(Tootie's PoV)

It had been two days since Timmy had... fainted. She assumed he had fainted, but she wasn't sure. With no one really left to ask since her parents paid no attention to her anymore. She had tried calling Timmy, but no one answered, even online. Timmy hadn't been online since the day they went to the movies, but she was concerned about what had happened, she had never seen anything like that. She only had one person she could ask... since her parents had stopped paying attention to her, this person had started acting a bit more kind to her, so maybe she could ask for help this once... she didn't know. But here she was in front of Vicki's room. She knocked on the door.

"What is it?" Vicki's voice snapped from the other side of the door... Okay maybe this wasn't a good time, Tootie thought to herself, as she thought about what she might say.

"I had... I wanted to ask you something... there's no one else for me to ask." Vicki answered the door looking concerned which wasn't a look she was used to on her sister. Maybe it was because she sounded worried is why Vicki looked concerned, and she was concerned. She wasn't entirely sure what had happened to Timmy, and she hadn't been able to get a hold of him since. Once in Vicki's room, she didn't even remember how she got there, one minute she was in the hall, the next she was sitting on Vicki's bed explaining the events of the night to Vicki.

"So you're dating the Twerp?" Vicki sneered, she might be acting nicer but it seemed some habits die hard with her. And picking on Timmy was one of her favorite habits. Tootie shrugged telling her that it was just one date, and she didn't know what it meant... but that she was more concerned with what was wrong with him. "Sounds like the Twerp had an anxiety attack..." She shrugged as if it seemed obvious in Timmy's case... maybe it had happened before when she watched Timmy. "You said he hadn't left his house but to go to school in years," Tootie nodded, "And I take it he hasn't had a girlfriend in those two years... which means he never had one." Tootie nodded again, even though she wasn't entirely sure on the matter. "Well sounds like the Twerp pushed himself a bit too much too fast... The pills he showed the paramedic were probably his anti-anxiety pills."

"So he was just nervous?" Tootie felt a bit more relieved, but still what happened seemed a lot scarier than just being nervous, Timmy stopped breathing.

"Kinda... but a lot worse. I knew someone in school who had them... she said she couldn't breathe... it felt like she was dying and the worst part, there was nothing she could do to calm herself down." Vicki actually looked concerned. "He should have taken his pills that night. Now if you'll excuse me... I have things I was doing..." and just as fast as she entered... she was out again... Seems like the nice moments from Vicki came and went, and it just went.

She went across the hall back into her room, she wasn't sure what to do. She looked around her room... She had taken down most of the pictures she had acquired of Timmy when they both were younger. She still had a crush on him, but even she could see what she had done to her room had seemed more than obsessive. But now that she thought about it, she didn't even have one picture of him displayed. She remembered when she packed them all up... It had been around the time she met Tormented on the computer on a random MMORPG that she had come across. She was new, and he was anything but, and one of the only higher levels that took the time to help and explain things. Needless to say the kindness, even if it was on the game meant something to her, that night she had taken down all Timmy's pictures and packed them away. If she had of known then Tormented was Timmy, she would have kept a few up.

She wanted to see him, even if it was just in picture form. But the box that held what she wanted was in the attic, and after a couple of years there was no telling where it was up there. She knew nothing online had a picture of him, nor his name, designed that way on purpose. So she pulled out yearbooks from the last years... nothing. His name appeared, but above it was a simple black square with a gray human shape in the middle. So she started flipping through the pages... maybe some club or some random picture of the students held him in it. Page after page after page, found nothing. It seemed he stopped appearing in the yearbook when he was twelve. All that existed about him in the last four years was his name, no picture.

That was also the time that he seemed to have changed the most, she really didn't remember what caused his change... it happened so sudden. One moment he was happy, carefree... and the next day, he changed. At first she'd over hear him talking with Chester and AJ, about how he felt like something was missing. How he felt strange, which of course they ignored thinking it was just him being off... bad mistake. That was when Timmy truly vanished, when no one was left to care. She stopped on a page... it was winter in one of the pictures in the yearbook... after school hours, some kids were throwing snow at each other... she almost didn't even notice the person in the background. Looking at the others playing. Once she started looking closer, the picture wasn't of the kids playing in the snow... it was focused on the person sitting on the bench... and that person was Timmy... His usual black attire, she wondered how she hadn't noticed him at first, he stood out in the picture, black in an almost complete whiteness.

She sighed, then closed the book. That's not Timmy, not anymore, she thought. However her mind told her that one date didn't mean he had changed forever. Didn't mean that he would open up and want to be with her... the way he ran off that night... maybe he didn't want to be with her at all. She laid back in bed cradling the book that held the only picture of Timmy that was accessible at the moment, to her chest. Well the only picture of him older, anyways. Could she handle another rejection from him without it destroying her? She curled up in her bed, it was only one in the afternoon, but for some reason she felt so tired... her eyes drifted shut, and it wasn't long before sleep claimed her.

Beep, beep, beep! She reached over and hit her alarm clock. Stupid thing, why did I even set it for Saturday, she asked herself. Beep, beep, beep! She sat up looking at her alarm clock, intending to grab it and throw it... when she realized it was now four in the afternoon. Oh yeah, she thought she had laid down and taken a nap... then what was that... beep, beep, beep! It was her computer... she rubbed her eyes after pushing herself off the bed, and walked over to her computer. It was an IM.

1:22 pm

Tormented: Tootie?

Tormented: Are you there? I am sorry for embarrassing you at the movies the other night.

2:15 pm

Tormented: I don't blame you if you don't want to talk to me again.

2:37pm

Tormented: I'm really sorry...

3:17 pm

Tormented: I guess I really don't blame you, I mean I left and all.

3:42 pm

Tormented: Well it was nice having a friend while it lasted.

Tormented: Later Tootie.

3:46 pm

Tormented has logged off.

Tootie stared at the screen, tears in her eyes. He tried to contact her... he wanted to talk to her... he felt ashamed that he had embarrassed her, but he hadn't. She was just scared, maybe he didn't know she went after him that night... maybe he just thought she wanted him to leave. And when he tried to apologize for something, he really didn't do on purpose, she was taking a nap... of all the times in the world to take a nap, why did it have to be when he needed her.

(Timmy's PoV)

He had just signed off of his messenger. He hadn't felt like going on it for the past two day... after leaving the mall that night after his anxiety attack he couldn't force himself to face Tootie. Something inside him screamed he wanted to see her again, but those feelings were foreign to him, so he didn't trust them. You don't trust anything, his mind retorted. Then again, his mind was the one telling him that it was alright, but she never answered. It was clear that she wanted nothing to do with him now. Good point, his mind pointed out. Not for the first time he wondered if he was insane having these mental discussions with himself. Everyone had their inner moments of figuring something out, but did people hold almost literal conversations with themselves... or was it only the lonely closed off people like him? People who don't have any real friends, and decided to talk to themselves.

He leaned back in his chair and looked around his room. It was all normal to him, but it was like he had just started to notice it, no pictures of friends, he'd never had a girlfriend so no pictures of that. A couple of shelves holding little items he'd bought, or books he liked. On the wall were a couple posters for an anime, and a couple from a game. A clock and not much else. His gaze went over his room and stopped at the shelf built into the walls, couple shelves held books, most of them held movies, and games. Even his bed was basic, plain wooden headboard, and foot board. Black sheets, comforter, pillows. Nothing in here really stood out. No awards, no pictures... but in a way it said it was his, because like him, it was empty, save for little things that would remind someone... he was alive, if not living.

The doorbell rang, at first he was going to ignore it... then remember his parents were on another vacation. It rang again. At one point he could see being upset for being left behind... now he realized without Vicki around, he was left alone... with spending money, and no one to tell him no. The doorbell rang again. He pushed out of his chair, and forced himself out of the room. He wondered who it could be... he didn't expect anyone. And rang again. No one ever came over... not for him anyways. Maybe it was one of his parent's friends who didn't know that they were on vacation. As he went down the stairs whoever it was rang the doorbell once again.

"Jeez I'm coming!" he yelled as he got to the bottom of the stairs, he didn't know who was on the other side of the door. But he was going to give them a piece of his mind, he thought as he snatched the door open, "What the hell is so importa..." He stopped when he realized he was looking at a very shocked wide eyed Tootie.