𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧

3

edward woke up, startled. his room was still dark. he looked over at the night stand and saw that the clock read 5:00am. people would be getting up soon, but every single night edward has the same nightmare over and over again. about people chasing him, shouting at him, scaring him, all because of his hands.

he heard footsteps from outside his room, then he heard shouting. he decided to open his bedroom door slightly to listen to what was going on.

"you're such a whore y/n! bringing some boy back home, wearing shorts around the house, you should be ashamed of yourself. i'm ashamed to call you my daughter." said a manly voice. edward guessed it was her dad.

"i'm wearing shorts because they're my pyjamas! and he needed to come home. you don't understand dad... he's got scissors for hands! he needs my help! mum already agreed." you protested. edward listened and got anxious when the fathers voice raised even more.

"YOU ARE A SLUT! i come home late from a long day AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS? fuck you." he yelled. you started to cry, edward could hear you. "dad! he's a kind boy!" you said, but then your father slapped you across the face. edward flinched when he heard the slap. suddenly edward heard footsteps stomping up the stairs, so he quickly shut the door and got back into bed. it was your father storming off to bed. once your father was in bed, edward opened the door and snuck downstairs, trying his best to be silent.

you were in the kitchen, your hands were against the counter trying to calm down. you noticed edward in the corner and it startled you, but you were relieved when you saw it was only him.

"oh, edward. you scared me." you said, your breath was heavy and you had tears down your rosy cheeks. edward walked closer to you, he looked concerned. "are you okay edward?" you asked him. he nodded and smiled at you. "are... are you?" he asked, timidly. you nodded and signed.

"me and dad fight a lot..." you told him. edward frowned, he hated seeing you sad. you had welcomed him into your home, he already liked you a lot. "hey... why don't we watch a movie?" you asked him. he nodded excitedly, so you both went to the living room and sat down. you picked the movie and got a blanket.

"i wish i could... h-hug you." said edward. he really wanted to cuddle with you, and comfort you, however he was terrified of hurting you. he couldn't risk it. "well... you can." you said. you lifted his arm and carefully put it around your waist, being careful to keep his scissor hands pointed away from you. "if we stay like this i won't get hurt. okay?" you asked him, just to make sure he was okay with it. he smiled and said "yes... it's perfect."

two hours later and you were getting dressed to go to school. your father and edward were sat at the dining table, and your mother was making breakfast. you came downstairs wearing black and white stripy thigh socks, a black pleated skirt and a band t shirt with platform shoes.

"seriously, y/n? you look like a slut." said your father. "oh, leave her alone. if she wants to be... different... just let her." said your mother. your father rolled his eyes and you sat down next to edward. "i... i think you look lovely." said edward. you smiled and thanked him.

"so.. scissors for hands, eh?" asked your father, looking at edwards scissor hands. "don't you think this is dangerous?" he asked, looking at your mother. "i'm sure it will be fine." said your mother, trying her best not to cause any arguments. you looked at the time, "well, i gotta go. see you.. bye edward!" you said, grabbing your bag and leaving.

on your way to school you saw your friend charlotte on the corner waiting for you, so you ran to her. "charlotte!" you called. she turned around and smiled when she saw you. so you both walked to school together, passing the gloomy mansion.

"that house gives me the creeps. i bet it's haunted." said charlotte. you rolled your eyes as you knew what really lived in that house but you laughed it off. you both finally arrived at school and went to class, this was gonna be another long, boring day.