Hello, everybody, after a short pause, Felidae is back with her very first HA! fic! I finally managed to translate the first chapter, and will put up the German version aswell. Please be patient, English readers, since translating really isn't my big deal..^^

And now, give a warm welcome for everybody's favourite blonde bully, and poet extraordinaire, Ms. Helga Pataki!

Disclaimer: If I owned, it, I wouldn't be putting one here, right? All is Bartlett's, and I'm broke, so no sue.

Reviews. If you please…

Summary: Helga is confronted with a shocking relevation. Will she make it through the hardest time of her life? 

                Actually, this is a very sad story, and if you don't like depressing plot twists, leave now.

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Shattering of the Rainbow

1. Rain

The weather reflected her mood: from a stormy, cloudy sky the rain fell like an endless track of molten souls, as if the angels cried with her.

Tired, she pulled herself up the few steps to her house, and paused, surrounded by the wet cold, her hand resting on the doorknob.

Several minutes she remained like this, motionless, and only her breathing gave away, that, indeed, she wasn't a statue.

In the distance, a quiet rumble of thunder could be heard, and, with a silent sigh, she entered.

The door closed behind her with a small bang, and already she could hear Bob shouting:

"Olga, that you? About time, ya got home! Go get me a beer from the kitchen, ya hear?"

Helga didn't answer, but direclty steered towards the stairs and her room.

She wasn't even halfway up the steps, when Bob stood there and barked:

"Hey, I'm expecting an answer, when I'm talking to ya, young lady!"

She kept ingoring him. Bob was rendered speechless at first, but rose his voice and called:

"Look at me, when I'm talking to ya, Olga! Olga! Olga! Olga!"

With an angry snarl Helga, at the top of the stairs, whirled around, and yelled:

"My name is Helga! Helga, Helga, Helga, HELGA, HELLGAAAAAAAA!!!"

Her screaming had turned into a loud shriek, but she couldn't care less, even as Miriam, from god-knows-where she had been dozing, stumbled in and joined her husband.

"Wha's g'ng on here?" she mumbled, tiredly rubbing her eyes. Bob glared at her.

"Your daughter's lost her mind! Comes in, doesn't say hello, and then starts screaming around! Olga, if you don't come down here this very minute, you're gonna regret it!"

"My name's Helga, but it's not like you would care! You don't even bother wether I live or die! I mean nothing to you!"

The tears, which hadn't fallen on the way home, now run down her cheeks with increased might, and hard sobs whacked her small, thin body.

With a tearful voice, Helga continued:

"Do you know, where I was today, Bob? In the ER of the local Children's hospital. And there, it..they told me, that I had a brain tumor. And that you both knew it."

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