Okay, this is sort of a sad chapter…but at least I wasn't in tears…that was bad…anyway, if you're saying to yourself, "But Helga LOVES him! How could she just…not…LOVE HIM…just because they never talked?"…well…this will…sort of…explain it. She still loves him; she can feel something, some weird…force…but she doesn't understand it. And besides, she doesn't know what love feels like. Not really. So…yeah. Okay I'll let you read now! Here's Chapter 6! Wow! I've already got 6 chapters and I just started writing it 3 hours ago! Of course now my eyes are all red and puffy and in extreme PAIN but…that's not important, is it?
Chapter 6
Helga sobbed into her pillow. I had a feeling she did this every night, in this world. She tried to keep it quiet. Tried to hide her pain.
Did the Helga in *my* world do that? Hide her pain? Did Helga cry herself to sleep at night?
Probably not. In this world, her only friend seemed to be BRAINY. In my world, she had Phoebe…and me. Well, maybe I wasn't as good of a friend as I could have been, but could she blame me? She's always mean and nasty to me; always insulting and bullying me. Of course I didn't appreciate her.
But this, this hurt. Just seeing her cry like that. Seeing her alone, rejected, and ignored. No wonder she was a bully. She wanted to avoid THIS.
I looked around her room. It was different than her room in the other world. Back there, when I'd gone into her room, there was hearted wallpaper; now the walls were painted black. Back there, she wore pink every day, her room had been pink, her dress had been pink…her bow had been pink.
How could I have overlooked it! Her bow! I can't believe I didn't notice before! In this world, Helga didn't have her bow! This whole time, she'd been without it.
Her dress was still pink. She still wore the familiar white t-shirt, the same white shoes.
But where was the bow? Why wasn't she wearing it?
Suddenly, Helga sat upright, wiped her tears, and let out a gasp. She looked around the room wildly, but saw nothing.
In a scared, vulnerable voice, she whimpered. "W-who's there?"
My eyeballs popped out of my skull. A creepy sensation ran all throughout my body. She could feel me. Maybe she couldn't see me, or even hear me-but she could feel me.
Even though I doubted she could hear, I tried to speak to her anyway. "Helga, Helga it's me, Arnold."
When she didn't hear anything, Helga shrugged, and once again returned to burying her face in her pillow; but now she'd stopped crying. About two minutes later, she laid on her back, staring at the ceiling.
"What did I do to deserve this?" she said aloud, not asking anyone in particular.
However, it reached my ears, and I felt a pang of guilt and responded solemnly.
"Nothing, Helga. You did nothing."
Chapter 6
Helga sobbed into her pillow. I had a feeling she did this every night, in this world. She tried to keep it quiet. Tried to hide her pain.
Did the Helga in *my* world do that? Hide her pain? Did Helga cry herself to sleep at night?
Probably not. In this world, her only friend seemed to be BRAINY. In my world, she had Phoebe…and me. Well, maybe I wasn't as good of a friend as I could have been, but could she blame me? She's always mean and nasty to me; always insulting and bullying me. Of course I didn't appreciate her.
But this, this hurt. Just seeing her cry like that. Seeing her alone, rejected, and ignored. No wonder she was a bully. She wanted to avoid THIS.
I looked around her room. It was different than her room in the other world. Back there, when I'd gone into her room, there was hearted wallpaper; now the walls were painted black. Back there, she wore pink every day, her room had been pink, her dress had been pink…her bow had been pink.
How could I have overlooked it! Her bow! I can't believe I didn't notice before! In this world, Helga didn't have her bow! This whole time, she'd been without it.
Her dress was still pink. She still wore the familiar white t-shirt, the same white shoes.
But where was the bow? Why wasn't she wearing it?
Suddenly, Helga sat upright, wiped her tears, and let out a gasp. She looked around the room wildly, but saw nothing.
In a scared, vulnerable voice, she whimpered. "W-who's there?"
My eyeballs popped out of my skull. A creepy sensation ran all throughout my body. She could feel me. Maybe she couldn't see me, or even hear me-but she could feel me.
Even though I doubted she could hear, I tried to speak to her anyway. "Helga, Helga it's me, Arnold."
When she didn't hear anything, Helga shrugged, and once again returned to burying her face in her pillow; but now she'd stopped crying. About two minutes later, she laid on her back, staring at the ceiling.
"What did I do to deserve this?" she said aloud, not asking anyone in particular.
However, it reached my ears, and I felt a pang of guilt and responded solemnly.
"Nothing, Helga. You did nothing."