Well, I decided to re-write 'Too Much To Take' before I start the sequel, which at this point doesn't have a plot what so ever but will have the title 'Too Far To Run.' It may or may not be a crossover, probably not because I'm kind of out of my KND phase…so yeah. I hope this is better than the first one. :D
I don't own the Powerpuff girls. (this won't be mentioned again, so remember it)
Hope you like!
'Begin at the beginning,' the King said gravely, 'and go on till you come to the end: then stop.' -Lewis Carroll
You know, I used to think we'd have the perfect life forever. I used to think we'd always wake up to the smell of fresh pancakes. I thought our dad would always be nice and friendly. I thought my smile would never turn to a frown, we would always be that perfect happy family, forever.
But, we're not.
We live in that house you're afraid to walk by. We're the neighbors you wouldn't dare talk to. We still save your life, but you can hear our dad yelling about it into the night. From outside you can hear him, yelling and cursing, hitting and throwing, you don't want to know exactly what's going on inside, and I don't blame you. I don't want to know what's going on inside…but I do. I watch it. It happens to me. It happens to my sisters. We take it. We take it over and over again, and to tell you the truth… It's just… it's too much to take.
You probably know the professor, yeah the guy that made us, our father, our creator, that guy. You probably remember him being the nicest, best father ever…and he was. But not anymore… Not since that accident.
It was a dark night, too dark to see your hand in front of your face. The professor was driving on the black pavement, going a bit too fast and not paying enough attention. He rear-ended the car in front of him, hard. He wasn't wearing his seat belt and he flew through the wind shield, landing head first on a boulder. When we got the call from the hospital, my sisters and I rushed to his room. The doctor said he suffered severe head trauma, but he was alive. He said that his head was damaged greatly, but they didn't know how or if it would affect anything. The doctor waited until the professor woke up and than he ran a few tests on him, the professor checked clean. He was perfectly healthy.
Or so we thought.
As soon as we were able to take him home, as soon as we walked in that private area, he changed. He changed for the worse and we knew, even that early, that the man we knew as our dad, was never coming back.
