I don't own the Powerpuff girls.
It wasn't always like this. We used to be a normal family, or as normal as you can get with super powers. Everyone looks at us and our 'perfect' lives, and they think 'gee, I wish my life was like theirs.' Well, I can tell you right now. That is a bad wish. It started out fine, when we were born. The professor was fine, but there was an accident, a horrible accident. The professor was in a car crash, he barley made it. He wasn't wearing his seat belt and went through the windshield, landing head first on a rock. He was rushed to the hospital and we stood in the waiting room, going mad from the waiting. 'Is he alright? Will he make it? What are we going to do?' That was all we could think, no one said a word until the nurse came in.
'You can see him now.' We rushed from our spots on the chairs into his room. He suffered severe head trauma, but he was alive. They said his brain was damaged beyond repair, but they didn't know how, or if it would affect anything. They had to wait until he woke up.
When he woke up, we were so happy. The doctors ran some tests then said that the brain damage seemed not to affect anything. Oh how they were wrong, so wrong. He stayed for another week before he was healed enough to go home. Everything had been fine up until then, normal. But when we were home, alone, with him, everything changed…