Yes, here it is folks! Th last chapter. I know you want to see it longer, but I'm sorry! Maybe I'll write a sequel for it.... as soon as I get an idea! In the meantime, here is chapter twelve!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 12: The Pain Will Come Back To Haunt You

"No, please don't leave me. I love you!" Timmy cried. He was running down the game board at full speed. He was chasing Anti-Cosmo, who had taken Wanda with him.

"No Wanda, please come back!" Timmy called out as he stopped running and fell to his knees. He watched as Anti-Cosmo as he flew off and disappeared into the black clouds above him.

"Timmy, Timmy wake up." A voice called out of nowhere. Timmy felt himself shaking.

"What?" He muttered.

"Timmy open your eyes." The voice called again. It seemed familiar to Timmy. He opened his eyes. His head was spinning and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Where am I?" Timmy yelled. The room slowly came into focus and Timmy saw Wanda standing over him. She was bandaging his arm.

"OWWW!" Timmy yelled out.

"Shush Timmy, lie back down." Wanda said gently as she finished up. Timmy lay his head back down on the pillow.

"What happened?" He asked Wanda, who was now putting a cold cloth on his forehead.

"Well, when that wand exploded, you got caught in the middle of it and received some pretty severe burns." She answered, pointing to his stomach. Timmy looked at himself. He was completely covered in bandages, and now that he thought about it, he was aching all over.

"So where am I now?" Timmy asked again, inspecting his arm. It stung a lot.

"Your in the Fairy World Hospital." Wanda replied. "We don't usually treat humans, but this was the only place we could take you. If we had left you there any longer, you could've died!"

Timmy thought about that for a moment. He had come really close to death and he had almost lost Cosmo and Wanda. And it was all his fault.

"Hey Wanda," Timmy said suddenly. Wanda looked up from what she had been doing. "where's Cosmo?"

Wanda pointed across the room to another bed. In it lay Cosmo. His face was cut up and had small burns here and there. But nothing as bad as Timmy.

"What happened to him?" Timmy asked, turning back to Wanda.

"He's the one who saved you. He went in and carried you out and then I poofed us here. You've been asleep for nearly two whole days, you know!" She replied smiling. Timmy stared at her.

"Two days?" Timmy said in a shocked voice.

"Yep!" Wanda replied. She picked up a newspaper and started to read it. "Hey look, your on the front page!" Wanda told Timmy as she pointed to a picture on the front. The title read 'Boy caught in an explosion caused by Anti-Fairies'. There was a picture of Timmy lying in the hospital bed under it.

"Do you want to read it?" Wanda asked him.

"No, that's okay." Timmy said. As he looked at the picture, he couldn't help but think of all the trouble he caused.

"Maybe it would have been better if I had died." Timmy muttered to himself.

"Did you say something Timmy?" Wanda asked, looking up from the paper.

"Huh, no. I didn't say anything." Timmy said in a small voice. Wanda shrugged her shoulders and went back to reading the article. Timmy lay his head back down on the pillow and fell back asleep.

That night he woke up in pain. The countless burns on his body were burning.

"Ouch!" Timmy said out loud. He looked around for the cold cloth that Wanda had used earlier, but couldn't find it. As he looked around the room and noticed Wanda had fallen asleep sitting on a small stool near Timmy's bed. Her head resting in the covers. Timmy thought of waking her to ask for help, but thought better of it. Instead he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He did this with much difficulty as his whole body was currently burning with pain. Lucky for him there was one right across the hall from his room. He quietly tiptoed out so no one would hear him.

When he got in he locked the door. He wasn't in the mood or condition to have anyone barging in on him. He flicked on the light and was forced to cover his eyes because it was so bright. When his eyes got themselves adjusted to the light, Timmy wandered over to the sink. He flipped on the cold water and stuck his hand under the running water. It stung at first, but after a while it felt good. As he sat there, he noticed the water washing off his hand had slight red tint to it. But he didn't care about that, just that the cold water was soothing the stinging.

"I hope Cosmo and Wanda are okay." Timmy said out loud to himself. He put his hand on his stomach, hoping the pain would subside. But all it did was get worse.

A couple minutes later Timmy was ready to go back to bed. His burns still hurt but the cold water had helped a bit. As he got up to leave, he noticed something in the corner that caught his eyes. He walked over to it and noticed that it was a small mirror.

"Oh, it's just a mirror." Timmy said to himself. He wanted to leave, but something stopped him. His gazed turned back to the mirror and he walked closer to it. As he got closer, his reflection came into focus. For the first time in days he got a good look at himself. He looked horrible. There were numerous cuts and scrapes on his face and half of it was bandaged up. His stomach had a large bandage wrapped around it and Timmy could see spot of blood on it where it had leaked through.

"Wow, is that really me?" Timmy asked himself. He wasn't really sure anymore. He put his hand on the mirror and leaned against it so it would support his weight. As he continued to stare into it, he noticed something else coming into focus at the bottom of the mirror.

"What is that?" Timmy asked himself. When it came into focus, Timmy saw what it read. It was the word "guilty". It had appeared in red letters and it was slowly getting bigger. Timmy pinched himself, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"What's going on?" Timmy asked himself again. He wanted an answer, but there was no one in the room at the time, which was probably better because they might think he was going crazy. Timmy turned his attention back to the mirror. The letters had taken up the whole thing now. Timmy took a couple steps backwards and tripped. He fell on to the cold floor, causing his burns to sting again.

"Ow!" Timmy said as he hit the floor. He curled up, holding his stomach in pain.

"Somebody, please help me..." He whispered. He was about to shut his eyes when he noticed the letters had disappeared completely, leaving only Timmy's normal reflection. Timmy sat up and looked at the mirror again.

"What is going on?" Timmy asked the mirror, as if it could answer him back. But there was nothing but silence. All Timmy could hear was his heavy breathing. He looked down at the floor where he had fallen. On the ground was a small puddle of blood. Timmy looked back into the mirror and saw that the large burn on his stomach was bleeding freely. He wrapped his hand around it and put his other hand on the mirror to support himself. As soon as his hand made contact with the glass his reflection's eyes flashed red and the whole mirror shattered. The small bits of glass showered over Timmy, causing the burns to sting even more. Timmy fell back down on the floor, landing in the puddle of blood.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" He yelled.

Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Wanda had woken up. She was looking for Timmy.

"Cosmo, have you seen Timmy?" She asked frantically. All she got in response were loud snores.

"Timmy, Timmy where are you?" Wanda called through the room.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Timmy screamed again. This time Wanda heard it.

"Timmy, where are you?" Wanda called again. She flew out into the hall. She heard another yell come from the bathroom. This one seemed quieter to her. She flew across the hall and to the door as fast as her wings could carry her. She quickly reached for the door knob and turned it, but unfortunately it was locked. As she tried to get in, she could here her godson crying in pain. She could also hear a small crunching sound now and again, that sounded just like glass shards.

"Timmy, are you okay?" Wanda called through the door, even if the answer was obviously no. All she got in response was groaning.

She let go of the door knob and flew back a few paces.

"Timmy, I'll be right there!" She told him and raised her wand up. There was a small blast as the door knob fell to the floor with a clatter. She lowered her wand back down and burst into the bathroom a few seconds later.

"Timmy!" She cried. Timmy was lying on the floor, clutching his stomach. His whole body covered in glass and blood.

"Timmy, what happened?" Wanda said as she flew to his side to help. When she got closer she noticed that he was crying hard.

"Wanda, I-I'm sorry..." He said in a strained voice. Wanda poofed up a cloth and proceeded to clean him up a bit. As soon as the cloth made contact, Timmy cringed and pushed it away. Wanda stared down at Timmy as he clutched his sides in pain, unable to think of any way to help him.

"Timmy are you okay?" She asked in a quiet voice. Timmy looked up at her with sad, tearful eyes. He mouthed something that Wanda wasn't able to interpret and then closed his eyes, falling unconscious in her arms.

The next morning, Timmy woke up back in his hospital bed. Cosmo and Wanda were hovering over him.

"Timmy, your awake!" Cosmo cried in glee. He started flying around the room in happiness. Wanda stared at him but then turned her attention back to Timmy.

"Timmy, what happened last night?" Wanda asked him. Timmy looked down at the ground, avoiding eye contact with her.

"It's nothing. I just went to the bathroom for something." Timmy replied dryly, rolling over on to his side.

"What happened after that?" She asked, hoping to get the whole story out of him.

"I'd rather not talk about it." Timmy said in a small voice. Wanda gently patted his back.

"Well, if you need anything during the night, or anytime, don't hesitate to ask, okay." Wanda said kindly. She pulled the covers back over Timmy.

"Okay." Timmy replied and pretended to go back to sleep. Wanda smiled one more time and then left the room to go find Cosmo, who had flown down the hallway yelling.

As soon as Wanda left Timmy sat up again. He took the covers off and looked down at himself. The bandages around his middle had been replaced with clean ones. Timmy lightly tapped them. He felt a stinging pain travel up his body. While doing this, he couldn't help wondering if he would always feel like this. The burn was pretty bad so he was bound to at least have a scar. Timmy continued to look at himself, inspecting all of his burns. There were at least ten of them.

"Timmy, are you awake?" Wanda asked. She had come back in the room, followed by Cosmo. Timmy pretended to fall back asleep as soon as he heard them come in.

"Timmy, I can tell your awake!" Wanda said to him as she pulled back the covers from his head."Would you like me to get you anything?" Wanda asked Timmy. Timmy shook his head. "Well okay, if you need anything though, just ask." Wanda told Timmy again. Timmy nodded his head and pulled the covers back on. Feelings of guilt rose inside him.

"Come on Cosmo, let's let Timmy sleep." Wanda said, heading to the door. "After all, we're going back home tomorrow!" She said, making sure Timmy heard her.

"Okay, I'm hungry anyway!" Cosmo said and flew out the door at top speed. Wanda sighed and headed out the door after him.

" Wanda?" Timmy asked cautiously. Wanda turned around to face him.

"What's the matter sweetie?" She asked.

"I just wanted to ask you something really quick..." Timmy said, twiddling his fingers. Wanda flew over to him and sat down on the end of his bed.

"Sure honey." Wanda said as she sat down.

"I was just wondering, well... I just wanted to know if... if you and Cosmo are mad at me for causing all of this?" Timmy managed to say. Tears came to his eyes as he looked at his godmother. The one he had almost killed and lost.

"Of course not sweetie, why would you think that?" She asked back in a concerned voice. Timmy started to cry harder.

"Because this whole thing is my fault. If I had listened to you in the first place..." Timmy stared to say, but Wanda cut him off.

"Oh Timmy, none of this is your fault!" She said and pulled him into a gentle hug.

"But- but Anti-Cosmo said that it was!" Timmy replied through his tears. He moved away from Wanda and pulled his knees into his chest and hugged them.

"Timmy, don't listen to anything that he tells you. It was all a lie." She said, trying to cheer him up.

"It was?" Timmy said, looking up again as he wiped his tears away. Wanda nodded her head in reply. "So your not mad at me?" He asked. Wanda nodded again. Timmy wiped the last of his tears away and gave her a big hug. "Thanks Wanda."

"Your welcome sport, is there anything else you need?" Wanda asked as she got up from the bed.

"No, that's okay." Timmy replied as he lay his head down on the pillow again. Wanda floated over to the door.

"Oh, Wanda?" Timmy said, suddenly remembering something.

"Hmm," Wanda said as she spun around to face Timmy again.

"I love you." Timmy told her. After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

"I love you too, Timmy." She replied, even though he didn't hear her. Wanda smiled at him and turned around. She left and closed the door quietly behind her.

The next day Timmy woke up in his own bed. He looked around the room and saw his two goldfish sleeping soundly in the fish bowl. Timmy smiled and got out of bed. He tiptoed across the room so he wouldn't wake them.

Timmy looked down at himself again. All but one of the bandages had been removed. The one around his stomach still remained on him. Timmy made his way down the stairs to see what his parents were up to. It seemed like forever since he had last seen them.

Timmy poked his head into the kitchen and found his mom standing in the middle of a huge mess. She didn't seem to remember how it had got there. Timmy wondered why. Then he figured that Cosmo and Wanda had done something to them so they would forget.

"Oh my gosh, I'm rich!" Called a familiar voice from the other side of the house. Timmy ran over and saw his dad holding a baseball. On the ball was a 100 dollar bill. Mr. Turner took it off and started jumping around the room.

"Hah, beat that Dinkleburg!" Timmy's dad called out the window. Dinkleburg stared at him for a second and then walked into the house laughing. Timmy laughed a little too.

"Where'sTimmy?" Cosmo asked Wanda. The two of them had just woken up and were shocked to see Timmy wasn't in his bed.

"I don't know where he went?" Wanda replied to her husband as she watched him lift up Timmy's pillow to see if he was hiding. Suddenly they both heard a small laugh come from outside the door.

"What was that?" Cosmo asked setting the pillow back down on the bad.

"I'm not sure." Wanda said as she poofed Cosmo and herself back into the fish bowl. A couple seconds later, Timmy walked into the room and went over to his bed.

"Hi Timmy, where were you?" Cosmo said, poofing back out of the fish bowl. Wanda followed and poofed out after him.

"Just downstairs." Timmy replied, still giggling. Wanda and Cosmo looked at each other.

"Whatever," Wanda said, turning back to Timmy. "How do you feel?"

"Better, but my stomach still hurts a bit." Timmy replied, motioning to his burn.

"Yeah, I thought so. Which is why the doctor told me to change the bandages every morning!" Wanda said, holding up a roll of gauze. She sat down on the bed next to Timmy. Timmy sighed and moved closer so she could reach him.

"Ouch, Wanda cut that out" Timmy said, flinching a bit. The wound still stung as Wanda unraveled the bandage from around Timmy.

"Sorry sweetie, I'm not hurting you on purpose!" She told him.

"I know, but it still hurts" He said back. As Wanda finished taking of the old bandage, Timmy got a good look at the wound for the first time. It was all red in the center, where the skin had been burnt off. The outside edges were black and blue and crusted with bits of dried blood. Timmy cringed as he looked at it.

"I know, it's pretty bad isn't it?" Wanda asked him as she started wrapping a clean bandage around Timmy.

"Yeah, I had no idea it was that bad!" He told her. "Hey Wanda, will it ever go away completely?"

"I'm afraid not sport, you'll always have a scar there." She said as she finished securing the bandage around his waist.

"That's what I thought." Timmy replied dully. He looked down at the white bandage that Wanda had so carefully wrapped around him. He couldn't help thinking that he was going to have this forever. As a constant reminder of what he had done. No matter what his godparents told him, he still believed the whole thing was his fault and his fault alone. Nothing could ever change that.

"Why couldn't you have done that with magic?" Timmy questioned her as her looked up.

"Because the magic may affect the burn and make it worse. I don't really think you want it to be any worse then it already is!" She answered back.

"Oh, no I don't want it to be any worse." Timmy said absent-mindedly. He turned his attention towards Cosmo.

"Well, now what do you want to do?" Cosmo asked Timmy and Wanda. Wanda got up and joined him.

"Nothing right now. I think I'm gonna try and get some more sleep." Timmy said through a big yawn. Wanda and Cosmo came over and hugged him before poofing back into the fish bowl. Timmy smiled and turned back on his side so they couldn't see his face. He put his head into his pillow and silently cried himself to sleep. He couldn't help thinking about what he had done. He closed his eyes and let a single tear fall on to his pillow.

"You think he'll be alright?" Wanda asked Cosmo in concern.

"Oh Wanda, he'll be fine. Don't you worry!" Cosmo said in reply. He kissed her cheek and fell into a deep sleep, snoring loudly.

"You're right Cosmo." Wanda said as, she too, fell asleep.

THE END

Well, it's done!!!Now we can have a big party with cake and ice cream!!! Thank you for all the wonderful reviews I have gotton for this story!!!I'm so happy! Stay tuned for my next story, which I'm hoping will be just as good.. or even better than this one!!! Well, bye for now and I'll see you (speak to you?) in my next story... or the sequel, whichever comes frist :)