Everything seemed to change after that. The next day I cleaned the glass away from the globe. But Edward didn't speak to me. He didn't look at me. He would either look out of the window or sit at his bed and stare at his cut outs.

It continued this way after that day. I tried to talk to him about Kim, but it seemed to make things worse. He wouldn't respond. So I tried talking about general stuff. Stuff in the news or TV programmes I watched. He would nod now and then but he wouldn't say anything. Russell would no longer go up to the mansion after what had happened. He had the idea that Jim was still up there.

One evening I received a call from my mom.

"Hey mom," I said while looking at the mansion.

"Hello sweetheart. I thought I'd call you to let you know that me and your father will be coming to pick you up on Friday."

Friday. That was in two days.

"Oh. Okay."

"You sound disappointed. Surely you can't be having that much of a good time."

Yes I was. Or had. "Yeah it's been good."

"We've got you some lovely presents. We can't wait to see you again. We've both missed you so much. Must go now darling, see you soon."

And she hung up before I could take the phone away from my ear. It made me laugh. Why go on holiday if you were going to miss me? Why didn't dad even say hello to me if he missed me so much?

A feeling of dread went with me as I went to the living room. I found Sally on the computer, looking at a news article.

"They're coming to get me in two days time."

Sally turned round and looked at me. She looked disappointed but I decided that I was probably imagining it. She turned back to the computer screen.

"I remember this guy. He went to my school."

I walked over to her and looked at the screen. A mug shot of Jim was on the screen.

"Pretending to be a teenager? What a looney!"

I feel shivers go down my spine as I'm reminded of what he told me and Edward.

"You know, I thought I saw him walking around the neighbourhood."

"Did you call the police?"

"No but I wish I had. Now I remember I saw him running after Kim. They've been looking for him for ages."

"So why didn't you say anything?"

She turned round. "Why do look so frightened?"

"I don't."

"I can't believe I had forgotten. Someone told me that she'd been killed. I was at college when the funeral took place. I can't believe he did it."

I nod and walk away. All I want to do is be alone.

The next day I pack. I pack all of my clothes, the drawings I did of Edward, my music. Everything. To return to the big city. I studied one of the drawings of Edward. He was posing near the window, looking out. It made me sad to think that for so long he was looking out of the window, waiting for Kim and then for her not to be there.

"What's that?"

I started and quickly hid the picture away.

Sally walked into the room and sat down next to me on the bed.

"I know we haven't always been close. But this time…I feel like we have been. You seem happier. And you did make me realise how similar we are."

I don't know why, but I burst into tears. Sally puts her arm round me.

"Don't cry," She said in a comforting voice. I had never heard her like this before. "I understand that you don't want to go. But you'll be back next summer."

"But I want to stay. I don't like my parents. They don't care about me. They never have. And it's taken me this long to realise that."

She squeezed my shoulder. "I know they never have. I just didn't know how to speak to you. I know I come across as nasty. But I'm really not. I just…"

I looked at Sally. She looked like my mom, but so much younger.

"I'm sorry."

And I wrapped my arms around her.

That night, when I went to get some milk, I could hear her crying. I didn't want to leave.

The next morning, I received a text from my mom, saying they would be here at ten o'clock. Only two hours and I hadn't said bye to Edward.

"Sally, I'm just going out."

"But they'll be here soon."

"I'll be quick." And I was out of the door.

I ran as fast as I could towards the mansion. I nearly tripped as I ran up the stairs but managed to stay upright. I found Edward staring out of the window. I had forgotten to look up like I usually did. But nothing seemed the same anymore.

"You're out of breath," Edward said.

I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He held his hands up, but eventually I felt them brush against my hair.

"I'm leaving." He stopped.

I looked up at him.

"Why?"

"My parents…they're coming to collect me today."

"Don't…go."

I felt tears sting my eyes. "I don't want to go. But I have no choice."

"When will you come back?"

"Next summer." Edward looked sad again. Just like he had when I found him here.

"But I will be back."

I pulled a piece of paper out of my pocket and gave him my favourite drawing of him. I pinned it up on his fire place with the other magazine cut outs. He followed me over and looked at it.

"It's for you," I told him, putting my arm around his waist. "Something for you to remember me by."

I hugged him again and kissed him. When he pulled away he held me in his arms.

"Good bye." He said.

I shook my head. "Not goodbye. Good bye means forever. I'll see you soon, Edward."

And with that I let him go and ran down the stairs. I looked up at the window and saw him there. I waved but I had to run for I had started to cry.

Edward's POV

Goodbye means forever. I'll see you soon Edward. I watched as she ran through the gate. She would no longer come here. She would no longer tell me about herself or what she'd been up to. It would seem I was paying no attention lately. But I couldn't stop thinking about Kim. She was gone, just like my father. She wouldn't wake up.

I turned to the drawing. But Emily would be back. She told me she would. She didn't say good bye. I walked over to the fireplace and began carving into the wall.

The name EMILY joined Kim's name.

"I'll see you soon, Emily." I whispered to myself

"Come on darling, we have another plane to catch."

Mom opened the car door and stepped into the car. Russell was in the back, jumping around. Dad looked bored as ever.

Aunt Sally looked at my mom with a horrible look. No longer an envious look. It was a loathing look. I loathed her too.

"I know I never normally say this but…if you feel lonely, just give me a call or email me, which ever you prefer."

I nodded and gave her a hug.

"See you next year kiddo." Sally whispered.

I let go and ran to the car. I'd just about shut my door and dad was already driving away.

"So, did you have a great time?" My dad asked with little enthusiasm.

"Yeah, I certainly did." I replied, watching the mansion in the rear view mirror become smaller and smaller.