Fallen

This is a song-fic, yes, and it is a song, yes, by Evanescence. Did anyone predict me doing this? Hmm? Anybody? Well, anyway, I hope you guys like this. No, it isn't a single; it's track number nine on Fallen. It's kind of a slow, spooky, smooth track, with very long notes and such and long instrumentals, one reason why there are so little lyrics. This is the first song for a series of songs I will be making song-fics for, and I hope you like the first edition.

Disclaimer: I do not hold the rights to either Hey, Arnold, Evanescence, or "Hello".

"Hello"

Brrriiiiiinnnnng!

A great roar of hoorays exploded out of the P.S. 118 campus, as the students flooded into the recreational area. The boys attacked the foursquare court and the girls went straight to the swings and the tetherball quad. Now only laughter could be heard from the entire area, laughter from jokes, play, or humorous falls.

The near summer days were usually very hot, but a large cloud came to block the sunlight so that instead of squinting in the light, they could play in the cool shadows. It was the routine day, where the entire school could shake out all of the energy stored from the day's sit down lessons. It was a time for playing and enjoying yourself.

For others, it was a time, like all times, to scream out loud with the volume down.

Playground school bell rings again

Rain clouds come to play again

Has no one told you she's not breathing?

A young, blond girl stood of to the side, smiling at the other girls playing tag around the other playground equipment. She laughed at a red-headed boy she saw fall into a bucket of dirty water a janitor was using to clean the outside lunch region. Outside, she was everything she had strived to be. The girl everyone knew to stay away from, not to mess with, but still to talk to. She was in a social group (perhaps not a full-fledged member if you know what I mean) and looked happy most of the time. Other times she was laughing cruelly.

Inside, she was screaming for attention. Screaming for someone other than herself to talk seriously to; screaming for someone to say hello to her and mean it.

Hello, I am your mind.

Giving you someone to talk to

Hello

"Hey, Helga!" said a small girl with pale skin and dark hair. "Do you want a turn at the tetherball?"

Helga looked at Phoebe and frowned slightly, shaking her head. She looked at the ground, unfocused, and blinked.

She wandered off to a corner that she spent a lot of time in recently, and she thought about why she smiled so much. It wasn't always a good smile; a sad smile, a hard smile, or the occasional good smile. Usually her grins meant nothing but what she wanted to show. They were more often than not taunting someone, during a moment of humiliation she would smile at them. She looked over to the jungle gym at a boy that she did it to the most.

It's funny that at these thoughts she wanted to smile, even though she didn't know why.

If I smile and don't believe…

"Because there is no reason," Helga whispered, thinking to herself. She smiled and breathed a little chuckle. "Are there any reasons when you dream?" No, she thought. Deep down, behind her consciousness, she knew that it wasn't a dream.

Soon I know that I'll wake from this dream

Looking at the boy who had always tried to right her wrong, she remembered everyone who had worried about her because she seemed so sad. She always told them that she was fine, that nothing was wrong, or, her favorite, to leave her alone. There was nothing wrong with Helga Pataki. She just wasn't living the truth.

That's what made her sad. Nothing was wrong with her, and she knew that.

Don't try to fix me I'm not broken

Hello

I am the lie…

Isn't that just what I'm here for? asked herself. To be here so that you can talk to someone while I tell everyone you're silent?

Helga's eyes pulled open and she looked up at no one in particular. She gasped as the full realization that she wanted to be heard so badly was because she had always stayed silent. She pushed her lips together and got lost in her thoughts, comprehending exactly what that meant.

Now was one of those times when she became so sad.

Living for you so you can hide

Don't cry

"So that's why it's not a dream…" Helga stood up and ran into a shadow so that she could be even more alone to think. "That's why I'm screaming so much, and why I hope to be different so much."

She poked her head out of the corner to look at all of the kids her age, yet so different. They didn't even really know where she was, and it was her fault. Her fault that she was screaming at them to tell her she was right there.

But the opportunity for that was all ready gone for the day.

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping

Hello, I'm still here

All that's left of yesterday

Helga closed her eyes and hit her head against the building. Though the eyes were shut, her face shone with determination. "Go…away," she said quietly, yet forcefully. She squeezed her eyelids until tears began to form.

When she opened her eyes, she felt a need to look up. The rain clouds that had shaded the school had gone away, leaving a brilliant, though practically blinding, light to come down upon them. They all turned their heads at once in the direction of Helga, and it took them a while to finally notice her. When they did, they turned back to their games, adjusting to the new light.

Helga came back to the tetherball court where Phoebe and the rest of the girls of her class were hanging out. Phoebe turned around when she heard her walk up and questioned, "Where've you been?"

Helga smiled and shrugged. "No where special."

Phoebe lifted her eyebrow and shrugged. She returned to watching the game and Helga sat next to her.

Inside, Helga glared at the fleeting mind, the only thing she had ever had to talk to before. Good-bye, she called out.

It ends a little better than the song does, but hey, Helga's a strong girl. Plus, it really stinks. I know it's a short fic, but I think it's okay. Look out for the next part, a look at Everybody's Fool. Man, I've wanted to make that one for so freaking long that it'll be fun! I won't tell you guys, but I'll say that it's multi-point-of-viewed. Just tell me how you like it and it'll all be so much the better. Thank you!

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