AVAVA

( Author's Note )

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This is no longer a test fiction, and I've extended it, and added more content. So read on my faithful readers. And thank you for sticking with me this long. Enjoy the added content.

And as always, I don't own, fairly odd parents nor it's characters. Nor do I make any money from it.

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( Timmy Turner )

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His eyes looked around the room, that he had called 'Hell' for the past month. Though, looking at the room, some might actually find it peaceful, relaxing even. He couldn't help but see it as annoying, and just plain Hell. It was a plain white room, from ceiling to floor. The simple desk, and chair were white, along with the bed's headboard, and sheets. Large windows, that looked out over a bleak park. Which, he would assume that the park would have looked nice, if it wasn't winter, and most of the foliage was dead. All the white was infuriating. Which was a response, that you wouldn't really associate with the room, or rather, you wouldn't normally associate with the room. It was a hospital room. A regular hospital room?

No.

This was a mental hospital.

Some might wonder what he was doing in a mental hospital. Did his parents leave him home alone, one too many times, resulting in his finally snapping? Had his 'evil' babysitter, finally broken him? Had he just finally had enough with being an, almost, complete social outcast?

None of that.

Some might wonder.

Was he stressed out, like most teens are nowadays?

Could he have lost his parents in some sort of accident, resulting in a mental break down of some sort?

Maybe his girlfriend had died, in some horrible, tragic way.

One could also think, that maybe... just maybe, this was one of those detox centers, that connected with a mental hospital, and Timmy had become a drug addict.

But like before, they would have been wrong, on all counts.

He wasn't there because of any of that.

He was there, simply because he just didn't want to live anymore. He was tired of living a pathetic excuse of a life, and had attempted suicide, several times, and failed horribly each time. In fact, he had failed so many times, that he had started to refer to himself, as being too pathetic, and pitiful, to even be able to kill himself.

Something always happened, that would ensure his survival, something annoying in his opinion.

Now one might ask; Why did he want to die?

The answer to that, lie a year in the past.

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( One Year Prior )

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It had been a normal day, better than normal actually. Since he had just started to become accustom to his new life. He had finally realized, his feelings for his female best friend, Tootie. He had asked her to be his girlfriend a couple weeks before. Tootie, who, at first, wondered what the punchline was, screamed with excitement, when finally realized that he wasn't joking around with her. It was only natural that he asked Tootie out. Trixie, was a snob, and after a while, Timmy realized that she wasn't worth his time.

He had realized that Tootie cared for him, in ways that Trixie never would. That Trixie would never appreciate anything, whereas Tootie would. That Tootie loved him. Actually loved him, and that was foreign to him.

Needless to say, being loved, and actually being happy, was new for him. So it had taken a bit of an adjustment, but now he could fully appreciate having a girlfriend. And he could appreciate his new girlfriend.

Speaking of his girlfriend...

""Oh Timmy!" Tootie was jogging towards him, from the direction of her last class, and jogged straight into his open arms. It was either open his arms, and catch her, or just be bowled over. The same could be said even before they were dating. "Miss me?"

"A little." He smirked as she pouted, then gave her a small kiss. Nothing too big, considering they were still on school grounds.

"Hey Timmy!" Timmy looked over Tootie's shoulder, at AJ, who was looking out the bus' window. "You and Tootie better quit smoochin' or you'll end up missing the bus."

"Shut up! You're just jealous, that he has someone to smooch, and you don't!" Tootie called over her shoulder as her fingers laced with his. The smiled big as they walked to the bus, then got on.

"Yeah, yeah. But smooching you, is dangerous. Might cut his tongue on those braces of yours." AJ snickered, causing Tootie to pout. Which was not like the playful pout from earlier.

"I think that her braces are sexy. Her glasses, too." Timmy pulled Tootie down next to him, on the bus seat, which replaced her pout with a smile, and pink cheeks. "Hasn't anyone bother to tell you? Geeky girls are hot!" He kissed Tootie again, to drive his point across, and because he liked doing it. Tootie giggled, either from being kissed, or being called hot, or just because, today, had been just another day of her dream coming true for her.

"What the hell?" "Watch out!" "Hold on kids!" All of which, and more had been yelled almost at the same time.

He heard the screeching of breaks, and his first instinct was to turn and wrap himself around Tootie, hoping to shield her, from whatever was coming.

He heard the loud sound, of metal against metal, immediately followed by an almost sudden stop. Almost sudden, because the buss was no longer moving forward, at least he didn't think it was, but he was still moving.

He heard kids screaming, Tootie whimpering against his chest, then the gravity felt wrong, as he heard glass shattering under his feet. He didn't even know there was glass under his feet. He felt his body hit against something hard, again and again. He assumed that since he was heavier than Tootie, that he was the one to hit, whatever was now under them, as the bus rolled. Then everything went dark.

"Timmy!?" Tootie's voice called him back from the darkness. Her voice was frantic and scared. He looked up at her, tears streaked her face, and fell down past the frame of her glasses, and continued their path down her cheeks. He felt tired, and weak. His eyes started to close. "C'mon Timmy, try to keep your eyes open. Please, don't close them."

He looked around, everyone was off the bus, except him, Tootie, AJ, and the bus driver. He could see from the legs, outside the windows of the overturned bus. He took a deep breath, and smelled gas. And notices something was sparking up towards the front of the bus.

He tried to move, but he couldn't. Something pinned his leg to the roof of the bus. It was painful, but not painful enough that he couldn't see, that Tootie, and his friend, and the bus driver needed to leave. They couldn't move him, hey couldn't move whatever was pinning him, or else he'd be outside the bus.

"Tootie... you gotta... Can you go out, and see if someone has a bottle of water... I'm a bit thirsty. Please?" He asked, hoping that nothing happened before she left. If something happened to him, she would be crushed, but she would survive. And he waited until he watched her crawl out the door, before looking at the bus driver, and AJ. "I smell gas, you gotta go."

"Timmy! The fire department is here! Don't try to move, they'll get you out soon!" He heard Tootie yell, from outside the bus.

He heard the men outside, yelling at everyone to get back. Nothing seemed to have caught fire, as the men with yellow outfits showed up through the open door, and ushered everyone but him out.

"It'll be alright, buddy. We'll get you out of here." He tried to focus on the mask, but his vision had become blurry, and he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.

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When he next opened his eyes, he had half expected to be in an ambulance, or outside the bus. He hadn't expected to be in a hospital room. How long had he been out? How long had he been sleeping? He looked around, and saw Tootie. Then Vicki. Their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Summers. More than the Summers' he was surprised to see his own parents. Then again, he was their only son. And he was in the hospital, so maybe it was only natural that he was here.

"How are you feeling, Twerp?" Vicki was the first to speak. Then again she was always the bold one. Still it was surprising that she would express concern for him.

"Groggy." He said, trying to sit up.

"Well you have been dead to the world for about two days, plus they gotcha on the good stuff." She smirked as she tapped the IV bag over the bed.

Two whole days? Wow, no wonder he felt so out of it. But what caused him to be out for two days.

"Timmy," His mother looked over to him, she looked really concerned. All of them looked concerned. "There is... something we need to tell you sweetheart. Your leg. There was too much damage to save it."

Too much damage... he reached out with both hands, his right landed on his thigh, as did his left. On the way down, he noticed, that just below the knee of his left leg, there was nothing but bed.

"It'll be alright Timmy." Tootie had come to sit next to him on the bed, her arms wrapped around him. "I'll be right here with you, always."

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( Present )

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He had lost his leg.

A part of him, was literally gone. He couldn't walk anymore, couldn't run, couldn't play outside with his friends, unless he was in a stupid wheelchair. Which of course, limited what could and couldn't be done. And soon he ended up just staying in his room, and around the house.

Something that wasn't too bad, his parents had been taking longer and longer vacations, ever since he had returned. And while Vicki still came to watch him, it was for a completely different reason now, she watched him so he didn't get hurt, trying to get around. And recently, so he didn't off himself.

Tootie visited everyday, which he enjoyed, since when she visited he almost felt normal, until he remembered one of his legs were gone. There were still times when she was hesitant about touching him, almost like she was afraid that she would hurt him. She didn't break up with him, she wasn't shallow. No, she didn't break up with him at all. There were people that would have left him because of that, but not Tootie.

You would think that would make him count his blessings.

But no.

All he could see, was that he would be a burden to Tootie, for the remainder of her life. She would feel obligated to marry him, because really... who else would marry the buck-toothed cripple? Who else would marry him now? There was virtually nothing that he could do anymore, not without a stupid chair, or crutches. Not that Tootie would say anything like that. He wasn't even sure if she even minded the fact that he was disabled. However, he didn't want to hold her back from something great.

"Hey Timmy," He didn't need to turn the chair around to know who it was, that had just walked in. It was Vicki. It was actually strange hearing Vicki call him by any name other than Twerp. But ever since the first time he attempted suicide, Vicki seemed to try to be nicer to him. He didn't even have to ask why she was here. Since his parents went to India, a couple days before, she was here to pick him up. "I'm here to break you out of the funny farm, you got everything ready?"

"What's the point? They'll toss me back in here, in a few days." He finally turned his wheelchair around to look at the redhead, then wheeled towards the door, and past her. At least he got as far, as a few feet, when Vicki put something in the wheel of his wheelchair.

"Whoa, whoa, there. First, we're gonna talk." Vicki said, as she took out, whatever she had holding his chair in place, and pulled him back to the bed. She sat down on the bed a cross from him. "What's up with you? I mean... this is what? The sixth time?

"Seventh." He said blandly. Seventh failure as far as he was concerned. Worse part of the entire thing, was that he wouldn't get another chance... not for a while. Vicki, would be watching him like a hawk. Tootie would be watching him too.

"Seventh time you tried to off yourself. I just want to know why." Vicki being caring, and concerned. Shocking, right. But no... she had visited him daily while he was in the hospital, every time he had been hospitalized. Tootie came as well, when she could come. School had kept her from visiting some days, but she did call on day's that she couldn't come.

"Look at me." He just looked up at her. He wasn't loud, he didn't scream. He didn't have that kind of passion in him anymore too yell. " Would you want to hold your best friend back? When you know that they would be better off dating someone else? Someone that could actually give her a real future."

"Whoa, there. Hold on a second." she reached out and caught his chin, between her forefinger, and thumb, forcing him to look up at her. "I don't see anything wrong with you, aside from still being a bit twerpy. And that never bothered Tootie to begin with. Plus Tootie loves you, it doesn't matter if you have one leg or two, or three. Though with Tootie, she might be more interested in the third one, if you catch my drift." Vicki nudged him with her elbow.

"You know you're talking about your younger sister. Tootie. You're talking about Tootie having sex, you know that right?" He pulled his chin away from her hand, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I'm not naïve. Tootie's gonna have sex as some point in time. In fact, it's a fact! But anyways, back to the main topic. You're not holding her back. She's right where she wants to be. Where she always wanted to be. With you, you idiot."

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He looked around the living room, while sitting in one of the recliners, his wheelchair, left forgotten by the front door. The moment he got home, every time he got out of the hospital, he switched to his crutches. He hated that damned chair, he didn't want to look at it, couldn't stand to look at it while he was home. It was a symbol of his disability. He reached grabbed the remote to the TV, and turned it on. Hoping that something would distract him, from thinking about his leg, or lack there of. At least until Vicki returned. Since he had been in the hospital when his parents left, she had stayed at her house, not wanting to move everything.

Of course, most might think that this was his chance to kill himself. Since he was alone. But Vicki had a key, and could return at any minute. Only a fool, that wanted to live, would attempt suicide right now. Only someone that just wanted attention. Not someone that truly didn't want to exist anymore. That, and he was sure, that Vicki would test him. Leave him alone, and think that he was alone, to see if he could be trusted. No... he had to wait. He had to wait, until they thought that he could be trusted.

"Timmy!" Tootie's voice came moments after he heard the front door open. And it didn't take long for her to come into view. "You're home!"

Tootie leaned over the arm of the chair, and kissed him on his lips. Something that a year ago would make his heart beat faster, and would cause joy to well up inside. And it still sparked happiness in him. It did. But it also sparked guilt. He felt guilty for every kiss he received . Knowing that Tootie would be better off with someone else. Knowing that he was holding her back from something.

However, he also knew not to get upset, or ignore a kiss from her, which would cause his friend to cry. So he was at an impasse. He was damned if he did, and would damn her, if he didn't. There was no easy way for this. One way or another, he was going to be hurt, or she was. So he hoped that she would move on. That she would find someone else. Because, yes, he would hurt. But he wouldn't have to hurt long. Because he didn't plan to be around much longer.

"Did'ja, miss me?" She looked so happy, and he had missed her. He really had.

"Of course I missed you," His voice was soft an quiet. He had missed her. But at the same time he both hoped, and feared, that she would find someone else. Someone more stable... someone whole, that she could love. But it never happened. She seemed to be completely devoted to him.

"I'm glad, missing me, means you love me still." She murmured as she crawled into his lap. Something that before his last suicide attempt, she hadn't done, for fear she would hurt him. It wouldn't have, considering his leg was missing below the knee. But Tootie was the kind that would worry over that. It was endearing, as much as it was annoying.

"Well isn't this just a heave worthy moment?" Vicki fake gagged, a moment, before snickering and flopped down on the couch. "I'm gonna have to put up with this for the next three weeks aren't I?"

"You're just jealous." Tootie stuck her tongue out at her sister. Who replied in like. "And yep. Since we're both gonna stay here. You might have to."

This was going to be a long... long, and interesting three weeks. He thought to himself, before putting his head back.