Shattered


Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold! Is that clear to you or should I say it again?

~*Happily ever after,
That's how they want you to think it will be,
But it's not,
Not at all in reality.
The deaths, the tears, the fears, the falls,
Through it all we still go on.
The broken hearts,
the cheating friends,
So much pain that never ends.
The fake smiles that seem to make everything ok,
But no for you, because you know the pain won't go away.
Bright and cheery, but oh so weary,
Because inside your heart is breaking in two.*~



After Helga walked out of the classroom, Arnold sat there and wondered two things. The first was "Why was Helga crying." and the second was: "I wonder who the person she wrote that for is...?"

In the bathroom, Helga stared at the pearly tile on the floor. "I can't keep on living like this... Every time something happens, I end up having a relapse and begin to love Arnold again..." Helga had all these thoughts twirling around in her head while staring at the pearly, glossy, and rosy colored tile.

Back in the classroom Arnold was beginning to wonder why he even cared about Helga. As Mr. Simmons read more of Helga's poetry, Arnold's girlfriend Jillian began whispering things to him.

"What a nut-case!" Jillian said.

"I wonder if she's talking about Helga or Mr. Simmons..." Arnold said to himself.

"Hellooooo? Earth the Arnold!!" Jillian whispered

"Sorry Jill, I wasn't paying attention" Arnold said

"Ugh! Obviously! Anyway, what do you want to do this weekend? I was thinking about going to this cool rave downtown!" Jillian stated

"I thought we just went to a rave last week." Arnold bluntly said

"So what? There's always something new going on here!" Jillian explained

"Fine, fine, fine..." Arnold said. "Why do I put up with this? I used to love Jillian, but now I feel so superficial! Im a fucking trophy boyfriend!!" Arnold thought.

(Yet, inside the bathrooms...)

"I can't take this anymore!! It's only senior year and I have gotten all of my credits. There's nothing here left for me...Now where to go is the question..." Helga thought.

She slowly rose off the toilet seat and walked out of the bathroom. Walking to the classroom, she could still here, even from down the hall, Mr. Simmons reading her poetry. Helga took a deep breath and walked back inside the classroom.

"Helga! I'm glad to see that you're back!! Your poetry is just so 'special!' Do you think that you could perhaps tell us one of the many poems you wrote?" Mr. Simmons asked.

"Um...I don't think so Mr. Simmons. Im not feeling well, so im about to go home." Helga stated.

"Well then, before you leave you MUST tell us a poem of yours!" Mr. Simmons insisted.

"I said I didn't want to Mr. Simmons!" Helga exclaimed.

"Mrs. Pataki, now i'm not one to fuss over something, but you are a 'special' student and i am not insiting but DEMANDING you to read one of your poems....now." mr. Simmons said

"Fine! Ill read one of my fucking poems!!!"

'Helga! Such language in the classroom! i'm not sure what has gotten into you, but I don't apporive of it. But before I send you to the office you have to read a poem"

Helga sighed and accepted defeat.

"Please dont judge me by my face,
by my religion or my race.
Please dont laugh at what i wear,
or how I look or do my hair.
Please look a little deeper,
way down deep inside.
And although you may not see it,
I have a lot to hide.
Behind my clothes the secrets lie,
behind my smile, I softly cry.
Please look a little deeper, a
nd maybe you will see.
The lonely little girl,
that lives inside of me.
Please listen carefully to her,
she'll show that she is insecure
Please try to be a friend to her,
and show her that you care.
Please just get to know her,
and maybe you will see.
That if you just look deep enough,
you'll find the real me."

Helga recited this poem from memory. Out off all of her 300 plus poems she had written about Arnold, this was her faveorite. As everyone in the class stared at her, Helga slowly walked to her seat, picked up her purse & backpack, and walked out of the room, daring never to look back.

Arnold watch this from his chair, wishing that he could run after her. But he knew that he could not. He had no idea why he even cared about running after her. Yet something in his heart compelled him to go. But still, listening to his brain and not his heart, he began to talk to Jillian about their weekend plans.

Outside, Helga wondered where she was going to go. Her mother was at work so she wouldn't be home when Helga came home and left again.

When she arrived home, she took off her long black coat and placed it on the coat hanger at the front door.

"At least i'll be gone before Olga gets home." Helga stated to herself.

She walked upstairs and began to pack her things.

Helga packed everything that she owned. At the last moment, she threw in her box of poetry books just in case she wanted to ever publish some of the poems. "Not as though anyone would read them..." After she finished packing, she went into her bathroom and turned on the shower. The mirror in the bathroom began to slowly heat up and Helga took off her clothes. Through the steam on the mirror, she could see herself. Helga then began to weep slowly because she had become to truly believe that she would never be loved by anyone except herself. She stepped into the shower and tried to wash away her problems. After her 20 minute shower, Helga slowly stepped out and dried herself off. She walked out of the bathroom and began to dress herself into a long black skirt, a white top, and grabbed her suitcase. She stopped in the kitchen and went into the hidden drawer that she had made underneath the cabbinet. Inside, there was 4 credit cards and $978.50 in hundreds, twentys, and other small bills. Helga put these into the pocket of her skirt and left the kitchen. In the living room, she found a piece of paper and wrote a note to her mother.

Dear mother:

I'm sorry to disappoint you but I will never be the daughter that Olga has been. I constantly only live in her shadow and I feel as though I cannot beat the pain any longer. Please don't be upset in my behalf because I am going to move to a place where no one knows me and I can start over again. Every so often, I promise to write you and see how you are doing. I will probably miss you dearly even though you hardly ever showed me you loved me. I love you mother, and I'm sorry I could not have been a better daughter to you.
Love,
Helga


After Helga finished her note, she walked to the front door, put on her long black coat, and left the world that had for so long toutered her poor soul.

When Helga arrived at the airport, she had no clue where she was going to go to. She had no friends, no family, and knew no other languages except English. Helga knew that she should go to Europe, but she didn't know where. Suddenly, a large boom was heard and a blast of hot air blasted her face before she blacked out.

"Where am I...?"

"Doctor! The patient is waking up!!!!"

"The noise...."

"The patient? Wakeing up? Call the others in!!!"

"The pain...! I can't see anything."

"Miss Pataki? Are you awake?" A voice asked

"WhereamI...?"

"Shes speaking!!!!! Miss. Pataki! Can you see anything?"

"...No..." The girl answered.

"Just as I feared. Miss. Pataki, do you remeber anything about where you are?" the voice inquired.

"Um..."

~Flashback~

Please dont judge me by my face,
by my religion or my race.
Please dont laugh at what i wear,
or how I look or do my hair.
Please look a little deeper,
way down deep inside...
Please try to be a friend to her,
and show her that you care.
Please just get to know her,
...That if you just look deep enough,
you'll find the real me.

~End Flashback~

"I think so...but why...what....can't see..." Helga stated.

"Um...Miss. Pataki, I don't know how do say this, but I beleive that you are blind." the doctor stated.

And with those words, Helga knew her life would never be the same again. All her hopes, her dreams, everything....demoslished because she was in the right place at the wrong time.


How was this for a sequal? All comments are excepted. (I NEED criticism!)