Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold or anything else, but this story. I can
torture my characters mercilessly though. Oh, before I forget and get sued,
I don't own the song "Hello" by Evanescence.
A/N: Well, I'm dedicating this chapter to my reviewers. I love you all, especially since you guys seem to love it! ^_^ Oh, last chapter! Hope you like it.
"" means speaking
'' means thoughts
"I Would Die For You"
Chapter Two: Aftermath
'I know she's here, she's always here'. He closed his eyes and eased his quickened breath as he heard his skylight creak open, already knowing his late night visitor. Arnold smiled inwardly as he felt her presence move around his room. He felt her eyes bore through him, probably filled with questions and longing. He never knew why she always visited him, but deep down he somehow relished it. The smell of her just enticed him completely. It made him want more of her.
He wanted to hold her in his arms, take her troubles away and be with her. Unfortunately, he had that chance. Just because he was suddenly popular didn't mean he was a new Arnold, though some would say otherwise. When she asked him to the homecoming dance those few months ago, he was surprised, but also happy.
He couldn't figure out why so he dismissed the feelings as nothing more than friendship. Frustrated with these memories, the blonde teen turned over to the other side facing his shelf, he didn't want her to see his face at the moment. He wanted to remember the old days when things were simple, and love was innocent. Nothing would ever come back, and everything changes.
Arnold heard the couch creak, remembering that Helga was still in his room.
'Probably laying on the couch. Thinking about God knows what.' He sighed quietly and turned around opposite of his bookshelf.
Arnold saw blonde hair glistening in the moonlight, and also the barely audible whimpering from the same direction.
'I'm the reason for those tears. If only she just knew how I truly felt. I'm such a coward, I have to do something. I know! I'll tell her tomorrow.'
He smiled to himself at his ingenious plan and finally fell asleep, dreaming of the life he and Helga would share.
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Playground School Bell Rings Again
Rain Clouds Come to Play Again
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The next morning Arnold awoke to the sound of sirens blaring outside the boarding house. Frustrated, he walked downstairs to the front door and opened it.
The sirens multiplied as more ambulances and police cars arrived. Arnold walked out to his stoop and saw a crumpled body being picked up by men and placed into a black body bag. He still didn't understand what was happening, and couldn't find the words to ask.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar strand of blonde hair peek out through the bag and a river of tears began to flow. He wanted to rip out his chest, the pain was intolerable as he stared at the black body bag.
'No, no. This is NOT happening. It can't.' Arnold, losing all sense, ran towards the men carrying the black body bag.
"NO! Stop! She's still alive!," he yelled, pushing the men away. The drop from the roof to the ground wasn't that high, so only Helga's neck was broken.
He pulled away the constricting plastic covering his childhood bully and saw her angelic face. It looked as if she was still sleeping, and he wished she would just open her beautiful blue eyes and push him away calling him a stupid football head. More tears began to greet Arnold's face as he remembered everything they've been through.
'I caused this. It should be me, not her. She didn't deserve this.'
He brushed her cheek gently and frowned at the touch. Cold and lifeless.
'If only I told her while she was in my room then this would have never happened.' Arnold was pulled away by his Grandpa as the men sealed up the body once again and brought her into the ambulance.
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Has No One Told You She's Not Breathing?
Hello I'm Your Mind Giving You
Someone To Talk To
Hello
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Everything went into slow motion after that. The questions from the police, the crying of other students, the wallowing in self-pity and finally the funeral. He was a stone, filled with absolutely no emotion. The whole gang was there paying their respects to the class bully, the outcast, and the outstanding actress in high school.
Arnold didn't hear the words of the priest, or the words of Helga's family. He stared at her body lying there peacefully trying somehow to telepathically wake her up. To no avail.
Maybe he was still sleeping and now he was late for school. He doubted it, not even in his dreams did he feel so much despair and sadness. Tears began to fall again as they lowered her coffin into the ground. Many of his friends came up to him asking if he was all right. He smiled weakly and said anything to get them to leave him alone.
He walked off once the last of his friends retreated.
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If I Smile And Don't Believe
Soon I Know I'll Wake From This Dream
Don't try to Fix Me I'm not Broken
Hello I'm The Lie Living For You So You Can Hide
Don't cry
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He reached a nice secluded hill under a tree and sat upon the ground. Oh, how he wanted to kill himself, join Helga in whatever afterlife she is in. But, he knew he can't do that. He might as well live in misery for the rest of his life then take the easy way out, like Helga did.
'She should've held on. Helga G. Pataki was strong.' He suddenly became angry at her for leaving him. After a few moments, realization finally hit him and his features softened.
'Her only weakness was me.' He held his head in his hands, his sobs reaching no one. And finally he straightened his position and looked at the view that was in front of him for so long. Shakily sighing, he laid on his back and closed his eyes.
A warm wind passed and he could hear a voice saying "Until we meet again my love".
That voice calmed him and he had the strength to open his eyes again facing the clouds. One cloud in particular caught his eye. One shaped like a bow.
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Suddenly I Know I'm Not Sleeping
Hello I'm Still Here
All That's Left Of Yesterday
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Hey! Well, what did you guys think? Wrote this in 30 minutes. Sorry if it's short, I know you guys deserved a longer one. Hey, at least I didn't keep you guys in suspense. Surprisingly I had a surge of inspiration. Please R/R! And look for another HA! Fic from me, because I got this great idea for another one. Well, must depart. I bid you good day!
A/N: Well, I'm dedicating this chapter to my reviewers. I love you all, especially since you guys seem to love it! ^_^ Oh, last chapter! Hope you like it.
"" means speaking
'' means thoughts
"I Would Die For You"
Chapter Two: Aftermath
'I know she's here, she's always here'. He closed his eyes and eased his quickened breath as he heard his skylight creak open, already knowing his late night visitor. Arnold smiled inwardly as he felt her presence move around his room. He felt her eyes bore through him, probably filled with questions and longing. He never knew why she always visited him, but deep down he somehow relished it. The smell of her just enticed him completely. It made him want more of her.
He wanted to hold her in his arms, take her troubles away and be with her. Unfortunately, he had that chance. Just because he was suddenly popular didn't mean he was a new Arnold, though some would say otherwise. When she asked him to the homecoming dance those few months ago, he was surprised, but also happy.
He couldn't figure out why so he dismissed the feelings as nothing more than friendship. Frustrated with these memories, the blonde teen turned over to the other side facing his shelf, he didn't want her to see his face at the moment. He wanted to remember the old days when things were simple, and love was innocent. Nothing would ever come back, and everything changes.
Arnold heard the couch creak, remembering that Helga was still in his room.
'Probably laying on the couch. Thinking about God knows what.' He sighed quietly and turned around opposite of his bookshelf.
Arnold saw blonde hair glistening in the moonlight, and also the barely audible whimpering from the same direction.
'I'm the reason for those tears. If only she just knew how I truly felt. I'm such a coward, I have to do something. I know! I'll tell her tomorrow.'
He smiled to himself at his ingenious plan and finally fell asleep, dreaming of the life he and Helga would share.
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Playground School Bell Rings Again
Rain Clouds Come to Play Again
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The next morning Arnold awoke to the sound of sirens blaring outside the boarding house. Frustrated, he walked downstairs to the front door and opened it.
The sirens multiplied as more ambulances and police cars arrived. Arnold walked out to his stoop and saw a crumpled body being picked up by men and placed into a black body bag. He still didn't understand what was happening, and couldn't find the words to ask.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar strand of blonde hair peek out through the bag and a river of tears began to flow. He wanted to rip out his chest, the pain was intolerable as he stared at the black body bag.
'No, no. This is NOT happening. It can't.' Arnold, losing all sense, ran towards the men carrying the black body bag.
"NO! Stop! She's still alive!," he yelled, pushing the men away. The drop from the roof to the ground wasn't that high, so only Helga's neck was broken.
He pulled away the constricting plastic covering his childhood bully and saw her angelic face. It looked as if she was still sleeping, and he wished she would just open her beautiful blue eyes and push him away calling him a stupid football head. More tears began to greet Arnold's face as he remembered everything they've been through.
'I caused this. It should be me, not her. She didn't deserve this.'
He brushed her cheek gently and frowned at the touch. Cold and lifeless.
'If only I told her while she was in my room then this would have never happened.' Arnold was pulled away by his Grandpa as the men sealed up the body once again and brought her into the ambulance.
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Has No One Told You She's Not Breathing?
Hello I'm Your Mind Giving You
Someone To Talk To
Hello
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Everything went into slow motion after that. The questions from the police, the crying of other students, the wallowing in self-pity and finally the funeral. He was a stone, filled with absolutely no emotion. The whole gang was there paying their respects to the class bully, the outcast, and the outstanding actress in high school.
Arnold didn't hear the words of the priest, or the words of Helga's family. He stared at her body lying there peacefully trying somehow to telepathically wake her up. To no avail.
Maybe he was still sleeping and now he was late for school. He doubted it, not even in his dreams did he feel so much despair and sadness. Tears began to fall again as they lowered her coffin into the ground. Many of his friends came up to him asking if he was all right. He smiled weakly and said anything to get them to leave him alone.
He walked off once the last of his friends retreated.
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If I Smile And Don't Believe
Soon I Know I'll Wake From This Dream
Don't try to Fix Me I'm not Broken
Hello I'm The Lie Living For You So You Can Hide
Don't cry
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He reached a nice secluded hill under a tree and sat upon the ground. Oh, how he wanted to kill himself, join Helga in whatever afterlife she is in. But, he knew he can't do that. He might as well live in misery for the rest of his life then take the easy way out, like Helga did.
'She should've held on. Helga G. Pataki was strong.' He suddenly became angry at her for leaving him. After a few moments, realization finally hit him and his features softened.
'Her only weakness was me.' He held his head in his hands, his sobs reaching no one. And finally he straightened his position and looked at the view that was in front of him for so long. Shakily sighing, he laid on his back and closed his eyes.
A warm wind passed and he could hear a voice saying "Until we meet again my love".
That voice calmed him and he had the strength to open his eyes again facing the clouds. One cloud in particular caught his eye. One shaped like a bow.
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Suddenly I Know I'm Not Sleeping
Hello I'm Still Here
All That's Left Of Yesterday
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--
------
-----
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Hey! Well, what did you guys think? Wrote this in 30 minutes. Sorry if it's short, I know you guys deserved a longer one. Hey, at least I didn't keep you guys in suspense. Surprisingly I had a surge of inspiration. Please R/R! And look for another HA! Fic from me, because I got this great idea for another one. Well, must depart. I bid you good day!
