This is my first fanfiction yay =) I've put a lot of thought into this for about five months you would think I would have the whole think written by now but its a slow moving process. I'll update as soon as I can but I am going through a lot with my mother being sick. This story has been truly haunting me I had to do something about this idea to get it out of my mind. This is just the beginning I have a lot planned for this story. I'm so sorry this is so short I was debating or posting this at all but I figured i would start forgetting my awesome ideas for this story lol its going to be from the characters POV each chapter their name will begin the chapter. It's like my baby anyway I hope you enjoy it =)
I do not own Hey Arnold!
-Helga-
It was cold Autumn night. I could feel the ice wind against my pale skin as I sit at the window of my room dreaming of a love that will never come true. Not far off I could see Arnold's boarding house. That's the great thing about living in Hillwood. You're three feet there and a thousand miles no where. I don't know why I bother looking at it every night. Wishing isn't going to bring Arnold back from San Lorenzo. It's been six years for crying out loud. It's been six years since we got lost together in the jungle, six years since we rescued his parents from LaSombra., six years since he kissed me.
I sighed as I reached up and touch my lips.
Criminy! I'm becoming a softy.
I walked over to my bed and flopped down on it.
I know it was probably another heat of the moment. He was just thanking me for helping him find his parents. I snuggled closely to the sweater that once belonged to him. He gave this to me when I was cold that night in the jungle. It has long lost his scent from the many times I've slept with it, and cried myself to sleep on it. Love is so selfish. To love someone helplessly for so long only to have them taken from me. I know he needed his parents more so than I needed him. It doesn't fill the part of my heart that's missing.
You think I would lay off the Pirates of The Caribbean movies before bed, but this was much more real than that. This was a dream, the same dream I've been having ever since the day he left me six years ago..
It's like my subconscious was telling me something important..Something bad was about to happen and I could feel it.
I woke up breathless and scared. This dream was the last. I got up out of bed and walked into my closet. Clapped my hands so the lights would come on and fill light to the likeness of my beloved.
"Arnold, even if it kills me I will come find you, somehow, some way I will come to you my love."
I grabbed a good fraction of my clothes and dug in the depths of my closet for my suitcase and started to pack my clothes. Once I finished packing I changed clothes and grabbed the money i've been saving. I headed down the hallway. I stopped in front of my so-called parents bedroom, Bob and Mariam were still asleep I doubt they'll even notice me gone. Things haven't improved much with my parents. I've given up on any sort of affection I've craved from them. I'm just the second child they didn't want. I thought about all the neglect but there were rare moments, very rare moments when they did show some sort of affection for me. Maybe they have trouble expressing love for me as I do Arnold, but then Olga came to mind. Taking my eyes off of my parents and looking into a random mirror hanging on the wall I stare at my reflection. Growing up I'm beginning to look more and more like Olga which I despise. I sighed a long sigh and looked back over to my parents. I whispered softly,
"You did give me life and for that I'm thankful. Goodbye mom goodbye dad. See you in the funny papers."
With that I walked down the stairs and out the door.
"Arnold here I come."
