The Locket's Secrets

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Disclaimer: Nickelodeon owned 'Hey Arnold', and Craig Bartlett created it. I only own my words.

Summary: Everyone thought that Helga has died from the car accident. Arnold blamed himself because he thought he was such cause. After a while since the accident, Arnold began to find out a bigger secret held within the locket that might have bring Helga back. What really happened to Helga? What secrets held within the corner of everyone's heart soon to be discovered?

Author Note: Yes! My first Hey Arnold fan fiction! I'm hoping that you'll like it. Please read and review. Thank you. :) Well, now… on with the story…

RECAP: Through Arnold's thoughts

I wanted to forget her so bad at times. People were telling that I shouldn't be regretful like this, but I just couldn't help it. It was like my mind was telling me to stop, but my heart just kept going. For a moment there, I thought I had wanted to see her so bad that I would die. Foolish, wasn't it? I just couldn't help it.

I knew I saw her. Her tender face, the way her eyes blinked, her redden lips as she chuckled, the way she walked, how she smiled, her smoothing voice… I thought I had forgotten it, but surprisingly the images were never gone from my mind. I was tweaking my eyes, rubbing it, doing anything possible to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. Yup, I was certain that I was not in wonderland or neverland. My hands began to tremble… My heartbeats grew harder and louder… I felt like as if I couldn't gasp for my breaths… My whole body was sweating… Why was this happening to me? Regardless of that, for now, I was certain this girl must be her. This just has to be her. I could even sense the old scent when I'm around her. Wow. You must say that I had never actually known these things about her when she was alive beside me. Yeah, I had never known that I actually remembered these things without noticing it. Just as I thought that she was gone to heaven (or hell), I saw her right before my eyes. Just as when I was about to lose all my hope of seeing her again, she appeared right before my eyes.

Prologue: The View From Heaven

" Swweeetttt sixteen!" Helga G. Pataki announced at the old withered lunch bench of Hillwood High School. Helga hadn't changed much from fourth grade, surprisingly, while everyone else had.

" What is she so happy about?" Gerald asked sarcastically. His style changed somewhat a little, but the way he talks and does did things were still the same old Gerald. Same goes for Arnold, except that their voice had became rougher, more men-like, more handsome, and taller.

" I just got my driver license, you buckle head," Helga snapped with her regular I-kick-your-ass attitude. She was so happy that she had forgotten the usual routine of harassing Arnold everyday. " By looking at your face, I guess you haven't, eh?"

" Damn, my birthday is not for another two months!" Gerald mumbled under his breath and joined to the next table.

As soon as Gerald settled down aside with his buddy Arnold, a group of five girls passed by. They were the radiant glamorous popular out-of-my-way type. Exactly the type that hated Helga, and the ones Helga hated. Well, they didn't exactly began to try to make Helga's life a living nightmare before the end of ninth grade when Helga brought about a comeback. Helga had sworn that she wouldn't forgive those who picked and used her friends, which was a direct declaration of war against the goddesses of Hillwood High. Helga pulled a joke on them. Although no one dare to acknowledge these atrocities done by these brats, everyone knew Helga will be getting the inevitable consequences. Not very long after, she was drenched in the combination of left over expired cottage cheese and animal dung. Strangely, Helga's reactions didn't seem as ferocious as everyone had feared. Well, it was long story.

Going to tenth grade, these girls were more powerful. Senior and junior boys bowed under their commands. Unbelievable? Yeah well, believe it. Now they would still get back at Helga and often spurt out their .

" What are you blabbing about, Miss-One-Eyebrow? Do mama-girl need some fashion tips or do we have to teach your mama how to dress her little girl?" one of the girls mocked. Helga glanced over to Arnold's table and saw all of them were basically literally disgustingly drooling. How pathetic, Helga thought. Especially, Helga noticed Arnold's eyes were shimmering upon Lila, miss perfectionist, who joined the group just recently after one of the girls moved to New York. Helga would had enjoyed last year's moment if Lila was one of them, but then again, football-head would really hate her, but who cares, right? No, Helga cared a lot. She didn't want him to despite her guts. It'd be too much for Helga to handle.

" At least an eye brow is better than no eye brow. I bet if a bucket of water was going to splash into your puny faces, you will need a lot of fashion tips on how to look like humans," Helga replied coolly.

Before the girls can speak another word, the principal was coming behind Helga's back.

" Any problem, girls?" the principal asked.

" Oh no, there is no problem here, Mrs. Wood," one of the girl sweetly said as if they were little angels. Helga snorted as the principal left. " We will deal with you later. And trust me, you'll regret that you were ever born."

" Ahahahaha," Helga laughed sarcastically. " I'll have fun seeing you try."

" Why do you always giving yourself trouble Helga?" Phoebe asked. " You know those girls are dangerous than snakes."

Helga sat down and began to eat her lunch. " Well, at least someone got to give them a lesson. It works. They've stopped picking on you guys."

" Yeah, since they're so busy trying to make hell out of your life," Rhonda replied.

" Pfft, what can those little chicks do? Broke a nail?" Helga continued eating her lunch. " Whatever they're planning, I'll deal with it. How bad could it be? It's not like they're black mafia."

" It was good knowing you, Helga," Eugene said.

" Mind your own business, Jinxie," Helga snapped.

" Hey Helga," Arnold walked over as he was throwing away his lunch. " Are you going to come over my house to get the whatever things my grandma want you to have?"

" I don't know. I might," Helga said recklessly.

" Look, I want to go somewhere tonight, so come over early," Arnold said.

" Why? You have to wait for me to get it before you go?" Helga asked.

" Unfortunately yes," Arnold coldly said and rudely walked away.

Humph! You'll wait all right. Helga angrily thought. Like hell I'll come early.

10:30 PM at Arnold House.

" Look man, Helga Pataki is not going to come, so why don't we just go?" Gerald urged. " We already missed half of the concert."

" Damn," Arnold cursed under his breath. " You go, Gerald. I'll wait."

An hour later, Helga appeared on his front door with an old lavender Toyota 85 that seemed like it was from junkyard parked on the sideway.

" Perfect timing, eh?" Helga chuckled mockingly.

" Didn't I tell you to come early?" Arnold scowled.

" I didn't say the exact time I'll come, right? So why should I listen to you, punk?" Helga replied.

" Forget it," Arnold said bitterly as he went inside to get the box and handed it to Helga. " There. My business here is done. Thanks for ruining my night."

" Excuse you."

" Excuse me? What the hell? I was going to go to the concert with Gerald if I didn't have to wait for you to get the stinking box. Lila was going to be there, too!"

" What? I ruin your chance with miss perfect? Sorry I came."

" You should. Why can't you just be like Lila once a while?"

" Why would I want to become one of those plastic chicks? Like hell I will."

Arnold was so pissed Helga's attitude that he had dealt with all these years. Like hell –blank- was something from Helga that Arnold has heard so much often that he was so sick of it. Missing the totally cool awesome concert, missing the chance to be with Lila, missing the fun, and all because of Helga.

" Yeah. Hell, that's where you'll go to," Arnold slammed the door in Helga's face so hard that he thought it hit Helga's face which luckily it didn't. Helga would throw a fit. He could hear Helga screaming outside his door.

" You're right. Hell is where I'll go. Like I haven't already living in it already!"

Arnold found her voice quite strange, it didn't sound as angry like before, but rather shakily, so he opened the door again. Surprisingly, he saw Helga's face was in tears. They poured down rapidly like a waterfall. He had never seen Helga crying before. Not once in his life, and tonight was the first. Arnold felt pretty guilty. He was going to put his hand out to Helga's shoulder, but she pushed it away. Seeing her like this didn't make Arnold feel any better like he thought it should. Turned out it felt even worse than being insulted or slapped in the face when Helga did it.

" Helga… I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that," before he could finish the rest, Helga cut him off.

" Don't use the kind of that damn stupid excuses. What the hell did you mean?" Bitterness sadness was driving Helga crazy. She didn't really know why she started crying. It just felt uncontrollably lose, so it just came out. " You know what, you and all the people on earth can hate me all you want because I really don't give a damn anymore. Not like any ever cared for me."

Helga wiped her face and walk to her car primly. She slammed the door so hard Arnold thought the car was going to fall into pieces.

Great! What have I done? Arnold blamed himself. It's my entire damn fault now. He sighed. Going inside the empty house, Arnold remembered Helga's words though he didn't want to think about them. Now his mind wasn't obeying him anymore.

Anymore. He thought. Out of all the people, it felt sort of weird hearing this from Helga. She was always acted as a tough mean girl since they were kids. She still was, though Arnold suspected it. He remembered fourth grade, the play, the unfortunate kisses, the rescuing the neighborhood thing, and all those bittersweet memories of Helga and him. He didn't want to be the one that hurt her. He didn't want to hurt anyone.

Arnold decided to take a night ride with his bike since he couldn't have his license test after 4 more months. Riding along on the sidewalk, and letting the wind blow through his hair made his mind relax a little after having the unfortunate incident with Helga. The sour guiltiness still lingered within him that even the wind or the stars could overwhelm the thought away right now. Why can't I just forget it? Arnold asked himself. Damn it.

Arnold stopped at one point on the bridge. Right there he could took a deep fresh breath that'll wash whatever feelings inside of him away, but half way there, he saw an old wrecked lavender car that looked like it had been flipped over about two times and crashed into a light stand before heading into the river. The oil seemed to leak out and spread all over on the grass. A spark of fire raised to life. Any second now, the fire was going blow big like a nucleus bomb, but not as wide. Arnold opened his eyes to see more clearly. For a moment there, he thought that he had completely stopped breathing. No way, Arnold thought.

" That car… " Arnold trembled. " … was Helga Pataki's car…"

Author Note: End Prologue.

Chapter 1 will soon be update. I know there are probably tons of grammar errors. I'm trying my best to improve them. Thank you so much for reading. Please leave feedbacks if you have time.