We've all heard o f Edward Scissorhands and his love story, but no one knows about his daughter, yes, daughter...
(Credit to Summer and Haylee for helping out xx)
'Who's are you? What do you need? What do you want?' I ask him who he is and what his plan is. He replies with a simple 'Edward, my child, Edward Scissorhands' 'Then who am I' I had asked, 'you, my dear child, are Alicia Scissorhands'.
So... I'm guessing you know my father, Edward Scissorhands, and you're probabaly wondering how he had a daughter, well, he created me. Yes, you heard me right, he created me, like the scientist created him. I have many cuts and scars and am very far from perfect. My father didn't understand that our generation has standards, he thought the human race was perfect, except for a few.
He taught me manners from the same book he was taught from, I was told of his mistakes and what the Boggs had taught him about wrong and right. He also told me about Kim and Jim and how he almost lost his... um... I forgot what it was called. He told me about his adventures and everything that happened and I was determined to go see the town for myself, but Ed wouldn't let me 'you don't even know the full castle yet, let me teach you a few more things first'.
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Ten days later I knew everything I needed (that's what we thought anyway) and I had explored all of the castle. 'I think you're ready, but I must come with you' I knew why, he wanted to see Kim, Peg, Kevin and Bill. 'Father, are you sure about this dress?' I had asked him before we left, it was white, with a patch of red near the pit of my arm, it was shoulder less but the sleeves were long, he said Kim would dance in the snow in that dress, it was important to him. I didn't want to cut it like a cut all the other dresses. 'Alicia, you look as gorgeous as the first time I saw you'.
We were about to leave the front gate when I was petting the front of the dress and cut it, *darn these scissorhands*, he had heard the rip 'I'm sorry, I kno-' 'don't be sorry child, you can not help it' he interrupted, he has that look on his face again, the same look as the one he shows when he talk of times, and that he wishes he did things different, disappointment, but covered with sadness. 'Come now, I will show you where they lived'. We walked down the path and to the street, I looked at him, the look on his face was pure sadness, 'the houses, they are so dull, I don't-' he stopped, he couldn't go on, the town was everything but what he had told me it was, no colour, just black white and some "exposed brick" the shrubs and bushes had either grown back or had been cut down.
We walked through the town, different street names, different house numbers, yet he still knew where it was. I guess the locks had changed he couldn't just jiggle the doorknob and it'd open. He went to a window and tapped on it...
