Flawed

By Miss Matched

Prologue: Open wounds


Disclaimer: I own nothing. W00T!




"It's just not fair!" The young blonde moaned, pounding on the pillow that she had in her lap. It's soft, gray surface gave in with every blow. The woman across from her took notes as this happened.

It was a fair afternoon in Hillwood, a city that had seen it's fair share of gloomy days, like the days where it was nearly wiped off the map by a greedy company. Days like those were a lesson for the people in Hillwood, that made fair days such as these all the more sweet. A warm breeze wafted in from the open window of Dr. Bliss', a child physiologist, office. Papers swirled and danced around the office until the woman, Dr. Bliss, closed the window with a snap. The young girl, her patient, took no notice of this. The physiologist sighed, familiar with this patient and the poor girl's troubles.

"What's not fair, Helga?" she asked calmly, looking back at the blonde. Helga, as she was called, refused to answer, choosing instead to look down at the mashed gray pillow in her hands. "You're going to have to tell me, Helga. You know that."

Helga sighed, and threw the pillow off to her side. "It's just, now that Arnold know's everything about, well, everything..." She pulled out another pillow, and sent it flying across the room. "He's acting like nothing happened. I mean, that's what I wanted, isn't it? And yet, I want him to hold me," when she said this, her expression became more docile, and her voice lost it's bite, "And tell me that he loves me, and that nothing I said was in vain. But alas, how can someone as imperfect as I win his affections?"

Dr. Bliss pushed a stray piece of thick, brown hair away from her face, pondering over her patient's words. "Nobody's perfect, Helga" She reminded her gently.

"Arnold is." Helga replied earnestly. "Always giving out advice, always a shoulder to lean on, someone to rely on. He's so rooted for someone our age, so mature, so...." Realizing that she was rambling, she shut up.

"You know, Helga, everyone has his or her faults." An idea popped into the good doctor's mind. "Why, I doubt you even know him that well." She said, writing that thought down.

"What do you mean?!" Helga asked, infuriated, "I've known him fully two thirds of my young life!!!"

"And yet you still think he's perfect? Why, I think you should get to know him better, Helga." She paused, in thought. "In fact, I challenge you to do that this week. Get to know Arnold. Because you never know, once you see his flaws... you may realize that he's not so special after all." She watched as Helga became livid, just as she expected her to.

"I'll show you wrong, Doc. I accept your challenge. Arnold is perfect, and sweet, and wonderful, and soon you'll know it too!" And with that, she stormed out the door.

Dr. Bliss watched the open door for a few moments as her angry patient left. She smiled to herself, taking a sip out of her coffee mug. It was only a matter of time before Helga would see the beauty behind the flaws and scars of life, Arnold's and her own.