Unusual Feelings...
Summary: Yet another Depressed!Helga story... but this one is different... her savior is none other than Gerald! ::gasp:: Not a good summaries but I can't write summary worth cheese cows!
Disclaimer: I don't own it...
A/N: I am back with an update! Was I missed? Happy V-day everyone... even if it isn't... ::sigh:: Well I'm gonna write the story now! Helga's POV in this chapter!
Coldness hits my head as I sit it down on the lunch table. Waiting for Faith to return from asking someone something. Sighing deeply I raise my head as I hear footsteps coming near me, hoping it was her. Looking up I see them, my ex-best friend and ex-boyfriend, standing there glaring at me. Making it seem like everything is my fault.
"What?" I ask showing no emotions.
"Back off," I hear the blonde say.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" My voice still holding nothing.
"Stay away from Gerald, I don't know what you did. Probably cast a spell on him," the black haired girl said coldly.
"Just fuck off," I say trying not to show my emotions, show my anger.
"Fuck you," they say walking off hand in hand.
Sighing again I get up from the table and walk down to the bathroom. Locking myself in one of the stalls I pull out my razor hidden in a black cloth in the bottom of my bag. Holding the cold metal in my hand I give it a little twirl. The metal slightly glinting in the light, so pretty. A beautiful silver color, which will soon be stained red.
I know I shouldn't do this, but what else am I suppose to do. Sighing deeply, I wrap the razor back up in the cloth and stick it back in my bag. This time pulling out my notebook I write:
Why is it always so cold
Why is it always so dark
Why does this life pass me by
Never looking back
Never offering a hand
Never helping out
Just pushing me down
Making me fall
Kicking me hard
Laughing as it runs
Not caring that I'm here
Just leaving, hurting
Why is it that I care?
Why do I want to live?
Why can't I feel?
Slowly getting to my feet, I walk out of the bathroom and right into the one guy that started all this. My notebook drops to the floor and he bends down to get it. Blushing as he hands it to me I give a quick thanks and hurry off to find Faith.
"Helga wait!" I hear him call, but I don't turn around I keep walking.
Finally when I'm in a safe distance from him I look around. I'm in an empty classroom, one that hasn't been used in ages. Dust was settling quite comfortably on the desks and chairs. Suddently a memory comes back to me. Arnold and I came into this classroom, when I confessed my love to him. When he admited to liking me too, in this classroom.
Sinking down to the floor, I stare into space. Trying to get the haunting memories out of my head. Hoping they would just disappear, leave me in peace. Tears well up in my eyes, threatening to spill again. I promised myself that I wouldn't cry over him again, told myself he wasn't worth it. Taking deep breaths I regain control over my emotions and put my blank face on.
Walking out into the hall, I'm surprised to find it empty. It's deserted, the lockers remain shut and the lights still bright. No sounds are heard and no clunking of heavy boots. Slowly, I walk down the hall and into my next class.
"Where have you been?" My teacher askd as I entered the room. Everyone staring at me, glaring at me.
"I had to take my medication," I whisper to him, lying.
"Oh," came the knowing reply.
He was the only teacher that knew about my depression. I don't know how he found out, or why he even cares. I quickly walk to the back of the room, and into my desk. Lying my head down, I half listen to what he says and half ponder things. Before I know it the bell rings dismissing us to our sixth period classes.
As I head to the door, I hear a voice calling me. Slowly turning I meet face to face with my teacher. Concern was showing in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asks me.
"Nothing much, just same old stuff," I reply as nonchalantly as I can.
"I'm going to have to tell someone soon, Helga. I can't watch you suffer."
"Don't worry I'm fine," I say.
"Fine go on to class," he said, not believing a word I said.
"Yes sir," was the last thing I said before heading to my class.
Upon entering I notice four pairs of eyes on me.
"Great," I mumble as I walk to my desk.
Arnold and Phoebe sitting there, staring. Probably plotting again, last time their little 'plot' didn't work. I used the same one in fourth grade against Lila. Sighing for the third time that day I lie my head down on the desk. Feeling more eyes on me I look up and lock eyes with Gerald.
A/N: I would have wrote more but I'm tired... sorry! Review thanks time!
Review thanks:
Professor Rose Thorn: Heh, Gerald will evenually come to his senses... and Helga well you'll see how she reacts... ::evil grin:: Well thanks for the review... You get a valentine cookie!
A/N2: Yo yo yo! Review it! Is it me or is this getting kinda corny? Well yeah must leave bye!
Summary: Yet another Depressed!Helga story... but this one is different... her savior is none other than Gerald! ::gasp:: Not a good summaries but I can't write summary worth cheese cows!
Disclaimer: I don't own it...
A/N: I am back with an update! Was I missed? Happy V-day everyone... even if it isn't... ::sigh:: Well I'm gonna write the story now! Helga's POV in this chapter!
Coldness hits my head as I sit it down on the lunch table. Waiting for Faith to return from asking someone something. Sighing deeply I raise my head as I hear footsteps coming near me, hoping it was her. Looking up I see them, my ex-best friend and ex-boyfriend, standing there glaring at me. Making it seem like everything is my fault.
"What?" I ask showing no emotions.
"Back off," I hear the blonde say.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" My voice still holding nothing.
"Stay away from Gerald, I don't know what you did. Probably cast a spell on him," the black haired girl said coldly.
"Just fuck off," I say trying not to show my emotions, show my anger.
"Fuck you," they say walking off hand in hand.
Sighing again I get up from the table and walk down to the bathroom. Locking myself in one of the stalls I pull out my razor hidden in a black cloth in the bottom of my bag. Holding the cold metal in my hand I give it a little twirl. The metal slightly glinting in the light, so pretty. A beautiful silver color, which will soon be stained red.
I know I shouldn't do this, but what else am I suppose to do. Sighing deeply, I wrap the razor back up in the cloth and stick it back in my bag. This time pulling out my notebook I write:
Why is it always so cold
Why is it always so dark
Why does this life pass me by
Never looking back
Never offering a hand
Never helping out
Just pushing me down
Making me fall
Kicking me hard
Laughing as it runs
Not caring that I'm here
Just leaving, hurting
Why is it that I care?
Why do I want to live?
Why can't I feel?
Slowly getting to my feet, I walk out of the bathroom and right into the one guy that started all this. My notebook drops to the floor and he bends down to get it. Blushing as he hands it to me I give a quick thanks and hurry off to find Faith.
"Helga wait!" I hear him call, but I don't turn around I keep walking.
Finally when I'm in a safe distance from him I look around. I'm in an empty classroom, one that hasn't been used in ages. Dust was settling quite comfortably on the desks and chairs. Suddently a memory comes back to me. Arnold and I came into this classroom, when I confessed my love to him. When he admited to liking me too, in this classroom.
Sinking down to the floor, I stare into space. Trying to get the haunting memories out of my head. Hoping they would just disappear, leave me in peace. Tears well up in my eyes, threatening to spill again. I promised myself that I wouldn't cry over him again, told myself he wasn't worth it. Taking deep breaths I regain control over my emotions and put my blank face on.
Walking out into the hall, I'm surprised to find it empty. It's deserted, the lockers remain shut and the lights still bright. No sounds are heard and no clunking of heavy boots. Slowly, I walk down the hall and into my next class.
"Where have you been?" My teacher askd as I entered the room. Everyone staring at me, glaring at me.
"I had to take my medication," I whisper to him, lying.
"Oh," came the knowing reply.
He was the only teacher that knew about my depression. I don't know how he found out, or why he even cares. I quickly walk to the back of the room, and into my desk. Lying my head down, I half listen to what he says and half ponder things. Before I know it the bell rings dismissing us to our sixth period classes.
As I head to the door, I hear a voice calling me. Slowly turning I meet face to face with my teacher. Concern was showing in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asks me.
"Nothing much, just same old stuff," I reply as nonchalantly as I can.
"I'm going to have to tell someone soon, Helga. I can't watch you suffer."
"Don't worry I'm fine," I say.
"Fine go on to class," he said, not believing a word I said.
"Yes sir," was the last thing I said before heading to my class.
Upon entering I notice four pairs of eyes on me.
"Great," I mumble as I walk to my desk.
Arnold and Phoebe sitting there, staring. Probably plotting again, last time their little 'plot' didn't work. I used the same one in fourth grade against Lila. Sighing for the third time that day I lie my head down on the desk. Feeling more eyes on me I look up and lock eyes with Gerald.
A/N: I would have wrote more but I'm tired... sorry! Review thanks time!
Review thanks:
Professor Rose Thorn: Heh, Gerald will evenually come to his senses... and Helga well you'll see how she reacts... ::evil grin:: Well thanks for the review... You get a valentine cookie!
A/N2: Yo yo yo! Review it! Is it me or is this getting kinda corny? Well yeah must leave bye!