I don't own Hey Arnold.

Helga becomes introduced to a nightmare that is worse than the existing fluffy drama in her life. In this she'll find a way through it with some legal drama, and a suspect no one saw coming.

I won't necessarily do a POV story, but it is mostly as a third person. That is if I can call it that. It will mostly be me as the author, following Helga's struggles with the trauma, reading her emotions, till one day she can finally cope.

When it comes time for me to include everyones emotions I will let you know. Right now the focus is on, Helga. At the time the incident happens she is 16 while since Arnold is a bit older, just a bit, he is 17. You know he was slightly older than her in the show.

She was overlooking the water from the bridge in the park. Allowing her hair to cascade down after releasing it from its ponytail felt almost freeing. She wanted to rip her waitress uniform off to also rid of that as well.

Another memory of them both sharing their sundae. A lonely tear rolled slowly down her face. Even that tear didn't have any company of another tear following suit.

She wrote him a note saying that she'll meet him at his locker to confess how she felt. She didn't sign her name, but poem after poem she placed in his locker was softening him up for her to finally admit her feelings once more. Feelings that Lila took credit for. Arnold seemed so enthralled by her that he didn't once notice that none of her poems didn't have that cornfed ever so content she always wrote. Helga deemed that as insulting. She also knew she couldn't win. The proof was in the many kisses she witnessed between them.

Hearing footsteps, Helga turned her head to spot Arnold was alone with a stupid smile on his lips. Looking ahead of her, Helga felt her heart crumbling more even as he said her name. Helga couldn't take it. She knew he would speak of Lila. Upset, Helga ran out of the park. She had to get as far away from him as possible.

As she ran, she ignored the many salacious comments. Ignored the now raindrops falling on her. Helga was tearing up so badly that she didn't seem to notice the partially opened door as she ran into her house. Slamming the door shut, she was breathing hard catching the whiff of Bob's cigar and the alcohol in the air. It was normal smells, but what didn't seem normal was another smell she couldn't quite catch in the midst of her misery.

Peering upstairs, Helga ascended the stairs finding how the place seemed too quiet, but maybe that will give away to grateful silence for once as she went into her bedroom to remove her uniform before putting on her sweats and a t-shirt. Sighing, she wandered into the bathroom to wash her face.

As she cleaned her face, Helga heard the thunderclap outside. Perhaps she can sleep. Sometimes rain had that affect. Drying her face and placing lotion on, she left her bathroom to notice a coppery smell in the air. Confused, she spotted the light in her parents bedroom prompting her to go over to check it out. As she did, her heart pounded more noticeably while her footsteps felt heavy to her. Going to the doorway she froze as she viewed the scene before her. Her breathing became harder till it stopped once she heard the sound of footsteps further up the hallway. Helga turned her head just when a figure stepped out to notice her. She didn't hesitate as she ran to the stairs running down them very quickly. Opening the door she was screaming for help as she dashed down the street just yelling for help. Helga looked back once just to land into a body startling her and making her scream again.

"Helga! Helga, it's Arnold."

Helga's petrified eyes flew to his face as she pointed behind her. "My parents. Killed. Murderer still in my house."

His eyes went large as he wrapped an arm around her while whipping out his phone to call the cops. Helga listened as she continued to look down the sidewalk. To see if she can find the one responsible for this.

"Helga, they're coming. They'll be there soon." Arnold held her tightly as the rain continued to fall. "I'm so sorry."

Helga now had no clue what will happen to her now. She was still young. "I'm the one who wrote that poetry and placed it in your locker. I'm the one who wrote the note telling you that I'm confessing to you at the end of the day. Oh sweet Prometheus. My beautiful soul. How can someone so young hold the weight of the world in you? How do you seem to fare so brightly, when others can dare to dream it?"

Arnold put her at arms length to look down into her miserable face. "You wrote all of those? I wondered why she couldn't remember what she wrote to me. Helga, I loved them."

"But you are with her and I will be sent away." She lamented softly as she heard the sounds of sirens. Looking behind her she spotted so many lights where she lived that she left him to go towards the ones that hopefully caught the person. Hopefully the person was too stupid to actually leave.

She knew Arnold was next to her even if she didn't acknowledge him. Her focus was ahead as a cop tried to stop her. "I live here. I'm the one who saw my parents bodies. I'm the one who saw the person before I ran off. My friend is the one who called you."

Looking between her and Arnold, they were soon pulled over to the front of her living room window to be questioned. She told him about her night before she came home. Gave them a time. Didn't pay attention to the door since Miriam would sometimes forget to close it. She wasn't shy about telling them about being upset with Arnold with another girl. Well his girlfriend.

After some time, she had no clue how long she was out there even when they brought Bob and Miriam's bodies out. She gasped at the last image of them before running to the trash can to vomit into. Feeling someone holding her hair back, she can only assume it was Arnold.

"Miss? Could you please come to the station with us so we can ask you more questions."

"Officer, is there a way she can do this tomorrow. Look at her, she's been through a lot." Arnold reasoned.

Helga shook her head. "I'll do it. I'll come down."

"Are you sure? If you are then I'm coming with you." Arnold told her.

"No. Be with your girlfriend. You done enough for tonight." Helga stepped away from him determined to do this now. Determined to get away from him. "Call Phoebe for me. Thanks." Stepping towards the squad car, she slipped into the back.

At the station she answered more questions. Didn't complain when they asked to fingerprint her. Told them the person was slim with a medium build and wore a ski mask on their face. Helga was answering so many questions that she began to fall asleep. She knew she became a suspect simply because of them being her family and her being the only one in there. When she was dismissed, Helga went to the front to be tackled by Phoebe in a tight hug.

"Oh Helga. I'm so sorry about your parents." Phoebe cried out.

Stepping forward, Reba wrapped her arm around her shoulders. "You are coming home with us. We can't get your clothes at this time, but if we have to we'll buy you some to tide you over."

Helga couldn't speak even as they guided her out of there. She didn't speak all the way home, and she certainly didn't speak when she laid in the spare bed.

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After two days, she was cleared as a suspect since the time of death was during the time she was still at work. Not that it eased her mind even after that phone call with Olga. She was due to come back home tomorrow, and Helga wasn't even prepared for the endless crying that will surely come out of her. She told Phoebe to go to school. Hearing her phone, she lifted it up to see that it was Arnold calling her. She wasn't ready to talk.

When Olga arrived, Helga found herself sharing a hotel room with her while Olga wept. Helga couldn't live with her. Olga wanted to regulate her heavily. To protect her from the world. Helga found herself getting up and leaving. She would rather emancipate herself.

That saturday the funeral was already being held. Olga just wept more and more. It made Helga wonder where she stored all those tears. Helga sat there without saying a word. Wasn't aware who was there until they both left to head to the car together. Her eyes met with Arnold's. It wasn't lost on her that Lila was on the other side of the row. Not that it didn't matter. Helga averted her eyes to keep moving forward.

"Baby sis, you thought about moving with me to Alaska?"

Helga met her eyes. "I want to emancipate myself. I'm sorry, but I can't. I do love you, but I'll strangle myself if you honestly want me to adhere to all those rules. It is insane. I can make it on my own."

"But, how?"

"I fed myself, clothed myself, and bathed myself. I can do it." Helga told her with certainty. "If I can't I'll come and live with you. Deal?"

Olga thought about it for some time till she finally agreed to it. "I'm still paying for your school here."

"That's fine. I still need my friends." Helga told her.

So with the paperwork going through, Helga was emancipated. Helga hugged her sister good bye at the airport before heading to the one place with cheap rent; The Sunset Arms. Knocking on the door, Phil answered it. She had employment and so with her renting out room 7, she moved in after giving him the money. She didn't go to school right away, she ended up at work doing a double shift. It felt pretty decent to doing her old routine again.

At 4, Helga walked up to a table to take the customers orders. Hearing her name, she looked up to see Arnold and Gerald sitting there. "What can I get you guys?" She couldn't do too much personal talk while on duty so she hoped they wouldn't ask her any questions.

"We'll have a large plate of fries. I will have a brown cow." Gerald answered her as he looked at her face.

"I'll have a black cow and your nachos. A large order." Arnold told her.

Jotting it all down, Helga took the menus to go and put their orders in. Turning around slightly she noticed Arnold staring at her. Making a face she went to the back to do their shake orders. Finishing that up, she came over to find her stuff ready so she placed it on the tray to bring it all out. "Alright here is your orders. Is there anything else you might need?"

"How are you doing, Helga?" Arnold just had to ask her that.

Ignoring the question in favor of not crying, Helga said instead. "Okay gentleman, I'll be right over there if you need anything more." Turning around, she left to go behind the counter again.

Late at night, she snuck into the boarding house. She went to her room to grab her toiletries before heading into the bathroom for a shower. She sighed once the water hit her weary bones. Relaxed but not really quite there, Helga tried to sing, but ended up only staring at the knobs in the shower. Turning the water off, Helga dried off and placed lotion all over her body before placing her hair up in a tight bun. The less she had to do in the morning, the better.

Leaving her bathroom, she went to her room without interruption. She slipped under her covers and fell asleep.

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School looked dizzying to her as she stood there staring up at the building. Students passed her, and she just stood there. She didn't need the questions. She did feel a gentle hand on her knowing all too well that it was Phoebe's. She knew her presence all too well.

"They'll ask me questions. They'll bother me." She finally spoke.

"I know, but I'm going to do my best to stop it for you." Phoebe offered kindly. "It is what best friends do."

Helga took in a shuddering breath before releasing it. It didn't ease her, but it felt like she forgot to breath. Taking one step forward she entered the building with Phoebe at her side. Already she felt their eyes on her. Heard the whispers. It felt like a million miles before she reached their lockers. She caught the familiar scent of Rhonda's perfume while she closed her eyes at her snooping.

"Helga, if you want to talk you can. I won't bother you with endless questions."

Hearing the sincerity of her words, Helga managed to turn her body to see how truly sad she appeared. "I'd like that, but for now, I'm not ready to speak."

"Because you are still registering it all." Rhonda stated. Helga could only nod at that. "That's fine. The boys will be curious so we'll try to hold them back from you."

"I'll appreciate it." Closing her locker, she found Rhonda to one side of her and Phoebe on the other. She hardly registered Lila as she went past her. She didn't care. Further up was her classroom so when she reached it, she heard the whispers already as she entered.

Rhonda took this one as she placed a hand on her hip. "You know it is rude to stare." She pointed out.

Helga managed the tiniest smiles as she looked at her face once she took her seat. She had to hope that now Arnold won't bother her. Feeling his presence in the room, Helga reached out to her side to take Phoebe's hand for comfort.

"He's been very worried about you." Phoebe informed her in a whisper.

She knew he was, but he shouldn't. "He doesn't care unless I'm in trouble. He should pay attention to Lila instead."

At lunch she wandered around outside. This was a long day to her. Wandering over to the bench next to the fencing, Helga sat on it just closing her eyes. She was aware of each dog barking in the city. She heard a faraway sound of a car screeching their brakes. She even heard someone approach her. It wasn't Rhonda or Phoebe so she waited.

"Helga, I'm ever so sorry about your family."

Of course it would be her. "I wish to be left alone." She really didn't want to talk to her.

Lila ignored her. "Oh well I can talk to you about things."

"I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to listen to you."

Lila still ignored her. "Just because Arnold likes me-likes me better then you doesn't mean..."

Helga stood up quickly with her eyes blazing. "Leave me the fuck alone. Go and be with your boyfriend since he prefers your fake ass any day." Baring her teeth, she neared her face. "I finally was going to confess my feelings and you ended up taking credit for my poems. My note. I may of done things in my life, but that! What you did to me, was beyond reproach. Go to hell, Lila."

Lila squeaked before deciding to depart. Helga had some satisfaction there as she sat back down. Later when she was leaving school to head to work, Arnold caught up to her. Helga sighed as she spotted Lila not that far from him.

"Helga, I can drive you to work."

She thought he looked like an excited puppy dog. "Be with her. I'd rather take the bus." Turning abruptly, Helga knew he made his choice in being with the ever fake, Lila.

"Helga!"

Turning around quickly she stalked up to him. "You made your choice in sticking with her knowing how fake she is. This to me makes you about as undesirable as that bastard who killed my parents. You may of not murdered anyone, Arnold, but you murdered my belief in you." With that she left. Perhaps it was harsh, but she had coupled pain that was all too fresh still. She didn't want the additional drama.

Well I hope you liked it. I'm still in the beginning phase of writing this so updates will be very slow.