Please review!!! You know, I don't know if anybody is really reading this. I just want to know that. Anyway, this chapter is all about Helga and her moral (yes, moral!!!) and, of course, her relashionship with Arnold.

Without anything more to say…

Ode to John Lennon

Chapter 6

Helga run upstairs as fast as she can, without paying attention to Bob Pataki's yells. Her bedroom was, like it always has been, pink. Some people must say: "of course, she's all musht in the inside, and has feelings and all, that's why her room is so girlish". But that is what non observant people say, because Helga's room hid its real intetion: provocation. The secret of it was in the furiosity of the colour, the brighness of the decoration; that was the reason she use that bright pink, almost fuxia, almost floresent colour. Her room provoke a psychic reaction: if you stay for a while, you will realise that an feeling of utter fatigue came up to your bones, your eyes will get tired and ichy because of the brighness of the walls, and then they will become wet because of your own tiredness. At the same time, it will rose in your psiquis a static condition, like you are expectiong for something, with all your nerves in a high recepion. But most of all, the real changes will happen when you leave Helga's room: you will get tired, but not sleepy; at the contrary, you will become all expectations, because the bright of the colour and the decoration wil influence in you giving energy. And because your eyes are used to the pink colour, the street will seems to be really sad and grey, and a fog seems to be around you constantly, thanks to the wetness on your eyes. In other words, it seems to be a dream situation, tired and extactic at the same time, and cover with fog, and you will be expecting to wake up at any moment from there.

Helga, as many artist before her, use her room as an escape. Every time she leaves it, and relying on the dream the world seems to be, she is hoping she can wake up of that bad dream she has for life. This hope is one of the things she use to keep going on with her life now that Arnold left.

Oh, yeah, about that…

"What shuld I do?", she asked. "Okey, yeah, I know what I should do. I shold do what arnold would do if he'd be here, that is: helping Olga, be the good sister, convince Bob that it's the best and all. But I don't want to… besides, Arnold would never understand my situation, he don't have a unbarable sister, who happen to be in love with his best friend brother, and… he has not the right to say anything… he hasn't living what I had!!!… he hasn't suffer what I had and…and…

…(sight) oh, yeah, he has being worst than I, I forgot".

Slowly, Helga went to her closet, opened the door and put her dresses aside. She looked for a box with papers, and carried it to her bed. She needed to relax, and started reading all those papers, as a slow smile appered in her face. Poems?? I don't think so, at least all her poems start with "Dear Helga".

And as Helga read the letters, the memories she wasn't able to manage at the time, slowly returned at her. But not as an anvil falling over Willie Coyote; it felt like a warm drizzle in a summer day, quiet, slow, but persistent.

And she rememerred…

-flashback-

"I'm going out!!!

"I said: I'm going out!!!

… (this means: utter silence)

"Some things never changes" Helga mutered under her breath.

It was a beatiful sunny, warm holiday day, but a nine year old Helga wasn't in the mood to apreciate it. "I suppose the guys're playing in the Geraldfield, but I don't feel like baseball today". So, in that case, she headed to the park. Helga found her favourite spot, the bridge. She enjoyed looking at the clear water, even clearer that the sky, for it has clouds, but the water has that slow motion of it. Sometimes, the slow and persistent movement of the water seems to be the beating of a heart. I supose that that make it a living being.

"Sometimes, I wish I have no parents. I guess that I would be much better.

"Don't say that.

Helga jumped, startled by the sound of a voice. But she knew that voice: it belongs to her beloved, to Arnold, to her Prometeus, to her Romeo, to the most living of all the living beings in the world. To her hope and love.

In fact, there he was, standing behind her, with a strange expresion in his face: sadness, curiosity and apprehension.

And she suddenly remembered who Arnold was, and how her recent words could have hurt him. And her expresion changed from utter surprise to anxiety and concern. Arnold noted this, and smiled a bit, only a bit. He walked next to where she was leaning into and say:

"Problems at home?

Helga expresions return to the ordinary one, that is, a scowl.

"Nothing out of the ordinary

"I see.

They stood in silence for a while. Arnold was busy contmplationg the water, like if it hid an answer, and Helga was fighting with her curiosity. But, it won:

"But you don't seem to be fine yourself.

"What?" said Arnold, sincerely surprised. "Oh, no. I'm fine, really.

But Helga's second name wasn't "patience". (It's Geraldine, for the record)

"Listen, bucko, I know when somebody has a problem, and you have one, don't you dare treating me like a dumb ass, got it!!

"Okey, sorry, calm donw.

"So…?

"So what?

"Don't make me loose my patience!!!

"Which one?

Helga was about to ask again (or should i said yell) when Arnold suddenly asked:

"Did you really mean it…?

"What?

"I mean, what you just say, about your parents.

"Oh, that"

Helga spend a little in thinking.

"Well, not really, I mean, I was feeling really bad right then, and I said some things that I really didn't want to say, so…" at this point, Helga looked over to Arnold, and seeing his look of unbelieving, she said "so…crap, yes, I really mean it. Sometimes I hope I don't have parents. But after all those times I come back home.

"Do you love them??

"That's a tricky question. I don't think I hate them, and sometimes i get along fine with them, so, yes i guess i love them. But I don't forgive them.

"For what"

"For neglected me

"I understand.

"No, you don't. Nobody really neglected you.

"You are wrong. I have been neglected.

"By who?

"Arnold?

"but you do love them, right?

"I guess so. I know I don't like them the way I should, and they don't like me the way they should. That's it. I don't like them, but I love them. Did it make sence?

"I guess.

"Are you gonna tell me"

"Tell you what?

"You are really making me lose it. In the name of heck, could you tell me what's bothering you?!!?

"Why you care anyway?

"I don't…I mean…after all this stupid discussion I belive I deserve an answer.

"I guess so…( phew) Okey, I'll tell you, but only if you swear don't tell anybody

"Yeah, yeah, Y swear.

"Helga!

"Okey, don't get all stressed up. I swear for…for…for this bridge. Are you happy?

"I guess…

"So…?

"Oh, yeah. Okey, how can I said this? This is really hard. Okey, here it goes: I know where they are…

"That's it? That's all? 'I know where they are'. Gee, don't you have anything more to say? All this for nothing, and…

"My parents. I know where my parents are.