It Only Hurts When I Breathe
One Truth
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He looked around, bored of the awkward silence.
Out of the window, the trees flew by. His constant debate with himself whether he should alow this to happen had left his mind, as before he had a chance to decide, he'd found himself in the car and on his way.
He couldn't really blame time as he had spent most of his time thinking, this is so stupid!
He often wondered what he was doing in this world. Since a few months ago, he knew. He was waisting his time. The office building was fast approaching. He walked slowly to the door, his mother in front of him, scuttling nervously, his father behind him. The air around his father was disapointment, maybe shame.
He sighed for what seemed the millionth time since noon, when he'd found out about this. Why did they have to tell my parents? The office building, in spite of it's title, consisted mainly of cubicles, hardly any offices, and Wally realized he'd have to talk about this in the open.
Which was stupid. Who would make a building like this? What's the point? Who would talk about their problems with so many people so close, and in such a collapsed space?
Apparently Fanny.
"Why, hello, little Fanny." His mother said with false enthusiasm, in an attempt to cover up her previously scared nature.
Numbuh 86? He thought. She said nothing in return to the creepily cheery mother, and instead looked at Wally with a look mixed with sympathy, concern, confusion, and her own depression. She walked past, indeed, without a word, but patted him on the shoulder on her way by.
Wonder what's up with her...
He sat down in the chair and picked up one of various toys from the desk of the psychologist, as the man said, "Welcome, Wally!" And then to the parents, "I want to ask you some questions in a minute, but before then I'd like to talk to Wally alone."
They obliged without comment.
The psychiatrist got straight to the point. "So, can you tell me why you did this?" Wally, pretending to be obsorbed in his toy, shook his head. "Look, I can't help you if you don't tell me." Without moving his eyes or stopping his hands he said, "I don't really want help."
The psychiatrist sighed, then said, forgetting to sugar coat it, "look, smart ass, you obviously have alot of problems that you don't want to talk about because maybe you're embarassed or your being harrassed but you have to learn to talk about it or else nobody will want to be around you. Your parents are paying alot of money for having you here, so you better start talking."
He showed no reaction. Though, after a minute, he became frustrated with the toy and through it back on the desk. "I don't really need help."
Shaking his head, the psychiatrist nodded towards the door. "Go. And get your parents."
...
"...And we're going to let you stay at your little tree house. I just want to make sure you're putting in an effort, after I heard that report, can you really blame me?"
Out the window, they'd past the trees, now there was only grass. Nothing but a mile of grass left, and then they would be home. Well, him only for a few seconds. His father hadn't said a word to him, and his mother wouldn't shut up.
He was so glad that he was getting away from that.
...
It was 11:38. Wally was sitting on the couch. No one else was in the room. He'd been thinking for about an hour, but now an image came to his mind, and he couldn't get it out of his head.
Her face, sweaty, her bare shoulders shaking, moaning with pleasure.
Everytime he saw he shook his head and smashed his fist into his temple. It was sick. She's ten! And then it hit him. I'm ten. I'm only ten. I drank and... Oh my god, I tried to kill myself. How did I not notice how wrong that was before?
As it sunk in, he began to shake.
He jumped as a hand touched his shoulder, and turned to look into the eyes of it's owner. It was Kuki. This was the first time he'd seen her since... "I... We need to talk," she said quietly. He nodded, and she sat down. "Can you tell me why?" Though he could barely hear her, and she wasn't quite clear on her request, he knew exactly what she was talking about.
"You were kissing Numbuh Two when... I was gonna..."
"You were going to tell me about your crush?" He was shocked. "You knew?" She tried to smile, but failed. "Of course, silly. Everyone did. But that isn't much of a reason to kill yourself."
Wally sighed. "Me and Numbuh Two had just become really good friends. We told each other all of our secrets. He supported me, and told me to tell you. He knew that I was going to tell you that day, he even had me go out and get flowers for you. Then he swoops in behind my back and steals you..."
Kuki gasped. "No, he didn't. I was the one that told him that I loved him. I'm sorry, I thought you knew that!"
What? He didn't do it?
...
After the suprising revelation, Wally was torn. Part of him was happy. Hoagie hadn't betrayed him. But the rest of him was just as depressed as the way it had been. Kuki knew and she'd never said anything. She never loved him.
Wally had gone to everyone and explained that he was better and that he hoped that it didn't have to be wierd, and life returned to normal.
He hid his feelings once more, but this time so that he could try to get over his feelings for Kuki. It had been working well.
...
"All right, team, we have a new mission." Nigel said. It was truly a change in his morning speeches. That hadn't had a mission for months. Adult activity had settled distinctly in the dissaray of events. Now it was back full force.
"Okay, I lied. It's not a new mission, but there's an addition. The adults are planning something. We have to infultrate the Delightful Mansion. And... It's that time of the year again. We have to make the Delightfuls play nice with other kids, and learn to share."
Suprisingly, no one was dissapointed. "Woohoo, cake!" Abby yelled with glee.
"Well, alright. Let's get to work."
They equipped with the new weapons they'd been working on over the break from teenage tyranny, and a S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R. or G.L.U.M.B. here and there.
Just before they left, Nigel asked, "does anyone have any questions?"
"Yeah," Wally started. "How do you contact the Kids Next Door Moonbase?"
...
(Please read and review. Oh, and I realize I accidentily put 174 for Chad in the previous chapter when it should be 274.)
One Truth
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He looked around, bored of the awkward silence.
Out of the window, the trees flew by. His constant debate with himself whether he should alow this to happen had left his mind, as before he had a chance to decide, he'd found himself in the car and on his way.
He couldn't really blame time as he had spent most of his time thinking, this is so stupid!
He often wondered what he was doing in this world. Since a few months ago, he knew. He was waisting his time. The office building was fast approaching. He walked slowly to the door, his mother in front of him, scuttling nervously, his father behind him. The air around his father was disapointment, maybe shame.
He sighed for what seemed the millionth time since noon, when he'd found out about this. Why did they have to tell my parents? The office building, in spite of it's title, consisted mainly of cubicles, hardly any offices, and Wally realized he'd have to talk about this in the open.
Which was stupid. Who would make a building like this? What's the point? Who would talk about their problems with so many people so close, and in such a collapsed space?
Apparently Fanny.
"Why, hello, little Fanny." His mother said with false enthusiasm, in an attempt to cover up her previously scared nature.
Numbuh 86? He thought. She said nothing in return to the creepily cheery mother, and instead looked at Wally with a look mixed with sympathy, concern, confusion, and her own depression. She walked past, indeed, without a word, but patted him on the shoulder on her way by.
Wonder what's up with her...
He sat down in the chair and picked up one of various toys from the desk of the psychologist, as the man said, "Welcome, Wally!" And then to the parents, "I want to ask you some questions in a minute, but before then I'd like to talk to Wally alone."
They obliged without comment.
The psychiatrist got straight to the point. "So, can you tell me why you did this?" Wally, pretending to be obsorbed in his toy, shook his head. "Look, I can't help you if you don't tell me." Without moving his eyes or stopping his hands he said, "I don't really want help."
The psychiatrist sighed, then said, forgetting to sugar coat it, "look, smart ass, you obviously have alot of problems that you don't want to talk about because maybe you're embarassed or your being harrassed but you have to learn to talk about it or else nobody will want to be around you. Your parents are paying alot of money for having you here, so you better start talking."
He showed no reaction. Though, after a minute, he became frustrated with the toy and through it back on the desk. "I don't really need help."
Shaking his head, the psychiatrist nodded towards the door. "Go. And get your parents."
...
"...And we're going to let you stay at your little tree house. I just want to make sure you're putting in an effort, after I heard that report, can you really blame me?"
Out the window, they'd past the trees, now there was only grass. Nothing but a mile of grass left, and then they would be home. Well, him only for a few seconds. His father hadn't said a word to him, and his mother wouldn't shut up.
He was so glad that he was getting away from that.
...
It was 11:38. Wally was sitting on the couch. No one else was in the room. He'd been thinking for about an hour, but now an image came to his mind, and he couldn't get it out of his head.
Her face, sweaty, her bare shoulders shaking, moaning with pleasure.
Everytime he saw he shook his head and smashed his fist into his temple. It was sick. She's ten! And then it hit him. I'm ten. I'm only ten. I drank and... Oh my god, I tried to kill myself. How did I not notice how wrong that was before?
As it sunk in, he began to shake.
He jumped as a hand touched his shoulder, and turned to look into the eyes of it's owner. It was Kuki. This was the first time he'd seen her since... "I... We need to talk," she said quietly. He nodded, and she sat down. "Can you tell me why?" Though he could barely hear her, and she wasn't quite clear on her request, he knew exactly what she was talking about.
"You were kissing Numbuh Two when... I was gonna..."
"You were going to tell me about your crush?" He was shocked. "You knew?" She tried to smile, but failed. "Of course, silly. Everyone did. But that isn't much of a reason to kill yourself."
Wally sighed. "Me and Numbuh Two had just become really good friends. We told each other all of our secrets. He supported me, and told me to tell you. He knew that I was going to tell you that day, he even had me go out and get flowers for you. Then he swoops in behind my back and steals you..."
Kuki gasped. "No, he didn't. I was the one that told him that I loved him. I'm sorry, I thought you knew that!"
What? He didn't do it?
...
After the suprising revelation, Wally was torn. Part of him was happy. Hoagie hadn't betrayed him. But the rest of him was just as depressed as the way it had been. Kuki knew and she'd never said anything. She never loved him.
Wally had gone to everyone and explained that he was better and that he hoped that it didn't have to be wierd, and life returned to normal.
He hid his feelings once more, but this time so that he could try to get over his feelings for Kuki. It had been working well.
...
"All right, team, we have a new mission." Nigel said. It was truly a change in his morning speeches. That hadn't had a mission for months. Adult activity had settled distinctly in the dissaray of events. Now it was back full force.
"Okay, I lied. It's not a new mission, but there's an addition. The adults are planning something. We have to infultrate the Delightful Mansion. And... It's that time of the year again. We have to make the Delightfuls play nice with other kids, and learn to share."
Suprisingly, no one was dissapointed. "Woohoo, cake!" Abby yelled with glee.
"Well, alright. Let's get to work."
They equipped with the new weapons they'd been working on over the break from teenage tyranny, and a S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R. or G.L.U.M.B. here and there.
Just before they left, Nigel asked, "does anyone have any questions?"
"Yeah," Wally started. "How do you contact the Kids Next Door Moonbase?"
...
(Please read and review. Oh, and I realize I accidentily put 174 for Chad in the previous chapter when it should be 274.)