A/N: Hi everybody! This is my first Edward Scissorhands fanfiction. If there is any significant incorrect information, please correct me. You don't have to correct the little things, unless they lead to bigger things.

This story is told in the point of view of my original character, Rose. You will find out more about her throughout the story.

=D I don't know Jim's real last name, so I used a very common one, Smith. If you know the name, please tell me.

I saw the complete movie about two days ago. IT IS SO HARD TO FIND ON THE INTERNET! But, after much searching; I found it. =D It was on Youtube. Thank God for the ones who pirate. No, I'm just kidding... it is bad. _ _

What I love about Edward Scissorhands is that he just wants someone to be with. Not necessarily love, but just some company. And, he is so awkward in that little suburban town. All of the happy, perfect people; and then this odd, black-haired, pale man with scissor hands stumbling around, trimming bushes.

So yes... this is the first chapter and I hope you like it! Please review... I need some motivation and I want to see what people think!

Yours truly,

Smiley1Face23

My mother stood over the grave, mourning at the two year anniversary of my brother's death. My father held his glasses with one hand as he set a bouquet of flowers on the ground near his grave with the other.

I stared at the name and dates on the granite tombstone. My brother... my only brother. He was so young, and that was what aggravated me. I was only a year older than him, and I would live to be much older. He died at age nineteen.

He was bright and wonderful. He moved out after I did, but when we came together holidays, he was always exciting and had many stories to tell. There was no reason that he should have died the way he did.

Murdered.

Slaughtered.

By Evil.

I blinked and listened the only sound, except the cries and sniffs, of the rain patter on my umbrella.

A tear fell down the side of my face. I was really going to miss him. Even if he died two years ago, my love for him would never die.

"You know he watches us, and he loved you..." my mother whispered to me, offering a tissue from her purse. She used one for herself.

Using the tissue, I sighed. "I know. But he was such... a new soul. He had a lot going for him."

"Yes he did" her lower lip sucked in and I heard my father sigh.

The cemetery was dimly lit, for even though it was noon, the dark rain clouds seemed to defeat the illumination of the light posts.

I gazed over at the teenage girl who also stared at the grave. She didn't seem as solemn as the others, but she didn't seem happy. Her family seemed to be here, her father, mother, and little brother. Such scars on the brother's face... what happened there?

All in black, all in gray. All in sadness, all in remembrance. All in love, all in tears.

I read the grave one last time before I closed my eyes.

It read:

Jim Smith

1982-2000

Son, lover, and remembered.

!#%*()^)_++*$#!#E#$$%^^*)_)*(^#$!#$#$^&&*(**%^#$#$%#$%$%^%&*_($#$*_$

I zipped up my backpack and pulled one of my bungee cords to hold the sleeping bag on top.

"Are you ready, Rose?" Diana questioned as she pulled her sun hat over her pulled up blonde hair.

"Just about..." my shorts bunched up as I sat and fidgeted and I pulled them down, "I just have to pack a can opener."

"I'll go get it" she hopped off the bed and opened the door to the hallway. There were the sounds of her trying to be quiet, but almost failing. Then it was silence when she closed the door behind her.

I stared at myself in the mirror. It was a vanity, but now I wore minimal makeup; just enough to make me look pretty. My brown hair was pulled up into a bun, and I had a sun hat that made it look short. I wore a white tank top, with khaki shorts. I wore sport shoes, because I was going to do a lot of sporting.

I was going hiking in Suba Forest. There were enormous hills, but not quite mountains. We would camp out for three nights and four days. I was going only with Diana, for she was my only friend that had a true love for nature. We were going to rough it, and we would love it.

She soon came back into the room and smiled, the small can opener in hand. The door closed as she picked up her large backpack.

"Do you want to head out now," she handed me the can opener that I stuffed in it's designated pocket, "or later?"

It was four thirty in the morning, and the sky was still dark. The sun was beginning to peek through the dark. Diana and I wanted to be at the top of Neptune, one of the tallest hills in the forest, to see the sunrise.

"Probably now... if we want to catch the sunrise" I hauled the large backpack over my shoulder and stood up.

"I really do hate being up this early" we clomped down the stairs as quietly as we could, but with all the excess weight it was challenging. My mother was at work, for she was a baker at the local bakery. She needed to prepare things and bake the samples and such.

"Me too," I responded to her complaint. "It seems like we are the only ones in the world right now... everybody else is sleeping."

"I know, it feels like... we're deserted," she opened the door and allowed me to step through first.

"We are going to be alone for four days. Get used to the feeling of bugs, sweat, and the sweet film of dirt!" I had to step cautiously, for in the dark, the little step from the front porch to the main crosswalk was hard to see.

"Oh yeah!" she sounded excited, but was quiet because everyone else in the world was still snoozing. Blissfully unaware of the two teenage girls about to go away for four days.

We were getting to the main entry to the forest by bike. We would ride around with our bikes in the forest, too.

My mother was very overwhelmed when she said her goodbyes. Oh my gosh, I've never seen anyone cry over me for four days so much! I guess maternal instinct kicks in when she doesn't know where I will be. I would miss her, but I was eighteen. I was living there because I was evicted from my apartment because I couldn't pay the bills. I couldn't pay the bills because I was fired from my job. I was fired because I am going to college, and couldn't find the time to put in many hours at work. So yes, money is at a stand-still, but I usually live in my dormitory. It was summertime, and I loved it.

We rode off, the only sound being the tires of our bikes running over the little pebbles and other debris of the rocky road.

"Hey, Rose..." Diana sped up to keep up with my pace, "you do know where this forest is, yes?"

"Yes... why?" I was getting a little out of breath, considering the extra twenty pounds on my back.

"It's... right behind that... well where... um..."

"Yeah, where Jim was killed. So?"

"I figured that maybe you would be a little..."

"What?"

"You know... uncomfortable. Being near that house..."

"Why? Because that wicked man sliced right through him?"

"I... I would be..."

"Well, I'm over it. If that scissor-handed freak wants to go around killing peoples' brothers, than who am I to stop him?"

"He's dead now... so he can't hurt any-"

"Good. He should be burning in hell for what he did. How many other people has that cold-hearted experiment killed? He does have blades for hands. What would you do if you had murder weapons for fingers?"

"I really don't-"

"Kill people. He is a creation from that creepy old scientist. He is demented and cruel. What a loser... he must've been happy to die."

She merely blinked. She didn't know what to say, for if she said anything, it would only make things worse. The Jim and Scissorhands situation was like quicksand with me; the more you move, the more you get sucked in. The more you get sucked in, the more you die a slow, painful death.

"I'm sorry I brought it up. I was just making sure you were okay" she was nervous and sighed.

"It's okay... it was actually nice of you. Thanks..." we stopped at the foot of the forest.

She smiled and slid off the bike seat. I did the same.

The hills were so steep, it was not even sensible to ride up them when we were so tired. We would waste our energy.

We grabbed our bikes by the handlebars and began to pull them along with us as we walked through the rough terrain of the forest. We dodged three hundred year old trees. We rode over ancient rocks and dirt and stepped on countless fallen, decaying leaves. They were from the many autumns of the seasons.

I could see the hill in the distance. My back and shoulders were getting wearisome, but only because of the way I had to hold the bike. My feet were still energetic and felt good, for my shoes were made for this. It was a little cooler outside, but it was because the sun wasn't up yet.

The sun!

I could see it in the distance, it's precious light starting to turn the sky red, orange and pink. Stars were still visible, but now they started to dissipate. It was such a beautiful sight when the sun came up. The only reason we wanted to see it was because of it's remarkable, stunning beauty. We could do it, so why not?

We paused at the foot of the hill. The sky was becoming brighter, so we needed to get on top quick.

"Do you want to ride up?" she suggested.

I thought about that. "No... we don't have enough momentum to get up the hill. Let's just leave the bikes here, and run up the side."

` "What if someone steals the bikes?" she inquired.

"No one is around to steal them. C'mon, we'll be right back down."

She was protective of her bike because it was expensive and new. Mountain bikes are expensive, especially for someone in college. The money to pay for mine was taken from my birthday money. Every year, my relatives sent me twenty or thirty dollars. I have ten relatives that usually send me money, so ten times thirty is three hundred dollars. I have been getting money since I was ten. Seven times three hundred is twenty one thousand dollars. I haven't spent it, but kept it in a bank account. The bike cost one thousand five hundred dollars because it was a really nice bike. I didn't want to go to the high end, because why would I need it? I biked through rough terrain, but not three thousand dollars worth of rocks and dirt.

My calves began to hurt as I threw myself up the enormous hill. This hill reminded me of the sand dunes in Silver Lake, Michigan. I climbed those, barefooted in intense heat. It was so fun rolling down, though.

This was easier to climb, though, because sand was hard to grip. Dirt and rocks helped for ledges as I sped up past Diana.

Time was running out. We needed to see that sunrise! If we missed it, Diana and I would be terribly disappointed. Th sky brightened as I heard more birds chirp, already awakened from the days new dawn. The shoes helped grab onto the steep hill and pull me up, but it didn't seem fast enough. I was beginning to doubt that we would make it in time.

Diana sped past me, now on all fours. This was a good idea, because both her and I had on biking gloves. Our hands would not get so dirty, and we could always wash the gloves. I began to run as if I was a wolf, using my hands and legs in sync to make it up the mountain.

The backpack was really slowing me down, but I couldn't take it off now. We were so close to the top! My breath was becoming harder to find. I was able to climb something like this, but not at this speed without a bike.

Diana fell behind once more and I fought for those last few steps...

I was getting on my feet for the final landing...

Oh no! I slipped down on a little mud! Oh well... back up now..

Almost there...

Watch out for that mud...

And...

YES! I was there!

I flopped on the ground as Diana followed. I sat, staring at the sky, heaving air into my lungs and allowing my anxious muscles to rest. I threw my backpack from my back and allowed it to rest on a large rock. Diana sat Indian style on the grassy ground and I managed to follow her stance.

She also seemed tired, but pointed at the sky.

The sun began to poke through the brightly dark sky, creating an alien sphere of light. The sky was ridden with birds, all looking for worms to feed their new babies. There were few clouds as the sky turned from orange, pink, dark blue and black, to a beautiful light blue.

"Gosh, we made it in the nick of time!" Diana awed at the wonderful scene that just played before our eyes.

I was gaining my breath and, still staring at the rising ball of light, reached for my water bottle. I took a swig and offered Diana the bottle. She didn't accept, but smiled in thanks.

The grass and weeds on the ground tickled my legs and it felt wonderful. The smell in the air smelled crisp and clean The trees, the flowers, and the grass all had the smell of undisturbed, wonderful, crisp, nature. It was almost the smell after it rained, but all the time, even if it didn't rain.

The sun was now fully up, and it would begin to get hotter and hotter. It was supposed to be a high temperature of ninety today. We needed to set up camp before it became too incredibly hot to work at a normal pace.

We had plenty of water, food, and other supplies. As we set off down the hill, because we saw what we wanted to see, we saw that our bikes were still in tact, still in the place where we left them.

We hopped on and set off towards our normal camp ground. This was not a designated area for camping. This was completely uncivilized, left alone, nature. That was how camping should be. Just a tent, a fire and some blankets. Campers and cars and such didn't make it camping. It made it a normal day, only surrounded by tress.

The place that we headed off to was an odd occurrence in the forest. It was a clearance, with only green grass and a few weeds and flowers in a large, cleared, circular or ovular, peaceful clearing. It was perfect for camping because it was large enough to fit a tent, a nice fireplace far enough away from the trees, and plenty of space for anything else.

We are sharing a tent, but Diana brought hers just in case we separated somehow or mine broke. The terrain was softer because it rained not too long ago. It wasn't soaking wet; not even remotely wet. Just a little soft. Hopefully our camp site was okay. I didn't want to sleep on puddles or mud. Of course, there was a sturdy tent floor, but the feeling wasn't exactly comfortable.

We had more energy, so we decided to take a shortcut. We would ride over the hill, instead of around it. We began to peddle and it was invigorating. Some would be wearisome of the burn in your legs and the pain in your back, but I loved it. Going near vertical with extra pounds on her back, racing with someone and speeding up to beat them to the top, is a very satisfying feeling.

Especially when you beat them.

She was beginning to slow down, so I sped ahead of her.

Before we both knew it, I was at the top, and she trailed slowly behind.

"This is going to be a long four days..." she breathed as heavily as I did.

We both loved nature. Let's just say... I was a little more fit than her. I did this almost every day in the summer, and whenever I came home from college I would spend at least a day out here. I was able to do this all day long, but she didn't have the stamina to stay with me. I didn't mind, because even if she is with me for half the day, it was nice to have someone to collect leaves with and birdwatch.

We didn't bike and walk all day. Especially with her, I was able to look around more instead of biking and hiking. I respected her, and I liked that I had at least one friend that liked nature.

We soon regained our stature and stood to see the view. We had parked the bike and sat down, for we were both exasperated.

We saw the tips of trees and the beautiful morning sky. The leaves were green and flourishing and thick. The sky became bluer than when we last stared at it, and a few more white, fluffy clouds moved in.
And then there was an obstruction. A hideous thing that ruined the view. It was only in the corner of my eye, but it ruined everything. It made everything ugly and horrible.

Just like the man living in it.

It was Scissorhands' house. We saw the roof and the back side of the house. Oh my gosh, that was a huge hole in the roof. You would think that someone would tear down the house because it was so unstable. Maybe Scissorhands wouldn't get out in time and the demolition ball would tear him down with the house. It wasn't too far away, but not too close.

I tried to ignore it. I really did. But when the wind blew the leaves towards the house, I found myself staring at it. The only thing that I could see was the roof and a little of the back end side, nothing below it. I wondered how horrible the lawn looked and how bad the entire house's shape was in.

He couldn't mow the lawn, unless he trimmed so with his fingers. That would take forever. He could make repairs to the house, but it would be painful and he would just scratch up the house. I would laugh and sip some lemonade as I would make him do it.

Then I left my pessimistic thoughts and calmed down. I began to wonder about him. What did he look like? I didn't even know... other than his hands. He obviously wasn't attractive. How could a man that cuts himself constantly and gets no sun be even remotely attractive. What did he wear? What you an I wear? If he's wearing woman's clothing like me, than he has more problems than just his scissor fingers.

I sighed and stared at one of the fluffy clouds in the sky. Diana was to my right and staring at the trees to her right. She didn't see me staring at the house.

"Well," I blinked and turned my view towards Diana who now looked at me, "let's head on."

We hopped on our bikes yet again and trailed onward.

After we went down the hill, I found half of my attention towards the house. My expression was not tired, but serious. My head turned towards it, I didn't see in front of me, but knew this trail like the back of my hand. Diana was in front of me and we weren't racing.

We soon reached the camp site and put up camp. We made a ring of rocks found around for fires and set up the tent. We filled the tent with our sleeping bags and water. We also had a corner for our food, and we realized that there was enough to comfortably sleep in. We unpacked blankets, tinder, and everything else that we used. We were going to be gone for so long, it was required to have this much gear. We were roughing it, but had four days worth of food. We could always find water, so we brought less.

There was one weapon that was my lucky charm. It was my gold-plated survival knife. It was my fathers and he left it with me when he died of cancer. It had a golden tint to the blade, yet the handle was wrapped with silver wrap for grip. The shiny dagger was lucky because it was my father's, and it helped me stay alive. Once, when I was out camping, a raccoon came and began to ravage the last of my food. I was staying out for one more day and I needed the food. So, I took out the knife, and stabbed the raccoon from behind. It came after me, and I swiped the knife along it's neck. It never bit or scratched me, but only died. If it scratched me, I could have gotten rabies and gotten sick. That knife was the only thing that saved me.

We searched around the circle for peculiar things. It seemed that blackberries were in bloom for we found a flourishing bush. There were weeds and things, and we left them alone. Flowers of yellow, red, and other beautiful colors surrounded the rim and brightened the green grass.

"What do you want to do now?" she sat on a tuft of grass and sighed.

"Do you just want to relax for a while? We have hiked and rode for a while. I'm tired" I plopped down next to her, staring at a spot covered with yellow flowers.

"That sounds nice."

The sound of our breathing was evened with the rushing of the river close by, and the wind that rustled the leaves on the trees. It was one of the most wonderful sounds, the rushing river. The bubbling and swooshing of the water and the splash it makes when it hits the bordering rocks. The wind was soothing as I went into the tent and returned with my water bottle.

It was now about two o'clock. The cicadas hummed and screeched while they hid in the trees and bushes.

It was a wonderful day of hiking here. Now I needed to plan what do for four days.

I went back into the tent and grabbed a notepad and a pen.

I returned, Diana's gaze following me.

"Do you want to go fishing today or tomorrow?" I inquired as I sat next to her.

"Today sounds nice. Something to relax us after so much activity."

And we planned everything that we wanted to do. It ended up looking like this:

Day One: Get there and go fishing. Around sundown, go lightning bug catching.

Day Two: Hike Lakewood Hill. Get to bed early for tomorrow's activity.

Day Three: Go bird watching in the morning. In the afternoon, bike around the forest.

Day four: Hike or ride Acer Hill, then get back and look for assorted bugs and flies.

Day Five: Return home.

We liked to collect leaves, rocks, and bugs. Diana had an entire bug collection, but she needed to find a Xyrox Fly. They were around here, but blended with everything else.

After relaxing for a little while, enjoying the calming sights, we headed into the tent to get our fishing gear. We carried our bait and tackle boxes with one hand, and our fishing poles with the other.

We reached the river and set up our things. I loved fishing. It was relaxing yet rewarding.

I was the first to cast a line. Diana baited her fishing pole and then threw her line out, following my actions.

Although I had many bites and caught many fish, my mind was never really on the fishing. It was drawn to Scissorhands. All of the thoughts that I thought of him... amazed me. I was not being mean or assertive. I was actually calmed down, and I thought rational things. Maybe it was the nature surrounded me, or the sounds of the peaceful forest that calmed me.

And all I knew right now, was that I was not angry about Scissorhands' deeds to my brother. I was not angry about his entire existence.

I was irrevocably curious.

What if... no- that would be horrible. If I did that, the consequences would be catastrophic. But I wanted to know- no. You will be in peace with the things that people tell you. Who he was, was a heartless monster. Nothing else. But what if- no! He had murder in his soul, and it was taking over.

Oh, what do I do? Curiosity abound... or staying back? In the suicide lane, or the safe path?