This is my first fanfic so please be kind. A friend that also writes fanfic has helped me edit my goofs and other things. The stuff written in bold italic is a brief background of what clues you in one what is happening to someone while the rest is a one person's account.
I don't own Hey Arnold
Why be silent my dear friend?
His eyes suddenly focused to her to watch at how she seemed to now shield herself from others, including himself. She seemed to shield herself from her own best friend. When they both were next to one another it was Phoebe who did most of the talking while she simply nodded.
The punishment was swift and the blue eyes were wide.
He knew with a certain amount of guilt it was all on him to the point of why she was acting this way. The girls he known for years seem to hate him now, well at least it seemed as they defended her. As they told him she would never lie about a thing as horrible as that.
She went home for the beating of her life to add insult to injury she almost died.
He saw her lift up her cell phone, and saw her get up to walk away for some privacy to speak to whomever on the phone. Whatever it was about looked important till a smile formed on her face. It was small, but it was enough. He hadn't seen her smile for a long time. Watching her put the phone back, she joined the girls to talk to them.
In intensive care, she suffered. Refused to wake.
He watched as her head turned when a car showed up outside the gate, he recognized it as her Aunt. An Aunt he only seen a few times making her get up to walk over to hold her. Another small smile formed on her face before she touched her face. Was she still in pain after all this time? He hoped not.
Best friend spoke and begged each day for her to open her eyes.
Seeing her Aunt leave after a gentle peck on her forehead, she turned to see him looking at her, and suddenly the darkness enveloped around her as she went back to the safety of her friends. Friends that shielded her. Shielded her from even himself.
Tried to visit, but was refused.
As the bell finally rang, she quickly made her way towards the crowd. He saw she was determined to be lost. Determined to be invisible again. He frowned at that.
Was screamed at and she laid there still suffering. Still unconscious.
He only had a few classes with her and she was an assistant this year in the library this year along with himself. He remembered how the librarian favored her strongly to the point of always calling her 'Sweetheart.' For the librarian such as this to call someone like her that, meant a lot seeing that she also was a guarded person. This was probably why she favored her so well. His once friend was guarded. Always was.
Tried to duck past to run to see her. Talk to her, but was kicked out.
When he noticed something on his cart that shouldn't of been there, he went over to her side to hand to her, the simple glance he gave her she granted was small before she quickly left around the corner. She didn't want to be in his presence any longer. Not that he could blame her.
Spent my time miserable. I failed her. Was comforted by someone else.
A student came in wandering into the section she was in to ask about Greek Mythology and whether it would be useful to read online or here. She was helpful to the point of sounding very poetic. It was mesmerizing to the point that the male student asking her seemed very entranced by her. He didn't get far with her after she handed him a book to check out, when he asked her out, and she politely declined. At least the male wasn't pushy towards her.
That someone else was a wolf in sheeps clothing.
Watching her remove her hair from her hair band that she had in a ponytail, he watched as the hair fell down around her face. It was time for her to fully shield herself from the world again. The once spitfire was killing herself in another way.
They said that this lie was not something she would make up in order to hurt him.
He had to try to reach her again, but was afraid to go near knowing what damage it may cause.
He still went blindly with that wolf believing she was kind, but she was not.
Going over to the other side, he took a chance, he just had to.
It was an assembly when the truth came to light.
She got up on the ladder to put away a couple of books oblivious of him coming over. The way the light shone off that hair he knew she must never blow dry it or put any products in it. She was always natural.
A recording was heard as deadly as it would come.
Coming down quickly, she was surprised to see him there, but there was no scowl in her face just the pain still laying in those blue eyes.
While one danger may of passed another still laid in the bushes waiting to get her.
He knew he was responsible for some of that pain, and the guilt was overwhelming.
The voice, so familiar, and once so sweet sounding held a deadly edge.
She shook her head at him not wanting him to speak to her at all, but he hardly backed down, not even to her. He known her longer after all. Or did he? If he did, he wouldn't of doubted her.
The now wolf was caught threatening her life telling her if she ever woke up, she'll make sure to help her end her life.
He humiliated her so horribly.
The now wolf was caught by the best friend who was in the restroom who came out to record the whole thing.
Bowing his head, he turned back to his location to continue working. To respect her boundary. He knew one day he'll have to try again.
The wolf caught tried to reason with him before he left her to the others.
Pausing, he saw her put her hoodie up over her head, and a silent tear fell from his eyes. He did that. He made her shield herself up even more.
The wolf is gone, but she had silent followers.
What he wouldn't do to see the light come back behind those azure eyes again.
Followers who laid in wait to come and pounce on her any chance they were called upon.
She no longer lived with her family after that horrible beating in the alley that first ended up from strangers. Something that he suspected were from his ex's followers just to destroy her further. After she woke and eventually made it home, he heard of her having pneumonia. Her father kept saying for her to buck up since it wasn't the family way, and with that she just wanted to die because she felt worthless. Eventually it was her sister standing up, and taking her out of there to get help, and since she always traveled, their Aunt took her in. She did get better, but emotionally, she was withdrawn.
That wolf with those followers laid in wake to keep her quiet forever more.
He missed her terribly only realizing something along the way that he so long denied. He knew she was still getting taunted, it was something he heard from his own friend, and she didn't seem to much care for her own health. He did though.