Summary: Jimmy is having a town load of problems. After the accident, no one trusted him not even his friends. What about Cindy? What happened to her? Does she still trust him?

Disclaimer: I don't own it, I don't own it, I don't own it, and I don't own it! You get my point. Hopefully.

Author Note: Um, uh, um, hi. Guess that didn't work well just R&R peeps. Oh, yeah. It might be confusing from the constant change from first to third person views from the different parts of the story told by various people of the story. (Yes, that sentence was to also utterly confuse you people.)

Title: The Accident

Chapter: One

Author: SiameseWhiteFoxx

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-Jimmy's POV-

I don't really know how it all happened. I guess it all started with the day I was born. I don't know why I hate my life but that's the best reason I have. With everything I had done in my past. With all that I'd done in the future. All was the same I guess. I still hate my life. Even to this day.

I remember everything that had happened throughout my whole life. I mean, how could I not? I am a genius and I have a photographic memory. Everything I did I felt like I did it wrong. Everything. Wrong. My life wasn't like that until I hit 13. Then my whole world changed that day. No longer into what I had been. Sure I still make stuff just not as much. I redid my room and lab too. I got quieter and stayed in the shadows. I don't talk to anyone, hardly. Maybe Carl and Sheen still. Sometimes Cindy tried to talk to me. But that was Cindy so it didn't mater. Otherwise we hardly spoke to one another. I hated that. I think I'm beginning to like her more than I had liked her although I never said anything about it.

I looked at myself in my bathroom mirror. I'd changed over the years. Now 15 years old, standing at 5 feet 10 inches, and my hair is shorter too. It's not up in that stupid look it had been in for a large portion of my pathetic life. It's somewhat like Sheen's only, longer, and taller but not spiked today. No. It was flat, black, and my bangs hung over my crystal ocean blue eyes. I didn't care what color it was now. It never mattered. I thought people might like it better died black but I guess I was wrong. That wasn't going to change my mind on it though.

My head wasn't as huge as it had been. Over the years it began to look and grow more normal but I'm still as smart as ever. My whole personality had changed too. I was more quiet and shy. Not outgoing and loud as I used to be.

My room and lab looked different too. My room had the lower half of the walls black and the upper gray. In-between the two colors was a silver border with a metallic red atom design type thing that I still like. When you open the door to my room you see a black bunk bed with a night stand next to the bottom bunk and a platform for a nightstand hanging from the wall to the right of the upper bunk directly above the real night stand. Next to the nightstand was a lone computer desk that was connected to two other desks, as one on both ends at a 90-degree angle with a computer of course, and then there was the door to the bathroom. Across from that was my walk in closet looking similar to the rest of my room color wise. Then there was my other desk only like a long tall table because it had a TV in the back right corner next to the wall part that extended out and other things on it like a Onyx colored Gamecube with four Onyx controllers that I hardly play anymore, the remote to the TV, a stereo next to the TV too. All of my inventions were in my newly improved lab.

My lab looks a lot more different too. Sure the clubhouse is still wood but the inside of it is pretty cool I guess. When you enter the clubhouse you see on the left a computer desk with a computer. On the right is a cool couch that stretches along both front and back of the clubhouse as well as the whole right side. In the empty space by the couch is a titanium round table. To the left of that is a little tiny table type platform that had the flat-screen TV on it. And finally in the middle, well more towards the left in front of the door is a rug that covers the entrance to the lab. When you move the rug there's a little red button that you push with you foot for the round, clear glass elevator with a flat iron top and bottom on it. You open the glass door with iron handle and the elevator does the rest. You come into this little titanium room, like the rest of the lab that was just for the elevator. You exited the door and walked across the 25-foot bridge type thing to the main room. The room below the bridge was where I made a lot of my inventions. The main room was pretty big. A big round table in the middle with four chairs around it, the main computer I enhanced directly to the left against the wall, and the other doors. One door was to the left wall, one to the back wall across from the main computer and two to the right. The one on the left was a storage place of all of my smaller inventions. The back one was the entrance to the elevator. The doors on the right were, a door to the bathroom that had one stall and one sink in it. The other one was an extra bedroom type thing. When you entered the room you saw a smooth red leather psychiatrist bed and two chairs by it with a small wooden table in-between them. To the far right back corner was a bunk bed like the one in my room with the nightstands the same way. Connected to the bottom nightstand were some kitchen counters that stretched to the other wall across the bunk bed. The was a refrigerator in the far front right corner, a little space in-between the fridge and the stove type thing to the left of the fridge. Above it all were cupboards. I spent a lot of time in this room. I've even slept in this room more than at home in my real room. I guess it's sort of like an escape place. Just to get away from everything.

I never fight with Cindy Vortex anymore. I hardly talk to her at all. It kills me though. I mean. I know it sounds weird even to me but I always enjoyed her company. Not when we fought back then but now when we don't fight. We haven't for two whole years. I think I kind of like that part. I enjoy her company almost like I like her or something. She knows I hate my life. She doesn't know of my strong suicidal thoughts though. But, she's just always been there for some reason. She was probably the only freshman that helped me at all. Like today in the halls of the high school.

-Flashback-

I had been having a rough day with Nick being a jerk and all of the upper classman and bullies picking on me too. I was sitting in the hall on the top step crying silently with tears streaming down my cheeks. I was thinking to myself, hating the world, hating my life, and hating everything. I was alone. In the middle of a class I refused to go to, and then I heard footsteps. Her footsteps. She sat down next to me. I tried not to look at her. I refused but I couldn't help to look. She was beautiful after all. She had permanently died her hair red. (The natural hair color red. The one that looks orange just to clarify that.) It looked good on her and it matched her emerald-green eyes. She'd changed a lot over the years like I had. I know I liked that, and still do.

"Jimmy, what's wrong?" She asked so calmly you wouldn't believe it was really her speaking. I looked back down before looking at her again.

"Everything." I muttered to her under my breath although she still heard me. I don't know why I answered her.

"Not everything can be wrong. Really, what is it?" She had a deep concerning sound coming from her voice.

"I just really hate my life." I told her looking down again. She didn't look shocked or anything similar that. She never said that I shouldn't. She just simply asked,

"Why?" I looked at her when she spoke this time.

'Why did it matter to her? Why did she want to know? She wouldn't care about what I thought. Why now? Did she really care?' I asked myself in thought. My whole face changed. No longer sad or unhappy. I wasn't mad either. I looked at her calmly as the tears left my eyes. I didn't know. Not what to say or do, for the first time in my life. I really didn't know.

"I…uh…I…um…I…I…don't know." I finally said stuttering. (Stu, stu, stutter! I like saying that. It's fun!) I thought she would smile at that. 'The great Jimmy Neutron actually not knowing the answer to a question.' To my surprise, she didn't smile.

"You can't really say you don't know, Jimmy. I mean; there has to be some reason why you hate your life so name one." Cindy told me.

"All the other guys are just mean to me. They pick on me and call me nasty names." I said to her.

"Well they're not making fun of your head like they used too. You've grown and changed and you look normal. You're still just as smart as ever now but you don't look like a bigheaded pain in the ass genius like you used too. So they don't like the new you. They didn't like the old you either. I know I sort of like the new you. It's better than the old you. But don't let that get to you." Cindy told me getting quieter when stating the 3rd to last sentence slightly blushing. Was she somewhat flirting with me while trying to make me feel better or did she just say that to make me feel better? I know she normally doesn't do that but it's been different over the years. She's been a little nicer to me but how would I know? I hardly talk to her at all.

"You really think that?" I asked her.

"Well, sure." She said to me.

"How?"

"I think they pick on you because you're different."

"What about you?" I asked her.

"I used to pick on you then for a lot of reasons. That was one of them." She spoke.

"What were some others?" I asked in curiosity. She looked down blushing.

"I'd rather not say. I might offend you more."

"Oh." I said quietly. I started thinking on the possibilities.

'Was it because she likes me? No, that can't be it could it? No, she hates me. But still. Could she? Maybe, maybe she does but I still doubt that. Maybe I could find out for myself. I could talk to Libby. She'd know. If Cindy did, I could tell her. Tell her how I feel about her. But if she doesn't and I tell her, I'd make a fool of myself. Maybe I could tell her now. She hates me though. She'd probably slap me or do something like that. I'd better not.' I thought. I looked at the clock down the hall. 10 minuets before the bell rang. That was still a lot of time.

"Hey, Neutron." Cindy started saying raising her head.

"Huh?" I asked.

"From the sounds of it, I feel like your not telling me something. Do you wanna meet after school and talk or something?" She asked. I was surprised. She never, I mean never would ask anything like that.

"Um, sure." I said a little nervously while wondering why I was nervous. With that she got up and started to walk away. I got up and jogged to catch up with her.

"Um, Cindy." I started. She turned around. We were a few feet away from each other. "Thanks." I finished.

"It was no big deal." She had started before getting right into my face with an angry look on her face. (Jimmy, sweat drop thingy!) "And if anyone finds out that I was nice to you, I'll mess you up so bad, you'll won't want to look in the mirror ever again. Got it?" She said showing me a fist.

"Ok, I got it. I won't tell." I told her and she walked away. I watched her disappear behind the school halls as she turned the corner and smiled.

-End Flashback-

Now I'm sitting in my lab wondering when she'll show. A part of me wants to talk to her. But, the other part is afraid. Afraid I'll do something stupid, and right in front of her. 'Knock, knock, knock.' I look up and wonder why I can't move. I'm looking at the clock. It's 8:45, and dark too. I mean it is fall. It's starting to get darker sooner. I walked over the elevator and went up to the main clubhouse part of it and stood in front of the door wondering if I should open the door. I saw her starting to walk away through the window with the look of disappointment on her face. I ran to the door and opened it slowly. She stopped dead in her tracks.

"Were you going to go and not say goodbye?" I asked her. She turned.

"I didn't think you were going to show." She told me. I think I was starting to regret putting that pocketknife of mine in my pant pocket. I wanted to die so badly. I was beginning to think she could be the one to see my pain as I died. But what did I know? I wasn't thinking at all.

"Do you, do you want to go walk for a while?" Cindy asked me. I nodded my head and we started to walk.

"So, uh, what do you wanna talk about?" I asked as we walked across the street to another block.

"What's going on with you Jimmy?" She asked in a serious tone.

"What do ya mean?" I asked looking at her. She looked back with a worried look on her face.

"I don't really know. I never really thought about it. I know I've changed and I'm different but I don't know why." I told her. She didn't buy it.

"You do too. You just don't want to tell me do you?" I looked at her and gulped. She drove me right into a corner. She was right. I didn't want to say anything, especially to her.

"Well, it's just, it's just..." I didn't have the words. I didn't know what to say to her.

"Just what?" She asked as we kept going.

"It's just that everything I'd done in the past I messed up so badly. My inventions are just stupid. I don't why I even made them anyway. It was just stupid. I mess up everything. Everyone hates me because of it and me too." I said to her. She looked at me like she wanted to slap me. She did. Her right hand came flying to the left side of my face. She smacked me hard enough to where my face was looking at the ground. I looked down at her. Tears. Tears were coming from her eyes. She, she was, was she crying? Crying and looking at me with a death glare. I was giving her the same look only without the tears. All of a sudden from the dark clouds covering the sky, it began to sprinkle.

"Don't you ever dare say that again. No one hates you. I already told you that. You should know that I don't hate you. I never hated you. Hate is a strong word. I don't ever want to hear you say that again." She said angrily.

"What the hell was the slap for then huh?" I asked raising my voice while talking.

"You deserved it!"

"What for!" I hollered.

"For your attitude and the way you were thinking!" She screamed. I wanted to call her a bitch. I really did. But, I couldn't. It'd be too crewel. I couldn't help myself though.

"Bitch! You're the reason I hate my life!" I yelled at her wishing I hadn't. Her eyes got wide for a second. I could see more tears falling. Her eyes narrowed.

"Well fine, I take it back! I HATE YOU TOO!" She yelled and turned around to walk away. I just watched her as she walked, walked out of my view of sight in this rain. Soon the rain began to pour.

The thing I didn't know was that she had stopped. Stopped just far enough away to watch. Watch me kill myself. Without thinking I pulled out the pocketknife out and flipped the blade out. I slit my wrist but I didn't hit it where I wanted to. I cut myself over and over all over myself. Finally I just screamed as I stabbed myself in the chest. I knelt down in pain as I held the knife with both hands before pulling it out. I couldn't breathe well after that. It hurt so badly but I didn't care. If I succeeded I'd be happy. I knew I would but then again, what about Cindy? I was starting to regret what I'd done. Especially, when I saw her running, as fast as she could towards me. It was right before I fell down and lost consciousness.

-End Jimmy's POV-

-Cindy's POV-

He had started to scare me from the beginning. Since he changed I had been spying on him a little just to find out what was wrong with him. Now he had to do this. I didn't care that he hated me. I just wanted him to live. I was in such shock though; it took me a while to find my cell-phone to call for help.

"911 what's your emergency?" The lady on the other side spoke.

"Help! Somebody! Anybody! My friend just tried to kill himself! He stabbed himself and he's bleeding all over!" Cindy screamed into the phone tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't help it. This was Jimmy were.

"Ok, I'm going to need you to calm down miss ok?" The lady told her.

"Ok." Cindy replied.

"I need you to give me your name ok?" The lady asked.

"Yes, it's Cindy. Cindy Vortex." Cindy told her.

"Alright, Cindy. Can you tell me where you are?" She asked Cindy.

"Yes, I'm at the intersection of 28th Avenue and Sycamore Street, Retroville."

"Is he still breathing?" Cindy knelt down and felt for a pulse in his neck.

"Yes." She responded.

"Ok Cindy, I'll send some help ok? Just stay where you are alright?"

"Yes, ok. I will." She cried.

"It's going to be ok, just stay on the line until someone comes ok?" The lady told her. Cindy fell to her knees, crying for about five minuets before she heard sirens.

"I can here them." She told the lady.

"Ok I'm going to let you go. Remember, it's going to be alright."

"Yes, ok. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." After that Cindy hung up as the cops and the ambulance drove up. The people got out of their cars and got Jimmy in the ambulance as fast as they could.

"You all right miss?" An officer asked her as she got to her feet.

"Yes, I'm fine. What about Jimmy? Is he going to be alright?"

"He should be all right thanks to you. You may have well just have saved his life right now. I'm sure he'll be fine. Why don't we take you home?" He assured her.

"No, no I don't wanna go home! I wanna stay with him!" She cried out. "Please! I just want him to be ok. I never meant for any of this to happen. It's my fault! I have to tell him I'm sorry. I never meant what I said! Jimmy I don't hate you! You're like my best friend." She fell down again whispering the last part.

"Alright you can go with him but we have to contact you parents and his when we get to the hospital alright?" He told her. She got up.

"Thank you." She said as she got in the back of the ambulance. They closed the doors and started off for the hospital. I looked at him.

'Jimmy, I'm sorry.' I told him from inside my head. I know he can't hear me so there was no point in telling him now.

-End Cindy's POV-

Author Note: End of chappy one. Sorry it's so sad. I didn't know what to write but it will get better later on though. I hope you enjoyed it! R&R people! SWF ;p