He's So Bad, But He Does It So Well

Chapter 3-Dark Places

  As I make my way over back to Ed, I realize the crowd had vanished quicker then you would think, or Jerome ended up taking up more of my time than I thought. Not that I'm complaining though ;).

  There was now only one problem. Where was Edward? Damn it, there was literally like 7 people left where I left Ed and guess what, he's not one of them. Meaning he probably got worried like always and went off to look for me. And now I have to go look, for his ass.

  Or I could just call...yeah that's easier. I reach for my phone in my jacket pocket and click his contact. Ring. Ring. Ring...Hello? I hear him say after picking up. "Hey Ed, where are you?" "Um looking for you. How long was your foot asleep for Amber?" He asked confused on why I took so long. "Um well not long, but then I ran into...an old friend. Yeah." I replied wondering if he would buy it. Thankfully he did. "Oh, ok well I'll come find you so we can go home. Tomorrows Sunday I have work tomorrow." He reminded me. "Alright Eddie I know. I have to go to sleep early to get up early." I said while rolling my eyes. "Ok I'm were I thought you were, I'm not going anywhere." I told him so we can go home. "Alright see you in a few." He replied before hanging up.

___Time Skip to Sunday Morning___

I'm frosting, I don't need a man to make my life sweet.
Prince Charming, just isn't the one that I think I need.
You're thirsty, you think I give out all my shit for free.
I'm bursting out, laughing at idiocy.
I need a gingerbread man, the one I'll feed.
The gingerbread man, the one I'll eat.
One who's always crazy, never calls me baby.
That's the one that I want, all you boys are not.
Can't you see? I only want the ones who never see me.
But I'm happy, I love playing these games until my heart bleeds.
It bleeds jelly, cause you don't want someone to eat your cookie.
Can someone please find him for me, find him for me?
I need a gingerbread man, the one I'll feed.
The gingerbread man, the one I'll eat.
One who's always crazy, never calls me baby.
That's the one that I want, all you boys are not.
I'm the icing covering his body, I want to hold him so close, so tightly.
Baby how do I say this politely? Love me harder and don't be nice please.
I wanna feel your crumbs on my body, I wanna break you in pieces like me.
Baby don't be so scared of biting, wanna eat each other into nothing.
I need a gingerbread man, the one I'll feed.
The gingerbread man, the one I'll eat.
One who's always crazy, never calls me baby.
That's the one that I want, all you boys are not.

  I wake up to the sound of Melanie Martinez's Gingerbread Man  blaring through my phone next to me. I go to work with Ed since he doesn't want me to stay at home all day by myself. At least that's what he tells me, but I really think he just wants me to keep him company. Honestly it's kinda interesting seeing all those dead bloody bodies. I know that sounds weird and disgusting and, quite disturbing but, I have things I hide.

Like...when my parents got into the car accident when I was little. I saw the scene, I wasn't supposed to though.

I was seven years old, only in Elementary School, 2nd grade to be exact. I remember it like it was yesterday. 

It was March 25, 2005...a Friday. Ed came to pick me up like he always does since Mom and Dad could never make it on time to pick me up. Well we got in the car just as Ed got a phone call from the GCPD (BTW Ed was only 17 so he wasn't working there) I didn't know what was going on. 

"Oh my god! Are-are they o-okay?" Ed asked into the phone frantically getting his seatbelt on. "Eddie, what happened?" I asked like the curious 7 year old I was. "Oh god okay. We-we'll be right there." He replied before hanging up and getting my seatbelt on. "Eddie what's going on you're scaring me?" I asked while my small frame was shaking. He didn't reply...he just drove.

We got there and all I saw was a dying out fire, cop cars, police men and women, and two collided cars. We go up to talk to a police man and see what happened but the more Ed tried to hold me back, the more I yearned to see exactly what happened. 

Then I saw it

Well...them

Four dead, bloody, burnt bodies with one or two limbs missing. I saw my dear mother, who cradled me since birth, dead on the road soaked in a pool of her own blood. Her body was black from the smoke and ashes and fire. I looked to my right and saw my fathers head, rolled off his burnt, bloody body. Both eyes had blood dripping out, well by that time it was mostly dried up. 

Behind them was a mother with what looked to be her 5 year old. I would say it was sad but, I didn't feel like I should have knowing an innocent little boy died in such a horrible scene. But I couldn't find anything. Anyway the women was missing an arm and a leg. There was blood covered glass all over, and in her. The windshield probably. Her child wasn't badly scarred but he was burnt. Actually he was still burning. That was all that was left of the fire. 

Ed was pulling on my arm as I produced fake tears. I didn't  want him to know I loved the picture in front of me. I've yearned for the past ten years, to somehow see a masterpiece like that once again