A.N. So hey everybody. I realize it has been awhile since I have written a story on here. Well I'm kind of busy with another story, about this band that I love, and it is on Wattpad. Sorry. And also sorry if this story sucks; it's my first Fairly Odd Parents fanfic EVER, so go easy on me :) Reviews are of course encouraged, and flames will go where they belong, the fire place. Sorry chappy one is so slow :/ I promise it gets better (jk it sucks why are you reading)

TRIGGER WARNING; Self harm and eating disorders. It is some heavy action, and I do not want to trigger anybody. On the contrary, nobody EVER try any of these things. It really can screw a person up. Believe me.

IMPORTANT NOTICE; Since this story deals with the topics of inner demons and the like, I had to distinguish between Timmy's thoughts, and his subconscious. So,

This is thoughts

This is that reject inner demon/ subconscious.

Also, I do not own FOP, I'm not making any money, yadda, yadda, yadda, and, ON WITH THE STORY.

The young 15 year old shoved the key in the lock and turned it, listening carefully for the little "click". He pushed open the door and walked inside, or rather squished; he was soaked to the bone due to the fact he had to walk home in the rain because he missed the bus. It had been a long week; Francis picked on the poor sophomore every day (even though they were currently in high school), Crocker failed him numerous times, and Tootie would just not leave him alone. But everything was okay for now, it was finally the weekend, and he had two relaxing days ahead of him. Or, so he thought, until he turned to the left and saw four large suitcases packed and near the door.

"Mom? Dad?" Timmy questioned, squeaking further into the home.

"Hey son!" Mr. Turner said, walking into the room from the kitchen with a sandwich in his hands. "We're just on our way out. Come on honey, we don't want to miss our flight!" He yelled up the stairs as his mother raced down them at a shocking speed, pushing the teen out of her way and picking up her suitcases.

"Wait, where are you guys going? It's the weekend!" Timmy said, trying to dampen his voice with any emotion he could grasp onto- worry, concern, sad- anything other than the monotone that was escaping his lips. At this point, he just didn't care anymore.

"Oh, we're going on our second honeymoon!" They said in unison, and began laughing. Yeah, their fifth second honeymoon this year. Mrs. Turner continued, "Vicky should be here soon to watch you for the next few weeks or so. Be sure to lock up when you leave for school. There's money in the cookie jar for food. See you later!" And with that being thrown over their shoulders, they departed.

He did not make an attempt to move towards the window to watch them pull out of the drive way. It was run of the mill for them to leave him, and he knew better than to actually expect Vicky to come these days. She usually came on the last day, and that was just to collect her pay.

He let out a long sigh. "Cosmo, Wanda, you can come out. They're gone." Timmy spoke, but the only response he got was the groan of the aging house. They aren't home either. No one is. No one ever is.

Timmy dragged himself and his backpack up the stairs and into his bedroom. "Guys?" He whispered. He could really use them right now. Not just for wishing, but for a friendly face. His Godparents had been quite busy lately with Poof, leaving Timmy to fend for himself most days. Poof was now a 4 year old, and he was starting pre-school up in fairy world. Cosmo and Wanda spent most of their day busy with that.

And it didn't bother Timmy.

Okay, of course it bothered him.

Now, don't fret, Timmy loves his younger god brother. Sometimes he just wishes he could have a few moments with just Cosmo, Wanda, and himself- together- like they used to.

His Godparents had been so busy and distracted lately, they did not even notice their godchild slowly slipping away. Timmy had not eaten the average three square meals a day in months, and he had lost a bit of weight off that. His clothes were a lot looser now due to it. He also had developed depression somewhere along the line, and had begun to self harm.

Not like anyone would notice or care though. They're all too busy to deal with a pathetic, moronic, VILE waste like me.

Timmy figured that the three floating fairies would not be home for a while, so he went to the bathroom to shower. He grabbed the blade he kept hidden in a notch under the sink and, after he was clean, swiped a few quick lines across his leg. The child had only planned to do two, but soon two turned to four and four to ten. They were short and pretty shallow, but he could see the little blood dots bubble up to the surface, and even though a couple of tears dripped down his face, he could not help but feel calm. He deserved it after all.

Wanting your Godparents to ditch their son to spend time with you? How selfish!

The water grew cold, and Timmy got out. He yielded the bleeding to stop fairly quickly; it was kind of sad how fast he could do it. And he did such a good job of disposing the evidence; these secrets were his to keep. The secret of him not eating. The secret of cutting. He slid on his sweat pants over the still fresh cuts, threw on a ratty t-shirt he had been sleeping in for seemingly ever, and brushed his teeth. While in mid-brush, he quietly padded over to the door to see if he could hear any talking.

Nothing.

He spit the excess toothpaste and ran a brush through his chestnut hair. "Good enough." He muttered. Reaching into the medicine cabinet and grabbing the bottle of Advil P.M., he slung his head back and popped four. The only way to get that beautiful thing called "sleep".

The trek from the bathroom to his bedroom seemed longer than normal. All Timmy wants his to curl up in his warm bed, but the cold creaky floors and the dark rooms surrounding him make him wish he just would have stayed in the bathroom.

Next thing Timmy knew, he was on his bed, curled up in his nice warm comforter. It was dark and silent in his room. He had planned on doing his homework, but obviously that was not going to happen.

Music! "I wish-" He stated, but silence consumed him when he realized he was alone. He contemplated getting up and turning on YouTube on his computer, but thought against it. So he lied there, staring at the ceiling- dwelling in his thoughts about what his life had become. He did this often throughout the course of other sleepless nights, when he did not wish to wake anyone.

Mom and Dad don't give a rat tooth about me; they never really did though. Vicky has even realized how worthless I am. Maybe I should just off myself. I mean, I barely see any of my "friends" anymore. AJ got moved up two grades and Chester got held back. I only see them during lunch and they all have their own little friend group now. They would not miss me, and even if they did they would get over it.

I guess Crocker isn't that bad of a teacher, he likes seeing me miserable and failing and publicly humiliating me, but on my high school transcript it says I have maintained a B average in his classes. It's decent. He might miss me a little, just for the lack of anyone to fail, and his obsession with my Godparents.

Trixie is a true piece of work. She is just a brainless bully. I don't even care about her reaction if I were to kill myself.

Tootie still won't leave me alone. There are so many guys out there better than me that would go great with her. I think she is finally starting to realize it, and it kind of worries me. She's one of the few people left that is a true fan of me. She would miss me, but move on eventually as well.

Francis is just a- certain word that I shouldn't even think. He'll find other kids to bully. He would be happy that I'm gone.

Then there's Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof. They would miss me.

No they wouldn't.

Yeah, actually they would.

No they would not. Think about how you got them in the first place. It's their job to be your Godparents. You think they had a choice? No. Jorgen just stuck them with your pathetic, selfish butt.

No!

Don't "No!" me! You know it's true, Turner!Timmy could feel the tears spring from his eyes.Oh, is the baby going to cry now?He rolled over to face the window and punched his bed once as he cried.

You're right. They don't want me. They have a happy family all on their own. They don't need me anymore. They never needed me.

"I'm sorry guys, I'm so, so sorry." He whispered, looking out his window at the dark neighborhood.

He rolled his head to the side to check the time. 6:30 P.M. the digitized letters read. He flipped back over to his original position, his back to the room, and willed himself to stop whimpering. They would be home soon, and he did not want them to worry.

Timmy's ear perked up slightly when a poofing noise was heard, and the two voices started talking.

"Hey Timmy!" The two voices yelled in unison.

He watched in the window reflection as the two stopped, looked around with a confused expression, and finally began to slowly come closer to his supposedly sleeping form. He closed his eyes and calmed his breathing to play the part.

I can't believe how good I've gotten at lying and pretending. Even to my closest fam- FRIENDS.

"Aw, poor Timmy's all tuckered out. He probably had such a rough day today." Wanda said, concern kneading into her voice.

"Yeah, should we wake him up and tell him the news?" Cosmo replied, a little too loudly.

"Cosmo, sh!" Wanda berated, floating closer to Timmy and placing her hand on his back. "We'll tell him in the morning."

Tell me what? Are they leaving me? Please, no! I need you!

Yeah, but they don't need you. In the end, it does not even matter. You do not even matter.

Timmy stretched slightly and rolled onto his stomach and buried his face further into the pillow for precautionary purposes.

He felt Wanda remove her hand. "Come on sweetie, let's go to bed. Poof is probably already fast asleep." The female voice spoke, and it sounded quite relieved.

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Cosmo replied, and after that the room fell quiet once again.

Timmy rolled back onto his side and quietly cried. His sub conscience was right.

Why should they come back to me? I'm just an ungrateful rude kid who wallows in self pity. I'm so pathetic. I can't even find a reason to get out of bed most days. Why should I force them to stick around when I am nothing special? When I have nothing to offer? They have a family now, and I am just standing in the way of that.

And even with hot tears racing down his face, he somehow managed to cry himself to sleep.