A/N:
Hello! This is my first Hey Arnold fanfic, this story actually came to me in a dream and for some reason I thought it would be nice to write about it so that's what I'm going to do, I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: this story contains some delicate subjects, such as kidnapping, rape and strong language so be aware before reading because I wouldn't want to trigger anybody.
This is story is written from Helga's POV.
"Helga?"
I hear a voice call my name, male, I don't recognize it, who's calling my name?
"Helga wake up, are you ok?"
the voice sounds close to me, it's whispering almost as if he doesn't want anyone but me to hear him, there is concern in the way he talks. I try to open my eyes but I can't, I feel the world spinning around me although I can't see it.
"Helga?"
I finally open my eyes, everything is blurry, and everything is spinning. Arnold, he's the one talking to me, I would recognize that football head anywhere even if my world is spinning and my vision is blurry.
"Football head?" I say, My voice is raspy, it sounds as if I had been screaming.
"Helga! You're awake, thank god, are you okay?" I slowly regain my vision and can see the look of concern on his face.
"I think so, why are you so worried all of a sudden? Since when do you care if I'm okay paste for brains?" I slowly sit up trying to avoid getting dizzy again.
I look around and see that I don't know where we are, the walls are unpainted, the floor is made of cement and dirty, there is one metal door on the left side of the room, right across from where we are.
I feel a pain in my face and lift my left arm to see what's the problem but I can't lift it. I look down to see what's holding it back and I see there's a handcuff attached to my hand, and the other end is attached to… Oh no. Arnolds hand.