I'm so glad everyone is enjoying this story so far! Yeah! I'm getting really into this! Yeah. I'm gonna start writing now. (Or typing. If you really wanna get technical. )
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters of or the show, "The Fairly Odd Parents". If I did...well, let's not get into that right now. Nobody came here to get into a debate, I'm sure.
Vicky wiped the tears from her eyes as she sped down the highway. She let out an angry scream as more tears came. It had been more than a month since her little sister Tootie had killed herself. She let out an angry sob. When she had entered college, she had become nicer. Finally, she was out of stupid Dimmsdale. But now, all of her anger was back. She let loose with another sob as she thought of how mean she had always been. But still, she loved her sister. And now, she was dead.
Letting out a growl, she kept her eyes on the speedometer. It read at 83 mph. She didn't care. There were never any law-enforcing cops in the Dimmsdale turnpike. She trembled as she found the exit she was looking for:
Exit 72
Gladville 10 miles
Dimmsdale 5 miles
She turned onto the exit at a dangerous speed. She didn't flinch as the car swerved. When she finally steadied he car, she let her thoughts reign again.
She had never been very involved in Tootie's life. But her sister was no good at keeping secrets. She had seen photos of Timmy that she kept stashed under the bed. She knew that Tootie liked him a lot. She also knew that Tootie felt the only reason worth dying would be for Timmy. So either Timmy had told Tootie to go kill herself, or Tootie had done so of her own free will.
Trees whizzed past her car, which was flying down the road. She felt like she was in an alternate reality. Her own sister was dead. Her own flesh and blood. Gone. And she knew who had to pay. For the death, and the broken heart. She put her foot on the gas and turned left at the light. She knew Timmy from all those years of babysitting. So she knew where he'd be. Not at school. Not where everyone would watch him with accusing eyes. He was most likely in the park. Once again, she made a turn, and stepped on the gas.
oooooooooooooooo
Timmy sighed, and sat down on a bench in front of the lake. He stared at it. Cosmo and Wanda poofed before him.
"Guys, how did all of this happen?" he ran a finger through his hair. "How did things get so screwed up?" He didn't really expect an answer. He didn't get one. He placed his head in his hands, and leaned against his lap. In his dream, he had made out with Tootie the park bench in front of the lake. He wondered if it was this bench. He felt a slight warmth rise in his cheeks. He smiled slightly.
"TWERP!"
Timmy gasped and looked up. There, about 30 feet away, stood Vicky. She screamed and ran towards him. He got up and started to run. But Vicky was already by him. He yelped as she grabbed his arm. He struggled to break free.
"Vicky! What are you doing--"
"Shut up!" she growled. Better yet, she screamed. Timmy stared at her. She was really angry. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face was wet with tears."YOu! You killed her!" She grabbed his neck and tightened her grip. He kicked her and they fell to the ground. Vicky still held fast to his neck. He gasped for air. He couldn't breath. Vicky shook him violently.
"I hate you! How could you do this to her!" She screamed through sobs. Timmy was running out of air. His lungs were burning. He needed air. He gasped for sweet life. She screamed and let go of his neck. He took in a few deep breaths. Vicky drew back her hand and punched him in the face. He let out a pained cry. She continued ranting.
"YOU! YOU KILLED HER! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!YOU JERK! YOU DID THIS TO HER! TO ME! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"
She started to punch him in the stomach, with a strong grip on his hair. He suddenly wished he hadn't wanted that skater boy style so much. He squirmed, trying to get air. His stomach felt crumbled. He gasped as she punched him harshly. He felt as if his whole body shattered. She had broken a rib. He winced in pain as he inhaled. Whenever he breathed, his body felt like it was being sliced. He gasped as the girl's fists bombarded his face again. His eye was black. Blood dripped from his nose and lip. He had bruises on his cheeks. He struggled to break free.
"YOU ----I HATE YOU! IT'S YOUR FAULT!ALL YOUR FAULT!"
Timmy shoved her off of him and struggled to get up. He slowly stumbed,and steadied himself on the bench. He stared at Vicky. She was getting up. He ran. He forgot about the pain and ran. Vicky screamed.
"I HATE YOU! TOOTIE DIED! SHE KILLED HERSELF AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!YOU DID THIS TO HER! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
That's all she could say. When they got farther away, Wanda and Cosmo poofed him and themselves home. Timmy was still gasping for air. Wanda waved her wand, and all his bruises and cuts were healed. His broken rib was healed. His injuries were all gone.
He fell to the floor in his room.
"Are you alright now?" Wanda asked. Timmy just nodded. He stared at Wanda and Cosmo.
"What if she comes back for me?"
"Vicky won't be back." Wanda poofed him a glass of water."She's let loose all of her anger for a long time."
He trembled. What was wrong with Vicky? Tootie's death wasn't his fault! Why did everyone think it was? Why did he feel so guilty?
He shut his eyes. Partly out of sheer relief. Partly out of fear. He kept them closed and took in a deep breath. Everything was over now. It was all done.
"Why can't you give my love a chance!"
An image flashed quickly through his mind. Tootie burst into tears.
He gasped and opened his eyes. But the images kept coming. They flashed quickly. His head was spinning.
Tootie stared, blankly at the woman outside of her house. She brushed past him and slammed the door.
"WHY! WHY, TIMMY?"
Tootie was sitting, leaning against the wall. She pressed the knife against her arm and slid it. A thin line of blood rose soon afterwards.
"I love you." Tootie's gentle voice spoke.
10 year old Tootie smiled as she evaded the waterballoon. It moved over and hit her on the head.
Tootie slid onto the bench and kissed him.
Tootie yelled at Francis. He shoved her out of the way.
15 year old Tootie thrashed around on the bathroom floor, screaming and crying. She pulled at her hair and clothes.
"YOU!"
Timmy was in a cold sweat, and grabbed at his hair, hiss eyes shut tightly."NO!"
Tootie stared at her wrists. They had deep gashes, and her wrists, and hands were covered in blood. The knife was still in her hand. She made a slice inside of one of the gashes.
"It was YOU!"
Tootie was smiling, her braces reflecting the sun.
15 year old Tootie stared in the mirrror at herself. Blank. Dark. Angry. She ran out of the bathroom to get a knife.
" How could you do this to her?" Vicky cried. Timmy grabbed at his hair again, and fell to the ground. He could hear the vulnerability in Vicky's voice. The sadness. He yelled. "Stop! NO!"
The images slowed down.
Tootie sliced her forearm. She let out a yell of anger.
"You did this!" Vicky's voice rang in while Timmy watched Tootie in horror."Why did you do this to her? To me!"
Tootie raised the knife and stared at it. She held it up , the point angled towards her chest.
"It's all you!" Vicky yelled.
Tootie stared at the knife with tears in her eyes. She looked angry.
Things started going in slow motion, as if to add to Timmy's torture. He shut his eyes, but he could still see it. He opened them. He still saw the image. He had no choice but to watch. His blood ran cold as he watched. Why did it have to happen in slow motion?
Tootie pulled the knife closer to herself. It finally touched her chest. She pushed it deeper. Her mouth opened as she gasped. The knife further penetrated her skin, and pushed through her chest.
Timmy gasped. The voice of Tootie yelling at him entered his mind. He remembered how she had hit him. How she had screamed. And instantly, he realized: it hadn't been a dream, or even a nightmare. It had been real. All real. What she had said rang in his ears, lingering, echoing as if to taunt him.
"It's all your fault! I hate you! It's all your fault!
Tootie fell, her eyes shut. Her skin became pale, and her whole body went limp. She hit the floor.
Timmy was drawn out of all of the flashbacks. He felt as if someone was pulling him out of a vacuum while it was sucking him in. He fell to the floor.
"NO!" he yelled."NO!" he banged his fists against the floor. How could it be? How could he have been so blind? How couldn't he have realized it? How could he have been so stupid? So blind?
He drew in a deep breath, and let the tears finally flow. "Tootie! NO! TOOTIE! I'm so sorry! I'm SORRY! It's my fault! ALL MY FAULT!"
He yelled as the tears kept falling. He thrashed on the carpet. After a few moments, he sat up and started to hit his head against his bed. He wanted to hurt himself as much as he had hurt her. He stood up, still sobbing. He looked up at the ceiling.
"IT'S ALL MY FAULT! AND I'M SORRY!"
He continued crying and fell to the ground again. He lay on the ground, staring at the carpet. His vision was still blurred. He knew Cosmo and Wanda were still there, above his bed. 'Good.' he thought, 'I want them to be here to hear me.'
He let out another sob. Tootie, I'm so sorry! I want you to come back! I wish I could change things! He spoke in a faint whisper, "I...I love you."
He felt dizzy. He said it again."Tootie, I love you." he let out a sob, and trembled. He felt lightheaded. But he didn't falter."I LOVE YOU!" he screamed one final time before his arms, which were holding him up, went limp, and he fell to the floor.
He didn't see it, but Wanda and Cosmo smiled. Wanda smiled and raised her wand. A tear fell from her eye.
Timmy lay on the floor, sobbing for a moment, and then, he blacked out.