Authors Note: I had almost lost complete interest in this fiction, yet again due to my newest Fictions. But I've devised a method, I'm going to do chapter one by one. Once I finish a chapter, I'll start on another in another series and continue like that. Problem is that sometimes I'll get so wrapped up in one story, that I'll just keep going. I'm going to try to fix that.

(Vicki's PoV)

She watched Timmy change his shirt, it still made her feel bad to look at him, even if his health had improved a lot in the last week. If she didn't know him, she wouldn't have thought it was the same boy. He was now clean, his ribs didn't show so much like they had when she had first seen him. Since he had returned the phone had almost been ringing off the hook, not people looking for him since none knew he was around or even alive for that matter. No, parents who Vicki had to turn down for babysitting. They were mad at first until she explained there was a old friend, that was sick and needed her... wasn't entirely a lie but it worked. But since he had improved she decided that she would babysit for one person... she didn't want to but Melissa was a good enough kid. And wouldn't cause stress to Timmy.

Actually Timmy mainly slept most of the time, and when he wasn't he'd usually sit quietly. He'd talk with her when she said something, but he seemed even more shut down then he had when she started to realize something was wrong. Of course he could clean himself, and didn't need to be lead around anywhere. But his mind was closed off. She wasn't sure what happened to him while he was alone for two years. She couldn't even begin to understand, hell she didn't even think he had been alive, not completely. She had assumed that he would have been found dead... or never found at all. Timmy wasn't the affectionate person he was before he had left, thee was no spark of life inside him anymore. She missed her Timmy, the one that made her feel like a person... the one that never built up her hopes only to knock them down... not like her parents... she could remember it like it was yesterday... A tear slipped from her eye.

"You going to be a big sister soon Vicki." Three year old Vicki, her red hair pulled into pony tails, much like her mother would do for her sister in the future, she wore a white sundress with little green flowers on it, she looked up at her mother who was kneeling in front of her. Vicki had been a intelligent girl, but she didn't understand what her mother meant... only that it made her mother very happy, so Vicki was happy. She became more and more excited when her mother told her what it meant. That there would be a new baby in the house, and she was going to be a big sister. Now she understood, and was happy. She asked if the baby was going to be a boy or girl, and her mother told her that she'd have a little sister. Now this Vicki really understood a baby would be fun, and it made her mother so happy, so it had to be good.

As the weeks went on, she noticed that her father made it a point to spend time with her after he came home from work. He didn't dot hat much, because he was usually too tired. But he seemed to have a lot more energy now. She overheard her mother and father talking about a big promotion, but she didn't understand what it meant, only that it made them happy. And of course her attention from them doubled. Her mother had started letting her help in the kitchen. Mixing things with a big spoon was fun. She was always amazed that what she mixed turned into something different each time. Sometimes it was cookies, sometimes it was a cake, soup... it never stopped seeming like magic for her as she helped her mother in the kitchen. Then there was the cleaning up part, she didn't so much like that.

Then the day came! She went to the hospital with her parents... it was confusing for her. Everyone was talking fast and moving around so quickly here... Vicki found a chair in a small room where she was supposed to sit, and stayed to herself, afraid that someone might step on her. The TV was up on the wall, but it only showed the weather and that wasn't interesting. Her father seemed worried, but he still played with her. Kept telling her that it wouldn't be long now not long before Tootie was going to be here. She thought that her sisters name was funny, but she liked it. Tootie, the name seemed friendly in her mind.

Then the time came when a nurse came in telling them at Tootie had been born! Vicki followed her father, and the lady into another room, where her mother was in bed. Her mother was holding Tootie in her arms, and looked very tired. The baby was sleeping, she noticed as he father picked her up so she could have a better look. She crawled onto the bed with her mother, who held both Tootie, and Vicki. And that was the last time she felt wanted from either parent.

Weeks went by, then years. Now Tootie was three and she was six. As the years went on, Vicki started realizing that it was Tootie's fault no one paid attention to her anymore. Her mother had even stopped putting her hair up in pigtails now that Tootie's was long enough. Vicki just couldn't figure out what she had done wrong. Was it because her hair wasn't black like Tootie's? Did she do something wrong to make her parents mad at her? Or was she not a good enough big sister. Even though she had been ignored, she tired to be a good sister. But it got harder and harder to like her sister, when she saw that Tootie was getting everything she wasn't. Love and affection. Vicki's crude intelligence told her all she needed to know. She couldn't trust anyone that wanted to get close to her. All they wanted to do was hurt you.

She started getting into more and more trouble at school, there were supposed to be learning how to work well with others. And playing nice together... but Vicki didn't trust them she wanted to do her stuff alone. When the teacher told her that she couldn't she must work with someone. Vicki broke the toys she had been playing with... which lead to more and more issues. Now her parents were paying attention to her, though not in the ways he wanted... but they knew she still existed this way. So maybe...

A couple years later Vicki was nine when a boy from her class tried to kiss her. At this point she had started wanting attention. Love affection, she had started craving it. But six years of pent up rage, and frustration exploded out of her for the first time causing her to break the little boy's nose, then beating on him while he laid on the ground crying. After it was over, she instantly regretted it, and she wasn't sure what had made her do it. But it was the start of a long time of pain and torture, and not just for others. Each time she committed an act of violence, she berated herself... she had started believing that she wasn't even human anymore.

She had been so deep in thought, that she had not heard someone knocking on her door. The sound had roused Timmy, and he was coming out of her bedroom, his hair which was still too long was matted across his face. He looked cute like that... but she couldn't think about that right now. No Melissa was here, and the girl while she was nice and kind, tended to ask a lot of questions. "I got it Timmy, sorry I was lost in thought."

He nodded and went back into her room, as she got up and answered the door. Melissa and her mother stood there, Melissa had a big smile on her face. She liked Melissa, she wished there had been more kids like her in her old neighborhood. Maybe then she could have been nicer... even liked. The girls mother said she had a few minutes before having to go, and Vicki invited her in for something to drink. It occurred to her, that a parent had never really come into her apartment before... strange you'd think they'd want to know more about where their kids would be while they were gone.

"How is your friend Vicki?" Melissa's mom asked her once seated at the table, Melissa had done what she usually did, when Vicki was too busy to play with her at the time, sat in front of the TV and turned on cartoons.

"He's doing a lot better actually, but he sleeps most of the time." It was kind of relieving to tell this to someone, her parents had all but disowned her. Everyone had turned against her, more than emotionally. Of all the things to hate her for... loving someone had to be the worst reason.

"Is that him?" Melissa's mother asked quietly, at first she was confused by the question until she turned around and Timmy stood there. He had put on a button-up shirt that belonged to her. But it was males anyways so it didn't matter, it wasn't buttoned up and his ribs still showed painfully against his chest. He nodded in greeting, and said simply and quietly he was just thirsty. Drink in hand he left as slowly as he came, and disappeared into her room. "I thought you said he was doing better..."

"Actually he looks a lot better than when he first came here." Maybe because she had seen what he looked like that first night, he didn't seem to look so bad. But it would take time until he was healthy again. "When he first got here... he couldn't hold down much food." She went into more detail about what happened... just enough to tell her what had happened. How he disappeared one day, and was gone for two years. He that before he had contacted her, he had ran out of money a couple months before... to which she assumed he was starving. She hadn't really asked what had happened yet. When she realized that they had been there a while, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to keep you from your appointment."

"No it's alright... My appointment isn't' for another hour. Honestly... they way you sounded when you canceled a week ago. I just wanted to really make sure you were alright." Vicki looked up at the clock, she hadn't noticed when Melissa and her mother showed up that it was earlier than they should have been, she was too busy thinking about her own past. It made her feel... happy? That this person who didn't really know her other than as a babysitter, cared enough to see if she was alright. "Does your parents come by and help?"

"We don't talk... haven't talked in a year." That was kind of true, she really hadn't spoken with them since Timmy disappeared, she really didn't want to talk to someone that hated you for falling in love with someone. Yes Timmy was younger... it wasn't like she did anything with him. Well he kissed her... and hugged her... but that was because he loved her too.

"Well if you ever need anything let me know, Melissa loves coming over here. And usually your all she ever talks about." Her mother said, the conversation had went on and on. Something Vicki wasn't used to. No one had really cared that she was a person inside. They only cared what they could get from her. A babysitter, a employee, a customer... no one really saw the person... All but Timmy. And now this girl and her mother. It didn't feel like such a long time before Melissa's mother, Samantha had to go... And Vicki went to go and see what Melissa was watching.

"Is that him?" Melissa asked quietly standing up on the couch looking over the back towards the hallway. She had confided in the girl long ago, that she reminded her of a boy she used to know.

"That's him Squirt." Vicki smiled, Melissa still reminded her of Timmy. But now she was glad that Timmy was here... he was sleeping in the other room, but he was here with her. And that made all the difference in the world.

Melissa's mother had picked her up not long after she had started dinner for her and Timmy. They had another small conversation, as Melissa kept making excuses about leaving something here or there, while Vicki cooked. It was nice... it seemed normal, this is what Normal people do right? Sit and talk, have a conversation... this isn't so bad, she thought as she showed them out, and went to wake up Timmy. For dinner.