I don't own anything and you can't do anything about it!! ...Well, maybe you can...

Brick: Yeah! Whatever she said!


Buttercup nodded and both of my sisters looked at me. I shrugged and sat back up. Blossom sighed, trying to think of what to say. Buttercup just cut to the chase.

"You probably know it's about the stinky Rowdyruffs."

I nodded. The images of Boomer flashed in front of my eyes, as they always did when we talked about something that was Rowdyruff related. I shook my head and continued to listen.

Blossom glared at the picture of Brick.

"I wish they could just disappear. Or that they would never have been created!!"

Buttercup's fist shook as she stared at the picture of Butch, like she wanted to punch it. I couldn't have blamed her though. He was always pestering her every time we were faced with the boys.

"I want to rip their faces off their heads and cut their-" she mumbled.

"So, the main reason of this conversation was to talk about how awful the Rowdyruff Boys are?" I asked.

My sisters nodded. I rolled my eyes and sighed, turning to look at one of my painted, blue walls. I felt Blossom gently pat my shoulder.

"I thought it would be a good idea to let it all out," she whispered. "I can tell that you're frustrated. C'mon. Just say something."

I stared at my sister's concern face, then took a deep breath. Buttercup raised a brow as I said my first few words.

"I… Don't think I can…" More memories of Boomer filled my head, and it was becoming harder to hold back tears.

Blossom and Buttercup continued to urge me to say just one thing about them. To just loosen the knot in my stomach. To just empty my mind. To just finally let it out what I've been holding in all these years. And to just finally… Make it clear to myself that it would be alright.

Finally sick of my sisters' pleading, I uttered a few words.

"I-I-I think th-that B-Boomer, is a h-horrible p-p-person…" I stammered.

Blossom smiled. "Don't you feel a bit better now?" She asked.

I thought about it, and I slowly nodded my head. Blossom gave me another reassuring smile.

"Good, because I don't want you to keep it all in."

She stood up and went out the door, motioning Buttercup to follow her. Buttercup rolled her eyes and nodded, leaving my room. Before I could lie back on my bed, Blossom poked her head into my room.

"Oh, and don't forget. We're your sisters. We can talk about anything." She winked.

I nodded and smiled. She did the same and I was sure that they were really gone for good. I sighed and flopped down on my bed, staring up at the wall.

"It was only a little bit," I said, not talking to anyone in particular. "But a little isn't enough to calm me down."

"Really Bubbles?"

I snapped my head toward the window, where a black figure hung from a tree. Pulling itself up, it sat on a dead branch, watching me. I began to shake.

The dark, gruff voice I tried to get out of my head for so long.

"You still remember me, don't you?"

The images that would never leave me.

"Oh, it seems you haven't forgotten." Though I couldn't really see it's face, I could see it… Smirk.

It was the memories that I could never forget.

"Because I decided to pay a surprise visit…" It stood up, now casting a shadow over me.

Quaking in fear, I could only sound a small squeal. The silhouette stood up and walked over to my window, like a cat. It never swayed with the wind, and it never lost balance.

I crawled backwards as it opened my window and climbed into my room.

Boomer gave me another terrifying smirk.

"Hello, Bubbles."


A chapter dedicated to all my friends. You know who you are. (Winks)