The News

A/N: Okay, so first off I'd like to say that I'm so so so so sorry that I haven't been updating fast enough, (not that sorry) I have a life too! Lol. Anyway, I have been really really busy lately and I might be slow on updating in the future, but trust me, I'm not going to quit on this story, and my creative juices have been craving to write this chapter but I can never get to it because of all the useless homework that the teachers gives us that we're never going to use in life. Okay, I'm going stop ranting now. *Ahem* on with the story.

Disclaimer- I absolutely, positively, do not own Hey Arnold!

Recap- (supposed to be here but it's not, I'm too lazy.) if you wanna know what happened in the last chapter, then re-read it. I mean, the chapter title itself is already self explanatory.

Go on, then, go on.

Helga's POV:

'Oh, my beloved, How horrible this is. I can't just come out and say it to you. It would just kill you to know that your grandma-' Helga thought as she was brought out of her thoughts by the pale looking blonde boy in front of her.

"Helga!" He yelled, startlingly.

"Um...uh...she...she'll be okay." I stuttered. 'You idiot! You know darn well that she's not okay!' I mentally kicked myself, with a nervous look on my face.

"H-Helga" he looked at me with those eyes, oh those eyes! They were a pale green, not like they usually had been. They had water around the edges threatening to come down like a waterfall in the deep green jungle, the kind of green that, if you looked hard enough, you could see in the back of the pale green that they had become.

"Oh, Arnold! Please don't look at me like that!" I yelled, tears coming to my eyes.

"H-helga, s-she's not o-okay is s-she?" He stuttered, as he fell back onto his bed and buried his sweet face into the pillow sobbing.

"N-no Arnold. She's in acoma." I said sobbing loudly along with him. As I got up from the chair that I was sitting in by his bedside, I felt dizzy all of a sudden. But I made my way to sit on the edge of his bed to try and comfort him as much as I could. "A-arnold." I said weakly, as he turned his head toward me. Suddenly, we both jerked forward into each other's arms and cried. We cried so much that we thought we could hear the tears hitting the floor. But as I opened my eyes and looked out the window I could see that it had been pouring rain. I let go of the embrace, and walked towards the window, leaving Arnold with a emotionally puzzled expression.

"H-helga? What are you doing?" He asked, trembling.

I somehow felt drawn to the droplets that slid down the window. When I got there I stopped, I looked closely at the droplets and saw a vision. It was the older version of us, they looked like they had been trapped in a bubble. As i got closer and closer, I could've sworn I heard them yell. It wasn't audible enough to hear clearly though. I turned around and looked at Arnold. "Arnold, they need us." I said, walking back to him.

"Who needs us?" He asked, very confused.

"Listen, you may think this is crazy but I saw something." My face had a look, it kind of looked like I had just seen a ghost.

"What Helga? What did you see?!" He was growing impatient.

I looked to him, straight in the eye. "I think...I think that we're in danger." I said. "I saw us, y'know, the 'us' in that weird dream that we met in?"

His eyes suddenly became dinner plates. "Oh...no."

Arnold's POV:

I didn't like the idea that Helga had just seen that version of us again. I didn't want to go back to the dream. I wanted to stay right where I was, in the real world, with Grandma. 'Grandma' the word just made me want to cry, cry until there were no tears left.

"Did you hear what I said, Arnold?" Helga asked, bringing me out of my reverie.

"Uh..uh. No, sorry Helga." I said, my head a downward cast.

"I said, that I think that our future selves need us. They looked to be like they were in danger, in this vision that I just seen, over on the window. They were in a bubble, with worried expressions on their faces. I really think they need help, Arnold. We need to get to them somehow, though."

I suddenly felt a wave of anger rush over me. "No." I said very quietly, arms crossed, and my head turned the other way.

Helga, being the person that she is, "What?" She said in a semi-harsh tone.

"I said NO, Helga! I-I wanna stay right here in the real world, with my..Grandma.." My anger started to fade and I started to weep.

"Nobody, and I mean nobody says 'no' to Helga G. Pataki!" Then she looked at him, his head buried in his hands. "Arnold. I-I don't know why, but I feel like we have no choice." I said in a softer tone than before.

I lifted my head from my hands. "Well, I do, and I'm staying right here. I won't sleep if that's what it takes!"

"It's not your decision! For the past two days you have been passing out, left and right! You can't stay on your feet for 10 seconds!"

"That's because of them! They have been making me into a different person, I haven't been myself for three days, and it's making me sick!" I yelled to an ear splitting tone. I covered my mouth, realizing what I had just said. I didn't want to tell her that the two versions of ourselves had been making me ill. It was another reason I didn't want to go back to that dark place that brought my bad memories back, it had made me sick to the stomach.

"A-Arnold...I...I'm so sorry." She looked at me with watering blue eyes.

I sighed. "Look, Helga. Thanks for comforting me and all but I-" suddenly, I blacked out and all I could hear were whispers...

Helga's POV:

I was on a cold dark floor. I felt scared, trembling I brought myself to my feet. I turned around as a startling hand rested on my shoulder. It was me, the same nine year old me. But she looked gray and faded. She kept whispering something that was inaudible. It sounded similar to the sounds I heard at the hospital window. She suddenly, motioned for me to come closer as she walked forward. As we got closer to whatever she was taking me to, I heard heavy chains clashing against each other and weeping. I looked through the fog that was appearing and then I saw them...The whispers became louder and louder.

"HELP US, SOMEBODY PLEASE!" they screamed...

Arnold's POV:

I looked around hearing these whispers, they were all clashed together, which made them hard to understand.

I turned my head only to discover, my grandma. She looked at me with a serious expression, then she spoke.

"You have to save them Arnold! All of them! Don't worry about me...I'll be fine, dear." She had a half smile.

"But, Grandma! I-" I quickly pounced on her to hug her but she quickly faded before I could.

"Arnold, they need you." She said before she was completely gone.

"But..I need you Grandma." I needed her to give me strength. To know that she was okay.

I got down on my my knees and I looked above. "WHY?! WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS TO ME!" I screamed, screamed until I choked out sobs. Tears...Tears...that's all I was anymore...I wasn't anything more than a water balloon. It seemed that I could never run out of them. They came pouring down like rain hitting the hot ground on a summer day, making steam...the anger that I felt, the mixed emotions, the pain, the sorrow. Everything. All I could do was pray and hope that I will make it through this...that everything will be normal again, I will be the happy optimistic boy that I was before. The saint, the advice giver. "The...the..person who hid from everybody and never gave myself my own advice for my own problems, and brushed them off thinking that everything would be fine. Of course, life isn't a dream, it's not fair and never will be, no matter how optimistic I am" ...I woke up...woke up from the lie that I was living and I knew from that moment on that I would never be the same again, the perfect heavenly saint.

A/N: Well...how was it? I'm sorry it's so short once again, but like I said I'm busy. OH! And don't worry, I'm going to be writing the next chapter on the weekend. (Hopefully) but idk if I'll get done in time, I'm not going to make a release date to pile more doings' on top of what I have to do

now, but I already have the next one planned out, and trust me, it's worth looking forward to. So stay tuned folks! R&R

-Rosey