Disclamier: I do not own Hey Arnold. If I did, it would most likely have not ever been put on television due to the fact I hurt main characters . . . . .Any way, this is my first Hey Arnold fic that I have decided to put up. Hopefully it will go well ^_^

Must read: I have revised the prologue as well as the first chapter. So please re-read them. Please O.O;

Small Warning: I imply rape in a small part of this, so the rating is a little high, but don't worry; it isn't a lot of info.

Okay, now onward. This fic starts on the day of Helga tenth b-day; I put it in the summer time. That's only because it fits with what I'm going to write. As well for Arnold, his parent are found alive an well, he goes an lives with them for a few years then comes back when everyone is just starting their sophomore year of high school.



Prologue: Birthday gunshot



He was gone. His parents were finally found, and he left with them. He said good-bye to everyone but me. I was sick and wasn't able to and seen him at school. I had come back to school acting as if he hadn't left. I only acted more like a bitch then ever. It was the only way I could handle things at school. My home life hasn't gotten any better. I'm still being ignored by my parents, as well as being called 'Olga' by Big Bob.

I was sitting on a bench in the park, thinking over the entire situation. I looked up toward the sky to find it a mass of gray and black clouds rushing against each other. Funny how things like that seem to go with the mood you're in. I looked back down at the heart shaped locket I clutched my hands. Something told me I should throw it against the pavement, that it would help ease the pain. I drew back my arm and was about to do so when I stopped and brought it to my chest. Holding it tightly I began to cry, not those high wailing cries, just silent tears. They rolled down my cheeks and hit the pavement with a soft almost comforting sound. Soon I felt the skies own tears come falling down. I sat there not moving. I wanted to feel the cold, the cold feeling that today also brought with it. It was my tenth birthday. No one had said happy birthday to me. No one remembered. They all had thoughts of summer on their minds.

Standing up from the bench I started to make my way toward home. I was walking near an ally way when I felt hands grab me from behind. One hand covered my mouth while the other held my arms painfully behind my back.

"Do as I say and I won't kill you." A mans voice hissed in my ear, his breath foul and hot. Before I even had a chance to react I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head then darkness.

I awoke later with a horrible headache. Opening my eyes I found that I was on the floor of a small dimly lit room. Slowly I sat up and let my eyes wander around the room, in the corner facing me was a large old mattress and a small door next to it. Slowly I made my way to a standing position, ignoring the pain coming from the back of my head where the man had hit me. Walking over to the door I tried the doorknob and found it to be locked.

'Damn it! What the heck are they wanting from me?' I thought making my way over to the mattress and sat down. I didn't have to wait long before I found out what it was that they wanted me for.



Three days. Three days have gone by and I'm still alive, though right now I wish I were dead. They … they're using me for their pleasure. They rape me. I wasn't much of a person for God, but now I beg him to make it end. That He'll help me. Still I wait, lying on top of that old mattress in that dark room from when I first woke up.

"Dear God, please make it end. Please help me." I begged softly before falling into darkness once more.



Its been seven days now… or was it six? I don't know. I lost count since I didn't know whether it was night or day. I was still alive and still begging God for it to end. They still are using me… Turing over on the mattress I came to find the door near the mattress opening and a tall man with and evil face entered the room. From what I had heard, he was the leader of the whole place. That he enjoyed little girls… that was why he came to me often…

One thing I noticed that usually he didn't come with but some of the times he did… I guess he wanted to kill me if something went wrong and he was caught. His gun was at his side, I wasn't sure what kind; I just knew that it could kill me with one well-aimed shot.

Making his way over to me he was about to place his gun on a hook on the wall beside him when suddenly the door near to him, which he had closed, opened abruptly and someone shouted,

"This is the police! Put the gun down now!" Looking to the man and then the policemen I was struck with terror.

'I'm going to die. He'll shot me before he puts the gun down. He's said that he would do it before.' Before I could even move to try and get away from him I heard the man say,

"Oh I'll put the gun down, but not before I do this." I heard a shot then almost unbearable pain erupted from my neck. I heard another shot and expected to be dead, but I heard a heavy thud. I was the staring into the face of the man who was about to rape me. His eyes still showed life, though they seemed to get cloudy. Taking in a shuddering breath I closed my eyes and cried.

"Get an ambulance here now. We have an eight to ten year old girl with a gun shot wound to the neck…" The officer yelled into his walkie-talkie. I heard him yell some more things into his walkie-talkie but things became blurred … almost surreal. Like I was in a dream, yet not attached to the world around me.



I slowly opened my eyes to find a white ceiling. Before I could even move my head to look around the room I heard a familiar voice.

"Helga honey, don't move your neck." Hearing footsteps I saw mom. Her face was slightly puffy like she'd been crying; yet the look on her face showed that she was relieved.

"Don't speak honey, you'll hurt your throat." Since she said not to talk I made the motion of writing with my hands. For a moment Marium didn't understand, but soon did. She nodded and stepped away from the bed. She came back and held out a pen to me and held out a pad of paper. Taking the pen I wrote on the pad of paper she held out,

What happened? Why am I not allowed to talk?

She read what I had written and looked away.

"Helga, when the police officer called and said that you were in the hospital I was relived to know that you were alive, but when I came here and the officer told me what he knew I …I was shocked. He had told me that you were found in a house that he and others had busted for the kidnapping of children and …raping those children. He told me that you had been one of those children… that when he had bust into the room you were in the man had shot you… you were brought here in time…but …the doctor should tell you what is wrong with your throat. I'll go an tell the nurse you are awake." Without another word she walked out of the room in search of a nurse.

When she spoke of what had happened to me images began running through my mind. Closing my eyes I began to cry. I didn't care who saw me cry anymore. I had all the right to cry, after what had happened to me. After a few moments the tears slowed and soon I just sniffed every few moments. I heard the door to my hospital room open and soon heard footsteps.

"Helga, this is Dr. Klimov. (Heh…my boyfriend…never mind…) He's going to tell you why it is you're not allowed to talk." A tall man came into view. He had dirty blonde hair with highlights, his hazel eyes showed kindness. He took one of my hands into his large ones and gave it a pat.

"Helga, I know that this maybe hard hear, and I know its so soon since you were taken out of that place, but for me to explain this I'm going to have to talk a little bit about it, okay?" His voice was a bit boyish sounding but kind, I gave a squeeze to the hand that still held mine. Nodding he started.

"When you had been brought in, you had a gunshot wound to the neck. Thankfully it didn't do too much damage to your neck, but it did damage your larynx. It is what enables you to talk. We weren't able to fix the damage, you won't be able to talk again." Those words hit me like someone had punched me. Tears sprang to my eyes and started falling down my cheeks unnoticed.

'I didn't get to tell him…'



Six and half years later...



Okay, how was that? I changed a few things. Tried to make the spelling correct as well as changing some of the lines to make it flow a little better. Remember to review ^_^

~Vega