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!
Warning!: This chapter contains some cutting... if you are a cutter and it makes you want to cut please do not read this chapter... I repeat this chapter contains some cutting! Do not read if cutting... well yeah... don't read if you don't like cutting!
Disclaimer: I don't own it...
A/N: I have returned... Hope you enjoy the chapter! Helga's POV
Rain drops hit me as I run from him. I don't know why, but when I'm around him I feel weird. I know I can't trust him, but why is it that I want to? Slowly I let my run fall to a jog, thoughts still running madly in my mind. Feeling slightly dizzy I sat on a bench. After awhile I realize that I am in the park.
Trees surrounding me, making me feel like I'm hidden. The rain has slowed down alittle and the wind starts to blow. Shivering I get up from my spot and head back to my house. Walking down the sidewalk I see them. It always seems as if they are waiting for me to pass by, or even look in their direction.
Maybe it's their payback, their way to hurt me. Sighing deeply I look away and walk alittle bit faster to my house. As I open my door, I get the biggest surprise ever. There in front of me is Olga, my perfect sister. My mother and father smiling widely at her, joy shining in their eyes.
"Baby sister!" Olga says in her high pitch voice. "You're all wet, now go change into some dry clothes. We don't want you getting sick now do we?"
"Whatever," I mumble walking up to my room and locking the door.
Laughing lightly to myself, I look around my room. So different from when I was nine. The walls no longer pink, but now black. My bed sheets red, and dresser a mid-night blue color. Inside my closet the Arnold shrine gone and replaced with a small altar. My little pink books stored in a corner, I couldn't bare loosing my poetry books, even if they are about him. Scattered around my altar is my little black books, full of depressing poetry. Sighing again I grab some of my pajama's and change.
Dry and ready to face the rest of my family I walk downstairs. Sitting around the T.V. is where I find them. Watching home movies of Olga, grinning at everything she does. Silently I sit down on the floor and watch too. My parents recalling memories of Olga's first steps, her first words, her first day at school. Everything is about her, never about me. They probably wouldn't care if I wasn't here. Feeling the tightening in my chest I get up and walk up to my room.
Putting on my KoRn cd, I sit in the darkest corner of my room. Staring off into space, not caring about anyone. I get to my feet and grab my bag. I dig through it looking for my only other friend, the one that helps me forget about my mental pain. Grinning widely as I find it.
I give it a little flip in my hand, and notice there isn't a nice shine in the dark. I roll up the legs of my pants and put the razor to my leg. Pushing down I make a little cut, not to deep. As I feel the pain shoot up my leg I feel angry and I push down harder, making it deeper. Crimson blood flows out, looking like a small river. I pick the razor up again and slash another deep one right above the last one. Laughing lightly at the blood spilling out of my leg I drag the razor across my other leg. This time spelling out the word, 'Die' what I want to do right now.
I stop a minute later, regretting what I just did. I clean my razor off and wrap it in the cloth. Getting up I sit on my bed, slowly the tears come. What I desperating wanted to stop with my cutting. Small sobs wreck through my body as I curl up on my bed. Just then the phone rings. I pick it up and hear a familar voice on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Faith?"
"Dude, you alright? Your voice sounds tired."
"I'm cool, how are you doing?"
"Good," she said as I felt a cough coming on.
"Man, I think I'm getting sick."
"You went running in the rain again didn't you?"
"Of course, so how did things go with Stinky?"
"He just wants to be friends at the moment."
"That blows, well yo I think I'm gonna go to bed. Sorry."
"It's roast chicken, see ya tomorrow!" She said.
"Bye," I reply as the phone line went dead.
Hanging up the phone, I lay back down and stare out into the night sky. It's still raining slightly and the moon and stars are covered up by the dark clouds. Suddently a light flashes through the sky followed by a boom. Sighing loudly, I dig deeper into my blanket. Slowly I fall into a fitful sleep.
A/N: I have returned! ::insert evil laugh:: So how did you like the chapter? Review thanks time!
Review Thanks:
Professor Rose Thorn: Hehe, I've always wanted to talk to a guy in the rain... Well actually I've done that already... You ever run in the rain? It's so much fun! Expect I ran in a puddle, without knowing in and my socks got all wet... Then there was this one time at school when I stepped in a puddle without knowing it and had to walk with wet socks all day... that was fun... ::rambles on and on and on:: Well thanks for the review you get a moose!
stevetheloser: Sure I thank you! You owe me like 3 dollars for those donuts! hehe, well since you gave me a peanut butter cup thingie I will dedicate this chapter to you! Well yeah thanks for the review you get cow with pretty dots!
A/N: Yo yo yo! Review for Lakie! Please please please! Hehe, well yeah I must go and clean my room... Hehe Smile Empty Soul here I come! ::grins widely:: Well yeah peace!
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!
Warning!: This chapter contains some cutting... if you are a cutter and it makes you want to cut please do not read this chapter... I repeat this chapter contains some cutting! Do not read if cutting... well yeah... don't read if you don't like cutting!
Disclaimer: I don't own it...
A/N: I have returned... Hope you enjoy the chapter! Helga's POV
Rain drops hit me as I run from him. I don't know why, but when I'm around him I feel weird. I know I can't trust him, but why is it that I want to? Slowly I let my run fall to a jog, thoughts still running madly in my mind. Feeling slightly dizzy I sat on a bench. After awhile I realize that I am in the park.
Trees surrounding me, making me feel like I'm hidden. The rain has slowed down alittle and the wind starts to blow. Shivering I get up from my spot and head back to my house. Walking down the sidewalk I see them. It always seems as if they are waiting for me to pass by, or even look in their direction.
Maybe it's their payback, their way to hurt me. Sighing deeply I look away and walk alittle bit faster to my house. As I open my door, I get the biggest surprise ever. There in front of me is Olga, my perfect sister. My mother and father smiling widely at her, joy shining in their eyes.
"Baby sister!" Olga says in her high pitch voice. "You're all wet, now go change into some dry clothes. We don't want you getting sick now do we?"
"Whatever," I mumble walking up to my room and locking the door.
Laughing lightly to myself, I look around my room. So different from when I was nine. The walls no longer pink, but now black. My bed sheets red, and dresser a mid-night blue color. Inside my closet the Arnold shrine gone and replaced with a small altar. My little pink books stored in a corner, I couldn't bare loosing my poetry books, even if they are about him. Scattered around my altar is my little black books, full of depressing poetry. Sighing again I grab some of my pajama's and change.
Dry and ready to face the rest of my family I walk downstairs. Sitting around the T.V. is where I find them. Watching home movies of Olga, grinning at everything she does. Silently I sit down on the floor and watch too. My parents recalling memories of Olga's first steps, her first words, her first day at school. Everything is about her, never about me. They probably wouldn't care if I wasn't here. Feeling the tightening in my chest I get up and walk up to my room.
Putting on my KoRn cd, I sit in the darkest corner of my room. Staring off into space, not caring about anyone. I get to my feet and grab my bag. I dig through it looking for my only other friend, the one that helps me forget about my mental pain. Grinning widely as I find it.
I give it a little flip in my hand, and notice there isn't a nice shine in the dark. I roll up the legs of my pants and put the razor to my leg. Pushing down I make a little cut, not to deep. As I feel the pain shoot up my leg I feel angry and I push down harder, making it deeper. Crimson blood flows out, looking like a small river. I pick the razor up again and slash another deep one right above the last one. Laughing lightly at the blood spilling out of my leg I drag the razor across my other leg. This time spelling out the word, 'Die' what I want to do right now.
I stop a minute later, regretting what I just did. I clean my razor off and wrap it in the cloth. Getting up I sit on my bed, slowly the tears come. What I desperating wanted to stop with my cutting. Small sobs wreck through my body as I curl up on my bed. Just then the phone rings. I pick it up and hear a familar voice on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Faith?"
"Dude, you alright? Your voice sounds tired."
"I'm cool, how are you doing?"
"Good," she said as I felt a cough coming on.
"Man, I think I'm getting sick."
"You went running in the rain again didn't you?"
"Of course, so how did things go with Stinky?"
"He just wants to be friends at the moment."
"That blows, well yo I think I'm gonna go to bed. Sorry."
"It's roast chicken, see ya tomorrow!" She said.
"Bye," I reply as the phone line went dead.
Hanging up the phone, I lay back down and stare out into the night sky. It's still raining slightly and the moon and stars are covered up by the dark clouds. Suddently a light flashes through the sky followed by a boom. Sighing loudly, I dig deeper into my blanket. Slowly I fall into a fitful sleep.
A/N: I have returned! ::insert evil laugh:: So how did you like the chapter? Review thanks time!
Review Thanks:
Professor Rose Thorn: Hehe, I've always wanted to talk to a guy in the rain... Well actually I've done that already... You ever run in the rain? It's so much fun! Expect I ran in a puddle, without knowing in and my socks got all wet... Then there was this one time at school when I stepped in a puddle without knowing it and had to walk with wet socks all day... that was fun... ::rambles on and on and on:: Well thanks for the review you get a moose!
stevetheloser: Sure I thank you! You owe me like 3 dollars for those donuts! hehe, well since you gave me a peanut butter cup thingie I will dedicate this chapter to you! Well yeah thanks for the review you get cow with pretty dots!
A/N: Yo yo yo! Review for Lakie! Please please please! Hehe, well yeah I must go and clean my room... Hehe Smile Empty Soul here I come! ::grins widely:: Well yeah peace!