AN/ This is my first HA fic. It is short but it makes a point on life. It's in 1st person POV.
Disclaimer: Hey Arnold, don't own it, don't want it… well maybe. Also, if there really is a movie called "Love's Kiss", I don't own it! I DO own the story line however!
A Perfect Life
By Dreamer
My life is going great. I'm getting high marks in school, I have a full scholarship for university next year, and I've got a great girlfriend. Basically, my life is perfect and nothing can hurt me.
Let me tell you a bit more about my wonderful girl. She has a great sense of humor, she's popular, beautiful, she's very sweet and smart. To describe her in one word, perfect. She loves me ever so much, and I do her the same.
Tonight, I'm taking her to a romance flick at the old theater. It's called "Love's Kiss". Supposedly, so many couples went and ended up making out that they had to hire a security person to walk up and down the aisles with a flashlight! Ha! I would never do that to my girl. Not unless she wanted me to… but that's beside the point.
Anyway, I'm almost ready to pick her up. I check myself over in the mirror, making sure I look good. To my right, I hear the mail slide through the mail slot on the door. I go over to pick it up. Bill, bill, junk mail, bill, and a letter addressed to me. I put the rest of the mail on the phone stand and I take the letter opener and go to sit down on the couch. I rip open the envelope and pull out a pink sheet with writing on it. I look at the writing. I see numerous blotches of ink where it seems droplets of water met with still wet ink. I read:
Dear Arnold,
It's been fifteen long years since that first day I laid my eyes on you. I fell instantly in love. You were the only one that had ever cared about me. Six years later, I told you how I felt, remember? Atop Scheck's building?
You, however, wanted everything to go back to the way it was before. You couldn't love me, so I didn't want to hurt you. I agreed to 'forget' about you. But I couldn't. Day and night, your picture hung clear in my mind and your voice haunted my dreams, I was madly in love with you, and still am. But I know I can never have you.
That is why I've made a decision. I don't want to hurt you and nobody else will miss me, so, goodbye Arnold. Forget about me.
With Love,
Helga G. Pataki
I finish the letter and panic is swept through me. I can't feel my legs as I run out the door. Fear, hurt and sadness are the emotions that are running through my mind as I run to her house. I remember her not being at school. When I brought her homework to her house, her parents said she wasn't home. She had been gone since the night before. Her father simply said, "She's probably gone and got herself knocked up. She's old enough, she can try and take care of herself!" I felt sorry for her.
When I reach her house, the police are already there. "Helga's dead," one of the police officers explain to me. They carry her body out in a black bag. "She was found when her mother cleaned the attic above her room. She was next to some strangely assorted decorations, with her hands over a knife in her heart." Just as I feared, suicide.
The world begins to spin. I feel nauseous. I can't see as my limbs go numb. I fall to the ground with a 'thud' and I black out. The last thing I think is, "You hurt me more than you'll ever know."
What did ya think??? PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! I'm begging… Please!
Anyway, enough of that. I just wanted to say, this story reflects the feelings of the friends of people who commit suicide.
It might be tough on you, but running away from your problems effects everyone who knows you.
There's my two cent advice, maybe you can by a candy with it? Of course it's not worth much because it's Canadian…
Anyway, I'm tired 'cause I've had a long training camp today and tomorrow is much of the same thing, so until next time!
~Dreamer
