A bloody Secret – 1 - Sleep

Hi everyone! Wow, i can't believe that I got back into Kim Possible! I mean its great! And even better... i am suddently a huge KimxRon shipper... my bestfriend Aleego was liek, "WHAT?" rofl Course for all my buddies who are big DrakkenxShego shippers with, dont worrrrrryyyyy i still love them for evah! Their still my faviorte couple, probably of all time xD Oh besides HelgaxArnold from Hey Arnold, but nywayyyyy haha.

This story just for starters... its going to be sad,I mean, yeah its going to be 'scary' and, scary! lol ; You can all go thank teh wonderful Jao and her amazing KxRon fanfic called 'Paragon' hehehe xD i swear that story made me a kimxron shipper... a FANFIC! --faints-- ! xD You guys have to read it, i swear it will totally change you --cries because of what happened-- --whipes tears and continues to type--

I hope you all will enjoy this fanfic of mine. I will update when i can. School starts tomorrow, so yes i might be able to write on the weekends this winter, when i have time, going into 10th grade, i have to make sure my grades are good ! Thanks again for all my wonderful, i mean, beatiful, wonderful and the warmhearted readers who have been with me since DAY 1 on ... and read everything i wrote. --whipes tear of happyness--... "i love you guys!" I do! I will be updating my other DxS - fanfics - TT - Avatar - in the process of a new one, debating on it, - when i have time. They're always on my mind, and i always get new idea's, and I will finish them xD! Enjoy teh story guys, and please review ! They really brighten up my day... Enjoy everyone!

It's been a month since I heard his voice. Ron Stoppable's that is… My best friend. He's gone… and so am I. Days at school aren't like they use to be anymore… no, no their not. I dropped out, dropped out because of my depression over his death. My loss and his loss of life. My name is Kim. Kimberley Ann Possible and I use to save the world. That was, before he left me. Ron died trying to save me. I was stuck; in a burning building… he was my fireman… and he always will be. My life will never be the same, why the hell am I even writing this piece of shit!

Kim Possible pounded her fits on her forehead and crumpled the unfinished note that lay before and threw it into a trashcan that sat next to her desk. Tears burst out from her eyes as she dropped her head on the table and screamed in agony and anger.

"Why Ron! Why did you have to leave me, damit! Ron… I want you back! RON! RON, RON RON, RON!" Kim was getting hysterical.

Moments later her mother came rushing into her room and scooped her up into her open arms. Kim cried harder as her mother 'shushed' her tenderly and rubbed her back. "Its okay sweetie, its okay."

"N-no!" Kim cried into her mother shirt, "No, its not okay mom… I-I miss him more than anything! N-no one has no idea how much he meaned to me!" Kim sobbed.

She raised her head and bit her lower lip as she searched her mother's expression. Her lower lip was quivering as she too started to cry. "I miss Ronald too sweetie, I really do. We have to move on though, you know that,"

"No!" Kim screamed and pushed her away. Grabbing her book bag that lay on her bed she hurried down the stairs and out into the night. Kim tripped on her way out and scrapped her knee. She let out a screech of pain and rolled onto her back. Seconds later her mother came hurrying out after her, and her husband following her. Kim pushed them both away as if she was crazy and going into a mental institution.

"Let me go, please! I, I beg of you both!"

"Come on Kim! You need some sleep! You haven't slept in a week, and we need to clean your knee!" Her father gritted his teeth as he pulled her into the house and sat her down in a chair. Once seated, Kim glanced around, noticing things that she never noticed before. Her large glassy eyes seemed to be fresh and clean as they saw splattered on the walls, what looked to be fresh blood. She let out a scream and fell back onto the floor.

"Kim!" Her mother gasped, and hurried over to her. Picking her up by under her arms, Kim struggled and kicked her bloody legs in the air.

"I swear, I'll run away! I will find Ron! He was kidnapped, damit! I k-know he was! I want him back! He didn't die in a fire!"

"James! Call 911, Kim is getting hysterical!"

"No!" Kim screamed, more tears flying out of her eyes. Her father nodded quickly and hurried to the living room to make the call. "I just want; I just want my Ron back."

"You're Ron?" Spoke two voices at the same time, two new bodies entered the room. Standing behind Kim's mother were her twin brothers, Jim and Tim.

"Go back up to your room boys, we're having some issues with Kimmie right now, please!"

Jim and Tim stood frozen as they watched their mature and almost an adult teenaged sister kick and fight for her life.

"Are you okay Kim?" Jim asked. There was softness and gentleness in his voice, which made Kim relax a bit.

"N-no! Mom and Dad are c-calling the police! Their going to send me to a m-m-mental hospital, no!" She screamed and grabbed onto her mother, crying harder.

Both boys gasped and ran over to their mother, tugging on her pants.

"Boys, go back up stairs, now!" She growled. Jim and Tim looked worried as they backed away. They had never heard their mother use that kind of tone of voice with them.

"W-we just want to be with Kim… please?" They asked almost in a begging tone, shivering in fear. Running out of the room, Mrs. Possible called back to them.

"Okay…fine, you can go upstairs with Kim. Help her into her bed, and no Kimmie, we're not sending you to a mental institution. We just want a doctor to come and … see if everything is okay."

"Liar!" Kim spat at her mother angrily and hurried up the stairs, her younger brothers at her feet. Stomping into her room she hopped onto her bed and burst into a batch of fresh new tears.

Jim and Tim just stood in the door way, watching their tired and pained sister moan and sob into her fluffy gray pillow.

"Kim?" Tim asked softly, making his way over to her bed, but Kim just waved her hand in his direction. "Go away, p-please, just let me be."

"C'mon, let's go build something to blow up the house with." Jim suggested, trying to make things better for the two of them and Tim nodded with a smile, and they left, leaving Kim alone with her sorrow and anger. Kim's eyes started to itch and her head started to ache as she slowly lifted her heavy head from her wet pillow and glanced at the photo that rested on the night table next to her bed. Snatching it off and cuddling it in her arms she rolled onto her back and held it above her face in the air.

"R-Ron! W-where are you!" She cried as she pulled the picture out from its glass case and kissed where Ron was standing. The picture was taken when they were graduating from 8th grade. Ron was on top of Kim, acting like a goof and pulling at her pointy graduation hat and Kim was scowling from the pain that she was receiving. Kim clamped her eyes shut and started to whisper his name out again and again, hoping just hoping that when she would daze off into her magical dreams, she would be with Ron again…

"Ron, could you please get off my back, it really hurts!" Snarled a younger and childish Kim Possible.

"Oh, sure Kim!" A younger and geeker looking Ron jumped off her back and patted her sore shoulders, "I mean I just can't believe this is the day we graduate from eight grade! Next year, one word, HIGH SCHOOL!"

"Ron, that's two words."

"Oh, yeah, my bad." Ron blushed, Kim just rolled her eyes.

"Hey," She started as they went for a walk through the park around Kim's school, "When is your Nana coming down, I mean, she is going to be here for Graduation, isn't she?"

Ron just shrugged and watched as a tiny squirrel dropped his nut and hurried into a tree to hide from him, "I really don't know. Nana and Mom have been fighting a lot, erm, KP,"

"Yeah?"

"Don't say anything, please."

"Oh! Don't worry Ron, I'll keep it safe, you know me, I can keep secrets safe."

"Thanks Kim," Ron smiled and put his hand back on her shoulder. Looking deep into her green eyes he gulped hard, and started to lean in, as if he was going to kiss her.

"R-Ron, wh-what are you,"

"Kids! Come on, their about to start the ceremony, come on!" Mrs. Possible was running down the steep grassy hill and then dragged them back up. Kim looked at Ron who was laughing, showing off his braces and Kim laughed too, showing off hers as well.

"I know we'll never forget this day, huh? You ready?" She asked as soon as they reached the top of the hill, adjusting Ron's graduation hat.

He nodded and scooped her into his arms, a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Ron, you're crying?"

"No, um, just crying because I'm happy Kim… nothing big."

Kim tilted her head and raised an eyebrow, "Okkkkay? I didn't know boys cry."

"Well, they do. Everyone dose, now c'mon!" Ron laughed and blushed as he wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled her to where their seats were, the ceremony was about to begin…

"Kim… Kim, wake up sweetheart, the doctor is here to check on you." Spoke her mother's voice, breaking Kim's dream as she shot up with a gasp in her bed and looked around. Standing at the end of her bed was a pudgy, short man. He had a short beard that was black and his eyes were shinning brightly. He set down is black leather brief case and smiled and walked over to where Kim was lying.

"Hello Ms. Possible, my name is Doctor Micworth, and I am going to just check your eyes and things like that. Just think of it as a little checkup. I am also going to give you some medication too make to feel a lot better and get some sleep."

"But I just had a nap,"

"Do not argue with him Kim." Her father warned, his eyes were piercing down upon her. She gulped and slightly nodded her head.

"Open please… ah yes, I see, now the other one. Good! Now I will be checking your throat and your noise and, your skin."

"Excuse me?" Kim asked, in a confused tone.

"What the doctor means sweetie, is that he is going to check the skin on your arms, and your legs, to see if there are any signs that make it look like you were, um…"

"Trying to hurt yourself. Suicide is the word."

Kim's face went white and her eyes turned to dark slits, "That's bull,"

"Kimberly!" Her mother gasped, she never heard her daughter talk in such language.

"I never would hurt myself. Oh let me guess, you all expect to see burses and cuts, dry cuts and dry blood, ways for me to get to R-Ron! Is that it!" Kim cried, tears started to drip down her face again. Her mother grabbed a tissue and rocked her back and forth.

"Erm, not to be nosey, but who is Ron?" Doctor Micworth asked curiously. Kim's father dug his hands into her back pant pockets and made his way over to Kim's bed.

"Ron," he whispered, "Ron, was uh, Kim's best friend. He passed away recently… they were very close."

"We were more then close," Kim whispered, clamping her eyes shut and pulling her smooth legs up to her chest.

"I see. I am sorry to hear that Ms. Possible, now, may I finish my job?"

Kim hesitated for a minute and looked at both her parents. She then realized that the more she fought and the more she cried when they were around, it was just making them sadder and depressed to see their daughter in such pain and agony.

"Yes," Kim whispered, scooting her way over to him and letting him look at her arms and legs. "Everything okay?"

"Perfect!" The doctor smiled, "Now! I am going to recommend you take these pills Ms. Possible. Two times everyday. Once in the evening and once in the morning, I mean, ah yes I said it backwards, you know what I mean though."

Her father chuckled, trying to bring some happiness into the room as the doctor scribbled down the name of the pills and dose ect.

"Good, I'll be back Jane; I am going to get this prescription filled and ill bring home a pizza. Kim, would you like that?" Her dad asked, as he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"Yeah-yeah that would be good… thanks."

An hour after the doctor left, Kim was still laying on her bed, tears flowing out of the corner of her eyes, not as much as before though. Her dry lips were moving ever so slightly and her hands were rested on her flat stomach. Her toes twitched through her white socks every couple of minutes.

"Ron… Ron… Ron… Ron…" She would repeat over and over again.

The sun was starting to set and her room was getting darker, but Kim didn't even notice. She knew that she would never see Ron again. She would only be able to feel him and hear his distant voice in her dreams, so she decided it was better than nothing. Rolling over to her side, she closed her eyes and moved them around in their sockets. That's when it hit Kim.

'Why did I see all that blood on the wall?' Kim thought as she sat up immediately, glancing at her door. It had given her chills. Jumping off her bed in her fighting position, she quietly slipped downstairs; making sure no one was there. Walking into the living room she studied hard at the white wall where she watched the blood flow and seep from the ceiling.

"I-I must have been hallucinating, I mean, I had to of been." She whispered to herself, as a hand touched her shoulder and she let out a scream, spinning around. Standing before her was Ron. His face was black and blue. His hair was wet and tears were streaming down his light blue face. She had never seen him like this before; she had never seen him, dead.

"Hi Kim…it's me." He whispered reaching out to stroke the side of her face, but her body collapsed before he could even touch her.

Wandering around upstairs, Kim's mother got worried when she found that her daughter wasn't anywhere to be seen. She was bringing her a slice of pizza.

"James, I can't find," She screamed and hurried back downstairs, only to find her daughters limp body in the next room. "James!" She cried, her husband appeared a second later.

"Kim!" They both gasped in horror as he picked his daughter up and carried her over to the living room sofa.

"I need you to get some water, fast!" He instructed, Kim's mother then hurried out of the room and came back in a moment later with a moist rag for her daughter's forehead.

"S-she fainted, right?" She asked, out of breath.

Her husband nodded and rubbed his aching forehead. "I don't know what we're going to do with her. I mean, it's been a month since…you know."

"Ronald's death, yes, but… she is tearing herself apart! She is tearing this whole family apart James! Why do you think she fainted, do you think she saw something?" Her mother cried and hugged her husband as they watched their daughter sleep.

"It's what she needs most." She whispered, stroking some hair out of Kim's closed eyes.

"Huh?"

"Sleep, James… sleep. That's what she needs."

"Oh, right. You go; I think I'm going to watch over Kim for a while." He instructed as his wife kissed her daughters head and left the room quietly, taking the damp rag with her.

"Kim… my little Kimmie cup… I promise we'll get you better… I promise." Her father whispered as he too leaned down and kissed her forehead. Picking up his paper that he was reading he slumped back into his chair and started to read, keeping his eyes on his daughter, watching her every breath as she slept. Little did he know that when Kim would wake up, she would embark on a journey that would change her life, forever…