AVAVA
( Author's Note )
VAVAV
Very short, but what I had after the end of this didn't fit together. I figure it'll be easier to start off on a new chapter, and it'll flow right. But, enjoy this short chapter.
As always, I don't own Fairly OddParents, nor do I obtain any money for doing it, whether by donation or paycheck. Meaning: I do this solely for fun.
AVAVA
( Vicki Summers )
VAVAV
"So... they're not coming back?" Timmy asked looking down at the floor between them. She hadn't wanted to tell him at all. Though, sooner or later he would start to wonder.
So, when a week had passed since she had gotten that phone call and she still didn't have an answer. She just decided to just out and out tell him. What other choice did she have?
Tell him.
Lie to him.
Both choices didn't have very good endings in her mind.
Telling him, might send him into a spiral of depression. Something that her and Tootie could try to help him over come.
Lying to him, would send him into the same depression, once he found out the truth. But, he wouldn't trust her or Tootie's help.
Leaving her to choose the lesser of two evils, so to speak.
"Yeah. I'm sure they... I mean. I don't think it was anything to do with you. Y'know." She had to tell him. But there was no way she would repeat what they said. No child should hear something like that. No child should have to know that their parents think he's... defective. And in reality, he wasn't. He was a boy, going through something, none of them could understand.
None of them had lost a limb.
How could they understand losing a physical part of themselves?
"I'm sure it did." His voice sounded like he was on the verge of tears. "I mean. They could barely look at me. Were either too afraid, or too disgusted to even touch me, after the first suicide attempt."
She watched as he used a crutch to move around the living room. Actually, he seemed to be pacing... as best he could do with a crutch and his prosthetic. Though given the fact that he'd only been going to physical therapy for three weeks, he seemed to being doing damned good with it. Though she wasn't sure what he should, or shouldn't be able to do this far along in his rehabilitation.
"It was only a matter of time." His voice had become monotonic.
No more show of sadness.
No anger outburst.
No tears.
That scared her.
"But me and Tootie. We're here." She said, encouragingly. "I mean, c'mon. You think I'll be that easy to get rid of?"
"For how long," He muttered before going towards the stairs.
Once upon a time, she wouldn't have allowed him to talk to her like that.
Once upon a time, she would have put him in his place.
But this wasn't the same. He had every right to be upset. Had every right to scream, and break things. To break down. To beg for help. To demand some kind of normalcy.
Why wasn't he? She would have done all of the above, and more.
"Timmy." She had caught up to him, before he had gotten to the stairs, her hand firmly on his shoulder. "Forever. Alright? Me and Toots? We're not gonna just ditch you, alright? I know... I know you shouldn't trust me, I mean... I wouldn't trust me, considering our pasts. But, we're not going anywhere."
"They had said that they would always be there for me too." He said, not even glancing over his shoulder as he continued up the stairs, "And we see how that turned out."
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( Timmy Turner )
VAVAV
Once he had finally made it up the stairs, and into his room, he sat on his bed looking around at everything. Everything was surreal. None of it seemed real. How could it be real? His parents loved him. His leg wasn't missing. He was just... just dreaming. None of this was real. How could it be real. These things didn't happen, especially to him.
He was Timothy Tiberius Turner, and his life was boring. Nothing interesting ever happened. Not to him. Not to his family...
All he had to do was close his eyes, and the last year would just have been a nightmare.
He would open his eyes, and he would still have his leg.
He would laugh about this with Tootie, and his friends. It would just be a stupid dream that wasn't real.
He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths. Then opened them again.
Nothing changed. Nothing at all! Everything was exactly the same. So he repeated the process. It had to work. It couldn't, and he meant couldn't,
"No," he whispered closing his eyes again, hoping that it would all just be over, that things would just return to normal.
"No!" He yelled when nothing changed. He threw his crutch embedding it into the wall near the door.
"Damn it!" She yelled grabbing the nearest thing to him. He didn't pay attention to what it was, just threw it. Didn't even see where it went, his only focus was to find something else to throw. Again, and again he only heard item after item smash against the wall.
As he reached for something else, he leaned out too far, falling from the bed landing on the floor with a thud. He just laid there. He wasn't hurt, and it wasn't like he couldn't get up on his own. He just laid there.
'What's the point in getting up?' He sighed.
His adrenaline pretty much shot, which was sad now that he thought about it. Then again He hadn't had much energy in a while, along with the physical therapy so it would stand to reason that even a small tantrum would drain his energy.
Finally deciding to get off the floor, he pulls himself up to his bed.
Pictures of him and Tootie on the walls mocked him, along with pictures of his friends that had moved away.
"Forever, huh?" He sighed, doubting that they were truthful. He wished they really would stay forever, but given his track history he didn't think that they would. It was only his parents that left him, but he had a feeling deep down, that he had been abandoned before.