The Unknown Truth
Chapter 17
Death
Vision of:
Helga
Fan Fic By:
.|+| Hannah-Banana |+|.
(I had not really intended to make a death in this fan fiction, but in the last two years I have lost so many people and good friends, a Grandfather, another grandfather, my dearest cat, a close neighbor, and the neighbors dog and Thursday I saw a man dead because he had crashed with a car on his motorcycle. This chapter is dedicated to them. May they rest in peace.)
(I suggest you bring some tissues if you are sensitive.)
Helga felt as though her heart had been ripped into two, she was loosing breath, she could not cry even if someone sliced of her writing hand. She was in too much shock, holding her books tightly against her chest, she felt her rips had gotten too tight. It was becoming painful to breathe.
Helga may have not been so close the person but for him to have died? It broke everyone, everyone who knew him, to die with such undignified reason, but to Helga it was just too much. She changed the way she was and he died, it traumatized her.
Would she continue to keep her new look and change? She would have too, too many memories were left in her head. Seven in the morning and she was already standing at the bus stop, hoping nobody would notice the drowning sadness that lay in her watery and blank eyes. She stayed mute, she was afraid that if she talked she would sob a salty river, she turned away when Arnold arrived.
She would walk to school, she just could not see him, she would break down make a fool of herself. The bus had long passed her, she still had one mile to go, but it was weighing her down like a boulder that was strapped to her back.
Helga reached the school, she ambled slowly into the school, the teachers probably knew, for they were gazing at her with sorrow and pity. She wished she were somewhere else, like a church.
Helga stood in the hall, she had excused herself to go to the bathroom, not that she needed too just needed to rest, and pull herself together. "Why so blue Helga?" Rhonda sneered, "Nobody paying attention to you? Or maybe you didn't get an escort to walk to class?" Rhonda continued to carry on until Helga burst into tears. "Damn it Rhonda, my father just died!!" Everyone froze, even Arnold who was rushing to the bathroom.
Chapter 17
Death
Vision of:
Helga
Fan Fic By:
.|+| Hannah-Banana |+|.
(I had not really intended to make a death in this fan fiction, but in the last two years I have lost so many people and good friends, a Grandfather, another grandfather, my dearest cat, a close neighbor, and the neighbors dog and Thursday I saw a man dead because he had crashed with a car on his motorcycle. This chapter is dedicated to them. May they rest in peace.)
(I suggest you bring some tissues if you are sensitive.)
Helga felt as though her heart had been ripped into two, she was loosing breath, she could not cry even if someone sliced of her writing hand. She was in too much shock, holding her books tightly against her chest, she felt her rips had gotten too tight. It was becoming painful to breathe.
Helga may have not been so close the person but for him to have died? It broke everyone, everyone who knew him, to die with such undignified reason, but to Helga it was just too much. She changed the way she was and he died, it traumatized her.
Would she continue to keep her new look and change? She would have too, too many memories were left in her head. Seven in the morning and she was already standing at the bus stop, hoping nobody would notice the drowning sadness that lay in her watery and blank eyes. She stayed mute, she was afraid that if she talked she would sob a salty river, she turned away when Arnold arrived.
She would walk to school, she just could not see him, she would break down make a fool of herself. The bus had long passed her, she still had one mile to go, but it was weighing her down like a boulder that was strapped to her back.
Helga reached the school, she ambled slowly into the school, the teachers probably knew, for they were gazing at her with sorrow and pity. She wished she were somewhere else, like a church.
Helga stood in the hall, she had excused herself to go to the bathroom, not that she needed too just needed to rest, and pull herself together. "Why so blue Helga?" Rhonda sneered, "Nobody paying attention to you? Or maybe you didn't get an escort to walk to class?" Rhonda continued to carry on until Helga burst into tears. "Damn it Rhonda, my father just died!!" Everyone froze, even Arnold who was rushing to the bathroom.