... also noticing that I hadn't heard a word she was saying.

"Honey are you alright?" she asked, concern masking her fine features. I nodded my head and feigned a smile.

"I'm just a little tired after the drive" I lied. I knew if I told her the reason my mind was elsewhere she would start back up.. She approved and loved Edward, but she knew that he was the reason I had been in a state of depression for months after the last time I had seen him.

I spoke casually with my mom while we prepared dinner. Telling her about the classes I had taken, the friends I had made this past semester... even a so called date I had gone on. She took in everything I had with such interest, I was afraid she almost didn't believe me.

After dinner I excused myself, saying I needed to catch up on sleep...and headed to my oh to familiar room.

Had it only been two years ago that I had run out of this same room screaming? I had been teased about that while Edward still had lived with us, but I defended myself saying anyone would have acted the same way if they had seen a strange man with scissorhands in their bed.

I smiled at the memory and dressed for bed. My water bed had long been replaced, but the feeling of the waves as I sank into the newer bed brought back the memories of the water explosion that had taken place when I had scared Edward half to death.

Everything had seemed so scary then, Edward had frightened me when I had first met him... but later I realized what was frighting was my intense feelings for him..

How could I love a man with scissors for hands? A man that had never been exposed to real life...

How could I? I wasn't sure the answer to that question... but one thing I did know was that I was still very much in love with the mysterious scissor man on top of the mansion.

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He knew what time of the year it was, knew who would be down in the colorful residential neighborhood down below... the thought almost drove him mad. He had made the trip down there every year when she had come home from college.. and knew once again that it was time to descend the mountain... time to make sure she was alright and then retreat once more to his home.

His leather suit squeaked loudly against his skin as he paced the attic of his home relentlessly. The time of year almost made him go insane... he knew how easy it was to make a fast trip down the mountain. He had made the trip on more than one occasion... Sometimes when he was feeling particularly lonely, he would descend the mountain in the early morning. Walk the neighborhood he once had called home, and bring back memories from his life there. He would always stop in front of the Bogg's home, wishing he could go in and hug Peg... He knew how hurt she must be... especially when she realized his intentions with her daughter. Peg had known Edward was irrevocably in love with Kim... but he had never voiced it to her. He felt like he had lost his own family... Peg, Bill and Kevin were the family he had always wished for... and Kim... Kim was the love that he longed for.

He walked to a small room in the back of the mansion, not much in this room except for a bed and a small bureau. He opened the drawer of the bureau and pulled out a white button up shirt and a pair of pants. He knew stealing was wrong, but he had once pulled the clothes from Peg's clothesline one night..

He struggled briefly as he pulled the shirt on, trying to keep his scissors from cutting the straps as they once had. He growled in frustration at the buttons... knowing that it was almost impossible to button each one individually. Having scissors for hands was nothing to lavish at.

He finished dressing and glanced at himself in a nearby mirror... same disheveled hair, and the scars on his face seemed to be lessening everyday.. he was more careful these days... he already had enough scars... some he would be willing to trade away. He grimaced at the one on his lip, Kim hadn't seemed to mind...

He walked away from the room, and down the floating staircase. It was time now, more than ever.

So I watched Edward Scissorhands the other night... I LOVE this movie, and I just hate that she never see's him again... so I'm changing the plot! Haha... well not really, it's just my interpretation.. I obviously do not own the movie... so let me know if you enjoyed!

-AesSedia