A/N: Wow guys, I am on a roll. Thanks again for the favorites, follows, and reviews! I'm like so flustered right now because wow! reviews!
Also, just as a heads up, the parts that are in italics are memories from the past. I know it's confusing, since the letters are also in italics, but I put the dates in bold, so you know its a letter. God, I really am not that happy with this chapter but I have no other way of revising it so here you go. K, I'll stop talking. See you soon, loves. ;-;
February 10th, 2014,
Hey there, Football Head. Guess what happened today? I got a whole hour of detention. Wow, yay me. That's why I came so late today. But I guess you wouldn't have noticed either way, huh? Long story short; don't hide Ms. Lavinsky's lesson plans. Believe me, I've learned my lesson. Criminy, she's like the devil in woman's clothing. Sneaky bastard.
But, you know what? I've actually been able to hold my good mood today. I don't know what it is, but I feel somewhat... refreshed. You know, like the feeling you get after taking a nice, long shower? Yah, that kind of feeling.
Oh! Almost forgot to mention; sorry for acting like a total shit-stain yesterday, I was obviously in a bad mood. You should know better than anyone not to mess with me when I'm like that, eh?
Whoops, that was uncalled for. But what do you expect from me, Football Head? Im not exactly a saint. Ha. I can just picture you laughing at that, somehow. You always find ways to lighten up the mood. Or make a complete dork of yourself. Either way, it's kind of endearing.
Anyways, you got a card from a certain someone. Remember Mr. Simmons, our 4th grade teacher? Yah, I'm guessing he dropped it off earlier today. It's a really touching card too, Arnold. You should wake up so you can read it. I know you're into that over-emotional stuff.
So, I guess that concludes today. Oh! By the way, I've been watering the flowers Phoebe got you. They're as beautiful as ever. Mind if I take one? Hah, I'm just joking with you, Football Head. I took a few pictures of them, though. In case some of them die before you wake up.
The-girl-in-a-good-mood-for-some-reason,
Helga.
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The world whirled past her, blurring into the background as her legs carried her forward. The wind blew her long locks of hair behind her, tangling them in the process. All her mind told her to do was run. Run, run, run. Run from your problems. Run from your life.
She found herself coming towards a dead end. No. They're coming. Run, fly, survive. Escape the truth. Surround yourself in lies.
The sound of footsteps came from behind her, coming closer and closer. Louder. She snapped her head around, only to be met with a pair of sparkling, green orbs. They were wild, fierce, angry. She froze in place, her lips sealed shut and her arms limp at her sides.
"What kind of fool do you take me for?" He asked, his voice ringing with piano keys and chiming bells. Shivers ran down her spine, and her breath hitched in her throat. No. Her mind screamed.
Dark is the one that lies. Deceivingly dark, broken but twisted. Dark are your lies, lies, lies.
"Look at what you have done to me!" He screamed, and a million voices screamed with him. He pulled at his torn clothing frustratingly. "Tell me, do I deserve this?"
"No." She squeaked. Her voice was small. Weak. "No, you don't. I'm sorry, Arnold. I'm so sorry." She reached out to touch him, but he slapped her hand away, hissing. Dark is the blood that runs through your veins. Dark lies, pouring blood and lies.
"How can you expect me to forgive you?" His voice was rising. Vibrant colors swirled in his pooling eyes, unafraid. "Liar. When will you learn to tell the truth? I do not want your lies." The instruments grew louder, along with his fiery voice. She gulped.
Then, suddenly, he was fading. "No!" She yelled, trying to reach for him again. "I.. I'm sorry Arnold! I really, truly, deeply am! Please, don't go. Help me. Help me." But it was no use. He was gone, and she was falling. Death by the blood of your lies. See, feel, touch, breathe. Blood-stained is the numbness that encases you.
There was darkness.
Awakening with a jolt, she wiped the cold sweat off of her forehead. The last time she had woken up like this, she had also experienced a nightmare. A nightmare about him. But, this time, there were no tears. Letting out a long sigh, she pulled at her matted hair. What had the dream even meant? Trying to bring her breathing back to a normal rate, she emotionally checked herself. But strangely, there was nothing. She only felt numbness.
A small cough rang out from her lungs, and into the open. I saw him. Those were his eyes. His beautiful, strong, stunning eyes. But why? Why must he invade my dreams? Oh, Arnold. Could it be, that you truly feel that way?
Sighing again, she pulled her legs up to her chest. It was going to be a long day.
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February 11th, 2014,
Hey, Arnold. Wanna know something? I'm really, really sorry. I'm so sorry, I just... I don't know what to do, Arnold. Please, just wake up. I'll admit it, I'll admit that I miss you. Hell, I miss you a lot. Just do me a favor and come back to the land of living, alright? I'm sorry.
See what you're doing to me, Football Head? I get it. It's my fault, I just... I feel like crap about it. I could have done something. I should have done something. Everyone misses you, you know? And it's all my fault. Just please, wake up. They need you.
She couldn't write any more. Her whole being was a shaking mess. With a small gulp, she closed off the short letter.
Sincerely,
Helga.
...
"Oh come on, Football Head. You can't be serious." She said, feigning slight disgust.
"C'mon, Helga. We both know we've past the 'bully and victim' relationship. Admit it, you consider me a friend." He said, giving her one of his famous, shit-eating grins. She hated it when he got cocky.
Scoffing, she turned her face away from his, trying to hide the slight blush dusting her cheeks. "As if. I still hate your guts, Arnoldo. Sometimes, I just happen to go a little soft on you. Don't take it so personally." She heard him snicker behind her, and couldn't help but smile herself.
"Whatever you say, Helga. I guess you're just losing your touch, then." She whirled her head back around, now facing him again. "What was that, Football Head? Choose your words wisely. Or maybe, I'll just have to let Ol' Betsie handle things for me." A scowl graced her features, trying to conceal her smirk.
Of course, he had to laugh at that, too. "Okay, okay. I get it. Yeesh." His gaze trailed to the left, and he swung his legs over the railing. She did the same.
The sky swirled with different shades of oranges, yellows, reds and purples. It was truly an amazing sight. A small sigh escaped his lips, as he let his legs dangle off the ledge. "Isn't it beautiful?" He asked, his voice laced with awe.
She turned to look at him, seeing the breathtaking look that graced his features. She smiled, "Yeah."
...
"Helga, are you sure you're alright?" The petite girl asked beside her, casting her a concerned look.
"Yes Pheebs, I'm fine. I've... I've just been thinking." She bit her lip, picking at the food that laid on her lunch tray. Criminy, why does she have to be so observant?
"Oh... well, it doesn't have anything to do with.. what happened, does it?" Her friend was still looking at her with worry in her eyes. A sigh pushed through her small, pale lips when her friend didn't reply. "Helga, I've told you already, you cant put the blame on yourself. It's not healthy, thinking this way, and-"
Phoebe was interrupted by Helga slamming her plastic fork onto the lunch table, quite loudly. "Thanks for the advice, Phoebe. But I don't need to be babied. And by you, no less." She turned to glare at the smaller girl, feeling anger rising in her chest. "I get you're worried. But, you know what, not everything has to be about him. Dammit, I have other problems too!" Her fists were clenched so tight, she was afraid they would break, somehow.
Phoebe flinched at her raising voice, but did not back down. She loved her friend too much to just let this keep happening."Then... then why don't you tell me, Helga? What am I supposed do while my best friend is practically pulling herself apart, huh? I... I'm tired of you always getting your way! I'm here for you, Helga. Just please, talk to me." Her eyes flashed with a pleading look. She looked so torn, so helpless.
Rubbing at her temples, Helga let out a long, tired sigh. It was hard to stay mad, when the raven haired girl had really done nothing wrong. "You're really starting to sound like him, you know? Always so persistent." It was an attempt at a joke. Suddenly, all of the anger was gone, and so was her will to fight. Another sigh. "Look, Phoebe, you're right. I... I just haven't had any time to calm down for the past 24 hours, and I- I just- ugh." Her hands dragged down to cover her eyes. "I promise I'll tell you about it later, okay?" Liar. Look at you, you're letting your best friend slip right through your fingers. You don't deserve her time. You don't deserve anything.
Phoebe offered a sympathetic smile, patting her friends shoulder comfortingly. "Okay, Helga." She paused, "And forgive me for the small outburst, sometimes I cant quite control myself." Her voice had returned to the quiet, calm one that it usually was. There she is. There's the Phoebe I know.
Giving the smaller girl a reassuring glance, she allowed herself to calm down, as well. Sometimes, it was hard for her to let go. But she knew that if she didn't move forward, she would lose everything. I cant lose Phoebe. And, despite the emotionally tormenting voices in her head, she knew she would be okay.
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February 12th, 2014,
Long time no see, eh, Football Head? Well, not really. I mean, it's been a full day since my last visit. I almost wasn't going to show up today, too. But, here I am.
Yah, let's pretend that sappy letter from yesterday never happened, alright? I just wasn't thinking straight. I had a lot on my mind, and.. you get the picture. Anyways, I've snapped out of my Debby Downer attitude, so don't expect any more of that, ever again. I guess you have Phoebe to thank for helping me, she's honestly the best. I can see why your old pal Geraldo likes her so much.
By the way, there's a scheduled fieldtrip for next week. We haven't had one of those in like, forever, right? Supposedly, we're going ice-skating. Since, you know, it's still winter and crap. It's just our homeroom going, thankfully. I don't know if our whole grade could fit into a small space like that. And honestly, I wouldn't want to try it, either.
So that's a summary of how things have been going. I'd write more, but I'm tired, and stupid me forgot to bring a jacket- again. So, your lucky this time, Arnoldo. You get to be rid of my presence early.
The-girl-who's-about-to-pass-out-right-now,
Helga.
Glancing up at the boy laying untouched in the bed, she watched the rise and fall of his chest; and suddenly, that was enough. Letting her eyes soften at his sleeping form, she gently placed the book onto his bedside table. She would get through this.
Yeah... things will be just fine, Arnold. You'll see.
A/N: yep so that's it for this chapter. absolutely nothing got revealed of what happened. im sorry. but, honestly, it wasnt some huge horrible thing. dont worry too much over it :')
and uh, yah, theres a reason for helga changing her personality so often and quickly. ive always seen her as having that sort of problem in the future, like being weirdly happy one day and the next a big ball of teenage angst. idek, i guess stuff that happens to her affects her mood or some shit. and of course she doesnt really mean it when she's an asshole. my poor, misunderstood Helga.
eugh, I'll stop talking now. thx for reading, my children ;/;