The Unknown Truth
Chapter 9
The Poem
Vision of:
Helga
Fan Fic By: .
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Helga was in tears, Arnold had nearly assaulted her, and Helga's one and only true love had hurt her so badly she could of cried forever. She didn't know weather she hated him more than Lila, or loved him more than her work of art. (A/N: For those of you who are a bit wondering, I consider any kind of writing art, except for maybe reports like some machine :P)
She could hear him follow her, his footsteps grew louder as she began to sob louder and walk louder until she broke into a run. "Helga!!" he bellowed almost like a plead for forgiveness and although she might forgive him later she wanted him to feel the guilt of scaring her for life.
He wasn't pursuing anymore but she didn't stop running until she reached her house though she had stopped crying but her heart had crumbled to little bits of broken glass that she felt would never be able to be repaired. Helga stepped inside her house to see once again the same crowd only they were drinking some wine, "Hey Helga!! Want here the good news?" her father offered but Helga just continued up stairs, ignoring the frowns from her family.
She was upstairs meeting up with her bed who welcomed her to lay on as her pillow was begging her let out all her tears soak into feeling her deepened pain. She jumped onto her bed to have it groan, but turn back to normal height when it adjusted to her weight. As she was about have a nice dream her phone rang.
Answering it she greeted the caller a weak and choked hello, the sound Arnolds calm voice saying her name wanted her to burst into to tears, but instead she hung up. She didn't trust herself to say anything not that she would mind it. Several minutes later the phone rang again, she didn't bother to say anything but wait and sure enough it was Arnold. She slammed the phone onto the receiver, though it was useless after a couple more calls were made and canceled.
Once again the phone rang with a shrill annoyance and Helga answered one more time but this time it would be the last. "Helga." Helga in pure anger screamed "Arnold get this through you thick skull, I hate you!! I'd rather spend the rest of my life counting all the grains of sand than spend even one moment with you!! Now, go to hell!!" though this time she did not have hang up; he did so himself. As though she had woken up from a terrible trance Helga began to spill all her tears onto her pillow, as she sobbed for mercy of disappearing.
Helga might have been more than happy spending a whole two days to herself, today she was cursed with anger, guilt, hurtfulness, and more emotions than she put a finger on. Now she wished she could talk to somebody other than her friends or family and especially to Arnold who probably hated her as much as she hated him.
Her therapist would most likely be home, the only thing she could turn to; was her diary or art that always helped her cheer up or forget things. But she was feeling so downright lousy and depressed that she could have had her legs amputated and not even notice they were removed. The music was blaring, lights off and she was laying on the couch lifelessly as if to hope that her soul would leave her broken down body.
Her diary lay next to her on the paper covered coffee table that looked more like a desk than what it was originated to be, as she turned off the music sighing she reached for her pink diary that was starting to turn a nasty color of old yellow as the diary's once bright pink color was starting to fade. She opened her diary pealing the pages apart searching for a blank page, whisking a nice light blue pen she began to write.
Another day,
Another Time
But you are no longer mine
Heart broken
Shredded by you words
I am free
For you have no hold of me
Your kind eyes haunt me with you cruel ones
You words sting me like a needle
My heart nothing more than scattered glass
But think nothing of it as trash
Though it takes time to heal
But you have lost the key
That holds the real me
Yet I still yearn
To feel you lips upon mine
But yet again that will be another time
(A/N sorry I'm not too good with poems but I like to right them)
She gently closed her diary, several hot tears rolling down her cheeks, she set her diary down laying back down sighing again she thought of all her poems about Arnold, how much time, passion, and truth she put into them and yet she had now thought they had all gone to waste with a few simple but hurtful words
Helga sat up it was two in the afternoon, she wished she could of spent the last four hours than wasting her time by sleeping, though she attempted to take a walk she had thought better of it Arnold usually spent his days off outside. Though staying inside was driving her nuts, but it was for her own sanity that she kept herself on the couch.
Chapter 9
The Poem
Vision of:
Helga
Fan Fic By: .
|+| Hannah-Banana |+|.
Helga was in tears, Arnold had nearly assaulted her, and Helga's one and only true love had hurt her so badly she could of cried forever. She didn't know weather she hated him more than Lila, or loved him more than her work of art. (A/N: For those of you who are a bit wondering, I consider any kind of writing art, except for maybe reports like some machine :P)
She could hear him follow her, his footsteps grew louder as she began to sob louder and walk louder until she broke into a run. "Helga!!" he bellowed almost like a plead for forgiveness and although she might forgive him later she wanted him to feel the guilt of scaring her for life.
He wasn't pursuing anymore but she didn't stop running until she reached her house though she had stopped crying but her heart had crumbled to little bits of broken glass that she felt would never be able to be repaired. Helga stepped inside her house to see once again the same crowd only they were drinking some wine, "Hey Helga!! Want here the good news?" her father offered but Helga just continued up stairs, ignoring the frowns from her family.
She was upstairs meeting up with her bed who welcomed her to lay on as her pillow was begging her let out all her tears soak into feeling her deepened pain. She jumped onto her bed to have it groan, but turn back to normal height when it adjusted to her weight. As she was about have a nice dream her phone rang.
Answering it she greeted the caller a weak and choked hello, the sound Arnolds calm voice saying her name wanted her to burst into to tears, but instead she hung up. She didn't trust herself to say anything not that she would mind it. Several minutes later the phone rang again, she didn't bother to say anything but wait and sure enough it was Arnold. She slammed the phone onto the receiver, though it was useless after a couple more calls were made and canceled.
Once again the phone rang with a shrill annoyance and Helga answered one more time but this time it would be the last. "Helga." Helga in pure anger screamed "Arnold get this through you thick skull, I hate you!! I'd rather spend the rest of my life counting all the grains of sand than spend even one moment with you!! Now, go to hell!!" though this time she did not have hang up; he did so himself. As though she had woken up from a terrible trance Helga began to spill all her tears onto her pillow, as she sobbed for mercy of disappearing.
Helga might have been more than happy spending a whole two days to herself, today she was cursed with anger, guilt, hurtfulness, and more emotions than she put a finger on. Now she wished she could talk to somebody other than her friends or family and especially to Arnold who probably hated her as much as she hated him.
Her therapist would most likely be home, the only thing she could turn to; was her diary or art that always helped her cheer up or forget things. But she was feeling so downright lousy and depressed that she could have had her legs amputated and not even notice they were removed. The music was blaring, lights off and she was laying on the couch lifelessly as if to hope that her soul would leave her broken down body.
Her diary lay next to her on the paper covered coffee table that looked more like a desk than what it was originated to be, as she turned off the music sighing she reached for her pink diary that was starting to turn a nasty color of old yellow as the diary's once bright pink color was starting to fade. She opened her diary pealing the pages apart searching for a blank page, whisking a nice light blue pen she began to write.
Another day,
Another Time
But you are no longer mine
Heart broken
Shredded by you words
I am free
For you have no hold of me
Your kind eyes haunt me with you cruel ones
You words sting me like a needle
My heart nothing more than scattered glass
But think nothing of it as trash
Though it takes time to heal
But you have lost the key
That holds the real me
Yet I still yearn
To feel you lips upon mine
But yet again that will be another time
(A/N sorry I'm not too good with poems but I like to right them)
She gently closed her diary, several hot tears rolling down her cheeks, she set her diary down laying back down sighing again she thought of all her poems about Arnold, how much time, passion, and truth she put into them and yet she had now thought they had all gone to waste with a few simple but hurtful words
Helga sat up it was two in the afternoon, she wished she could of spent the last four hours than wasting her time by sleeping, though she attempted to take a walk she had thought better of it Arnold usually spent his days off outside. Though staying inside was driving her nuts, but it was for her own sanity that she kept herself on the couch.