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: Sorry sorry sorry! I didn't mean to make you guys wait this long, but I have been super busy... And I might not be able to update til late May cause there is only three weeks left in school and I am failing english. If I don't pass this semster I'm back in 9th and then I'm screwed so I've been working really hard to get my grade up... And I've also felt like crap lately... So once again I'm sorry! Gerald's POV in this chapter.
We walk slowly towards her house, her thin frame leaning on me. Her nose, and lip stopped bleeding awhile ago. Grinning inwardly I look over at her, her eyes are staring at the ground. Refusing to look up at me or darkening sky. Dark gray clouds cover the sky again, and thunder can be heard in the distance.
"Weird weather we've had this week huh?" I ask breaking the silence.
"Yeah, I know. Can we go to the park for awhile, I really don't want to go home right now," she says in a small timid voice.
It makes me wonder where the confident, bully went. The one that wasn't afraid to speak her mind, or to stand up for herself. I wonder what happened to the Helga that never let people push her around. I feel a light tapping on my shoulder as I'm pulled from my thoughts. Helga is looking over, concern shining in her eyes; atleast I think it is concern.
"You alright?" she asks.
"What? Oh yeah, just lost in a thought," I reply smiling.
We arrived at the park and walk down the path. I lead her over to the benches so we can sit. I hear a small sigh, as I turn toward her. I see tears in her eyes, but she looks down quickly.
"It's ok to talk about things," I tell her, smiling.
"What's the point? You'll probably end up like everyone else," she replies bitterly.
"Why do you think that?" I ask trying to keep the anger out of my voice.
"It's the way everyone is. They get close to someone, and that person decides they had enough and leaves. And the person that is left is depressed, lonely, living life in despair and hate," she replies.
"I don't understand," I say softly.
"What I am saying is you're gonna get sick of me evenually and leave me here," she says anger building in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," I mumble. "But you don't know that I'm gonna get sick of you. I'm not like other people."
"Look, I want to trust you, but I can't. I can't set myself up for pain again. I've already been through to much of it."
"Why can't you just follow your heart? You have to look at everything in such a negative way," I say, anger seeping into my voice.
"You wanna know why? Well picture this, you grow up in a family that could care less about you. You go through the day holding an image up, that you are cold, you are heartless. You had a crush since you were in pre-school. You be mean to the person you truly care about. Finally after years of torment they admit to liking you. You drop the act and become caring. People look at you weird, because you aren't cold. You make friends, only to have them ditch you because of the one person. Look you don't know my pain, you don't know what's it's like to be me. You don't know," she says breaking down.
She curls up into a little ball and weeps. The rain starts to fall hard and thunder becomes louder. I look over at her and she is soaked, I tap her shoulder and she looks up.
"Come on, we have to get out of the rain," I tell her.
Nodding slightly she gets up and leans on me for support. We walk slowly out of the park.
"Your house is to far away," I tell her.
"I'll go alone then."
"No, we are going to my house, I'll get my mom to give you a ride home," I say.
"No, I'll walk."
"I won't let you."
"Fuck off, I can take care of myself," she says forcing her way out of my grasp.
"Helga! Don't do this, just let me help you. Please," I beg.
"NO I don't need you! I don't need anyone," she says running.
"Helga!" I exclaim running after her.
"Just leave me alone," she yells running and slipping.
"Helga!" I exclaim running over to her and helping her up.
"Look I don't need you," she says, crying.
"Yes you do, now come on."
"NO! I'm not moving."
"I'll carry you to my house," I threaten.
"No you won't," she says.
"Wanna bet?"
"You--" she starts as I gracefully pick her up. "Put me down!"
"No, unless you promise to let me take you to my house."
"No," she says.
"Well looks like I'm carrying you," I reply walking toward my house.
The rain is coming down harder and the thunder is getting louder. Lightening only a few miles away from us. I adjust Helga in my arms, and I notice that her breathing has become deeper. Looking down, I see that she has fallen asleep, slightly shivering. Warping my arms tighter around her I finally make it to my house. The lights are shining brightly through the windows and I see my mom and dad on the chair watching tv.
Grinning slightly I open the door to the house, warm air hits me. My parents rush to the door, anger in their eyes that soften as they see Helga. I give them a look that says I'll explain in the living room.
"Let me go change first," I whisper to them, carrying Helga up to my room. "Helga, wake up."
She stirs slightly, but she does wake up. I try again, this time successful. Her eyes flutter open as she looks around my room. After about a minute we both notice that I am still holding her. Setting her down on the floor she stumbles a bit, but I catch her.
"Look, I'm sorry I forced you over here, but there was no way we could have-" I was cut off by thunder and the power going out.
I hear a small whimper come out of Helga. Grabbing her hand I put her over to me. She is tense at first but soon relaxes into the hug.
"Let me get my flashlight," I whisper to her.
"No, don't leave me here," she says, sounding like a child.
"Ok, but we need some light," I say.
She reaches over to my desk and grabs the candle that is on it. Pulling a lighter out of her pocket she lights it.
"There," she says.
"Ok why do you have a lighter?"
"Oh, uhh... no comment," she mumbles.
"Ok, look we need to change into something dry before we both get sick," I say.
Walking over to my dresser I pull out some sweat pants and a sweat shirt for her to wear. While I grab out the same for me.
"You can change in the bathroom," I tell her.
"Thanks," she mumbles looking at me.
"Oh right," I say walking her to it.
I give her the candle and head back toward my room. After moments of looking for my flashlight I finally find it under my bed. Turning it on, I change into my new clothes and head out. Helga is waiting in the hall, nervously.
"Do they fit all right?" I ask.
"Good enough, uhh... what do I do with these?" she asks.
"I'll throw them in the dryer. You know those sweats look good on you, keep them."
"I couldn't," she whispers.
"Keep them, plus they smell like me so you know you want them."
"Not really," she replies, smiling slightly.
"Ha, there is the smile!" I exclaim.
"You're weird," she says.
"And proud of it," I reply as we head downstairs into the living room.
My parents are waiting down there, candles are lit. Letting of a beautiful natural glow. Helga puts the candle she is hold on the table along side two other ones. I walk over to one of the chairs and plop down, she is still standing.
"Sit," I say to her.
"Ok," she replies, timidly.
My parents look over at me, with a look saying 'You better explain or else.' Sighing deeply, I tell them what happened after school, Helga adding in alittle.
"Helga, you're parents must be worried," my mom says to her.
"Don't worry my parents don't care," she says almost bitterly.
"Why don't you give them a call anyways," my dad tells her handing her the cell phone.
"Yes sir," she says taking it.
She dails the number and sits there as the phone rings.
"Hello?" she says into the mouth piece.
"Olga?" I hear her dad say.
"It's Helga dad," she replies.
"Whatever, what do you want?"
"I'm just calling to tell you that I am safe," she says.
"Yeah whatever, anything else? You're sister is playing the piano," I hear.
"Yeah, bye Bob," she says hanging up the phone.
My parents look at each other and excuse themselves. My dad turns arounds and tells Helga that she is going to have to stay the night tonight. She nods at him and looks back at the ground.
"Night son, night Helga," they say to us as they ascend the stairs.
"Night," we both say.
"Well you know since you are stuck here we can get to work on that poetry assignment," I say to her.
"Yeah alright," she replies.
A/N: Ok what did you think of the chapter? I thought it was ok... But yeah review!
Review Thanks:
stevetheloser: ::Grins widely:: Finally I have killed someone! ::evil laugh:: hehe ::stops laugh and looks around at all the weird stares:: What? I didn't do it... hehe Well yeah... Thanks for the review... really amusing... hehe You get to do my vocab and all my other english homework!!! yay! naw just playing you can have a pig! hehe they go ribbit! *actually I don't know what they do, but like yeah!*
RonLuver2005: Here's an update... it wasn't really that fast, but hey I updated! hehe ::Grin:: You can have a chicken! They go MOO! hehe
~*~: FUSE ROCKS!!!! Really it's own by the Home Shopping Channel Network? That is SO cool! ::grin:: Fuse is awesome, do you watch fuse in the mornings? At around 8ish? hehe love the infomercials... so cool! hehe Thanks for the review, this chapter is dedicated to you because you like fuse too! You get a bunny, I don't know what they do!
Gwynn: I wasn't gonna update this till school ended, but I decided that I was gonna update cuz of your review! hehe Well actually cuz of all the reviews but your review was the one that was like 'You have to update' so yea I updated! hehe Well thanks for the review you get a goose... don't know what they do! lol
A/N: Ok review for me? I'll love you forever! I'ma go finsh my english homework now... since I really need to pass... ::sigh:: bye all! ::Grin::
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: Sorry sorry sorry! I didn't mean to make you guys wait this long, but I have been super busy... And I might not be able to update til late May cause there is only three weeks left in school and I am failing english. If I don't pass this semster I'm back in 9th and then I'm screwed so I've been working really hard to get my grade up... And I've also felt like crap lately... So once again I'm sorry! Gerald's POV in this chapter.
We walk slowly towards her house, her thin frame leaning on me. Her nose, and lip stopped bleeding awhile ago. Grinning inwardly I look over at her, her eyes are staring at the ground. Refusing to look up at me or darkening sky. Dark gray clouds cover the sky again, and thunder can be heard in the distance.
"Weird weather we've had this week huh?" I ask breaking the silence.
"Yeah, I know. Can we go to the park for awhile, I really don't want to go home right now," she says in a small timid voice.
It makes me wonder where the confident, bully went. The one that wasn't afraid to speak her mind, or to stand up for herself. I wonder what happened to the Helga that never let people push her around. I feel a light tapping on my shoulder as I'm pulled from my thoughts. Helga is looking over, concern shining in her eyes; atleast I think it is concern.
"You alright?" she asks.
"What? Oh yeah, just lost in a thought," I reply smiling.
We arrived at the park and walk down the path. I lead her over to the benches so we can sit. I hear a small sigh, as I turn toward her. I see tears in her eyes, but she looks down quickly.
"It's ok to talk about things," I tell her, smiling.
"What's the point? You'll probably end up like everyone else," she replies bitterly.
"Why do you think that?" I ask trying to keep the anger out of my voice.
"It's the way everyone is. They get close to someone, and that person decides they had enough and leaves. And the person that is left is depressed, lonely, living life in despair and hate," she replies.
"I don't understand," I say softly.
"What I am saying is you're gonna get sick of me evenually and leave me here," she says anger building in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," I mumble. "But you don't know that I'm gonna get sick of you. I'm not like other people."
"Look, I want to trust you, but I can't. I can't set myself up for pain again. I've already been through to much of it."
"Why can't you just follow your heart? You have to look at everything in such a negative way," I say, anger seeping into my voice.
"You wanna know why? Well picture this, you grow up in a family that could care less about you. You go through the day holding an image up, that you are cold, you are heartless. You had a crush since you were in pre-school. You be mean to the person you truly care about. Finally after years of torment they admit to liking you. You drop the act and become caring. People look at you weird, because you aren't cold. You make friends, only to have them ditch you because of the one person. Look you don't know my pain, you don't know what's it's like to be me. You don't know," she says breaking down.
She curls up into a little ball and weeps. The rain starts to fall hard and thunder becomes louder. I look over at her and she is soaked, I tap her shoulder and she looks up.
"Come on, we have to get out of the rain," I tell her.
Nodding slightly she gets up and leans on me for support. We walk slowly out of the park.
"Your house is to far away," I tell her.
"I'll go alone then."
"No, we are going to my house, I'll get my mom to give you a ride home," I say.
"No, I'll walk."
"I won't let you."
"Fuck off, I can take care of myself," she says forcing her way out of my grasp.
"Helga! Don't do this, just let me help you. Please," I beg.
"NO I don't need you! I don't need anyone," she says running.
"Helga!" I exclaim running after her.
"Just leave me alone," she yells running and slipping.
"Helga!" I exclaim running over to her and helping her up.
"Look I don't need you," she says, crying.
"Yes you do, now come on."
"NO! I'm not moving."
"I'll carry you to my house," I threaten.
"No you won't," she says.
"Wanna bet?"
"You--" she starts as I gracefully pick her up. "Put me down!"
"No, unless you promise to let me take you to my house."
"No," she says.
"Well looks like I'm carrying you," I reply walking toward my house.
The rain is coming down harder and the thunder is getting louder. Lightening only a few miles away from us. I adjust Helga in my arms, and I notice that her breathing has become deeper. Looking down, I see that she has fallen asleep, slightly shivering. Warping my arms tighter around her I finally make it to my house. The lights are shining brightly through the windows and I see my mom and dad on the chair watching tv.
Grinning slightly I open the door to the house, warm air hits me. My parents rush to the door, anger in their eyes that soften as they see Helga. I give them a look that says I'll explain in the living room.
"Let me go change first," I whisper to them, carrying Helga up to my room. "Helga, wake up."
She stirs slightly, but she does wake up. I try again, this time successful. Her eyes flutter open as she looks around my room. After about a minute we both notice that I am still holding her. Setting her down on the floor she stumbles a bit, but I catch her.
"Look, I'm sorry I forced you over here, but there was no way we could have-" I was cut off by thunder and the power going out.
I hear a small whimper come out of Helga. Grabbing her hand I put her over to me. She is tense at first but soon relaxes into the hug.
"Let me get my flashlight," I whisper to her.
"No, don't leave me here," she says, sounding like a child.
"Ok, but we need some light," I say.
She reaches over to my desk and grabs the candle that is on it. Pulling a lighter out of her pocket she lights it.
"There," she says.
"Ok why do you have a lighter?"
"Oh, uhh... no comment," she mumbles.
"Ok, look we need to change into something dry before we both get sick," I say.
Walking over to my dresser I pull out some sweat pants and a sweat shirt for her to wear. While I grab out the same for me.
"You can change in the bathroom," I tell her.
"Thanks," she mumbles looking at me.
"Oh right," I say walking her to it.
I give her the candle and head back toward my room. After moments of looking for my flashlight I finally find it under my bed. Turning it on, I change into my new clothes and head out. Helga is waiting in the hall, nervously.
"Do they fit all right?" I ask.
"Good enough, uhh... what do I do with these?" she asks.
"I'll throw them in the dryer. You know those sweats look good on you, keep them."
"I couldn't," she whispers.
"Keep them, plus they smell like me so you know you want them."
"Not really," she replies, smiling slightly.
"Ha, there is the smile!" I exclaim.
"You're weird," she says.
"And proud of it," I reply as we head downstairs into the living room.
My parents are waiting down there, candles are lit. Letting of a beautiful natural glow. Helga puts the candle she is hold on the table along side two other ones. I walk over to one of the chairs and plop down, she is still standing.
"Sit," I say to her.
"Ok," she replies, timidly.
My parents look over at me, with a look saying 'You better explain or else.' Sighing deeply, I tell them what happened after school, Helga adding in alittle.
"Helga, you're parents must be worried," my mom says to her.
"Don't worry my parents don't care," she says almost bitterly.
"Why don't you give them a call anyways," my dad tells her handing her the cell phone.
"Yes sir," she says taking it.
She dails the number and sits there as the phone rings.
"Hello?" she says into the mouth piece.
"Olga?" I hear her dad say.
"It's Helga dad," she replies.
"Whatever, what do you want?"
"I'm just calling to tell you that I am safe," she says.
"Yeah whatever, anything else? You're sister is playing the piano," I hear.
"Yeah, bye Bob," she says hanging up the phone.
My parents look at each other and excuse themselves. My dad turns arounds and tells Helga that she is going to have to stay the night tonight. She nods at him and looks back at the ground.
"Night son, night Helga," they say to us as they ascend the stairs.
"Night," we both say.
"Well you know since you are stuck here we can get to work on that poetry assignment," I say to her.
"Yeah alright," she replies.
A/N: Ok what did you think of the chapter? I thought it was ok... But yeah review!
Review Thanks:
stevetheloser: ::Grins widely:: Finally I have killed someone! ::evil laugh:: hehe ::stops laugh and looks around at all the weird stares:: What? I didn't do it... hehe Well yeah... Thanks for the review... really amusing... hehe You get to do my vocab and all my other english homework!!! yay! naw just playing you can have a pig! hehe they go ribbit! *actually I don't know what they do, but like yeah!*
RonLuver2005: Here's an update... it wasn't really that fast, but hey I updated! hehe ::Grin:: You can have a chicken! They go MOO! hehe
~*~: FUSE ROCKS!!!! Really it's own by the Home Shopping Channel Network? That is SO cool! ::grin:: Fuse is awesome, do you watch fuse in the mornings? At around 8ish? hehe love the infomercials... so cool! hehe Thanks for the review, this chapter is dedicated to you because you like fuse too! You get a bunny, I don't know what they do!
Gwynn: I wasn't gonna update this till school ended, but I decided that I was gonna update cuz of your review! hehe Well actually cuz of all the reviews but your review was the one that was like 'You have to update' so yea I updated! hehe Well thanks for the review you get a goose... don't know what they do! lol
A/N: Ok review for me? I'll love you forever! I'ma go finsh my english homework now... since I really need to pass... ::sigh:: bye all! ::Grin::