A/N: Hey guys, here's the next chapter, as promised. (not really) but anyways, I wrote this a lot faster than I thought I would. So here you go, you get two chapters in the same day!
She was running. She didn't know why, or how, but she was. Her legs stopped in front of a large building, which was most likely a school. "I know this place." She muttered to herself, looking around at the familiar surroundings. Sauntering over to the play yard, she saw swings, jungle gyms, and little benches.
"Hello, Helga." A small voice squeaked from behind her. She yelped, loosing her balance and falling forward. A dainty hand caught hold of hers, pulling her up. It was a little Japanese girl, around the age of 10. She had on blue framed glasses, giving charm to her pale skin. Short, silky raven hair barely reached her shoulders. The blue sweater she was wearing matched perfectly with her features, giving off a sweet, innocent look.
But this wasn't just anyone. No, she knew this person all too well. This was her childhood BFF, Phoebe. But, something was off. Why did she look so young?
Said girl giggled, releasing the blondes hand. "Sorry Helga, I didn't mean to frighten you." Helga, meanwhile, had a very confused look on her face. This was all too strange. She looked down, only to see white tennis shoes and the rim of a familiar pink dress. Eyes wide and mouth agape, she pulled at the godforsaken dress and stared at it. What...? I haven't seen this old thing in years, let alone worn it. She thought to herself.
Feeling the top of her head, she came across a soft fabric. She knew what this was; it was her ridiculous pink bow. I don't understand.. I got rid of this damned thing ages ago!
"What the hell is going on here?" The confused blonde said aloud, turning to her friend. Only this time, it wasn't Phoebe. It was another person from her childhood; a red headed girl with two braided pigtails and freckles sprinkled across her face. "Whatever do you mean Helga?" The freckled girl said in her sickening, sweet voice.
"Lila? When did you get here? And where's Phoebe!" Helga demanded, waving her fist in the others face. "Oh, why she's over there." The southern girl pointed towards the jungle gym, where a whole bunch of kids had gathered.
Rushing towards the crowd, she suddenly bumped into something, falling onto the ground. Her eyes met with a pair of forest greens ones; ones that made her heart skip a beat. "Woah, sorry Helga. You okay?" Said the angelic voice from her childhood, holding out a perfectly tanned hand. Her breath hitched in her throat; she couldn't speak. This was the one boy she tried so hard to avoid, so hard to not think about. And now, there he was.
Screaming, she closed her eyes for a quick second. The world around her seemed to spin violently, as she pulled on her pigtails. Slowly opening her eyes, she realized she was no longer at the old elementary school, but on the stoop of an even older boarding house. The boy in front of her still held out his hand, but this time, he was older; no more than 16. The crazy tufts of golden blonde hair were soaked, hanging around his face; as were his clothes. The sound of rain could also be heard in the distance.
"Cmon," he said, giving her a small smile. "Everyone's waiting."
Her heart rate quickened, as she stayed frozen. "What... What do you mean? Arnold, what's happening?"
His cute little smile slowly turned into a vicious one, as the golden blonde hair faded into pure black. The gorgeous green eyes were now a deep chocolate, holding hateful emotions.
"You," she snarled. "Your not Arnold." He laughed maniacally, harshly lifting her off the ground. "Ugh! Let me go you big oaf!"
"Aw, what's wrong doll?" He teased. Her eyes widened at the pet name, now recognizing who this guy was. "Rodney! You jerk!" She kicked him hard, in the leg, making him release her. She dropped to the floor, wet hair blocking her eyesight.
He glared at the kneeling blonde, towering over her. "You'll pay for that." He stated through clenched teeth, and then everything went black.
She was falling, fading into nothingness. "Arnold!" She screamed, reaching for something, anything! "Phoebe, Lila, anyone! Please!"
...
Eyes jerking open, Helga sat straight up, beads of sweat on her forehead. It was... just a dream. It's... okay, Helga ol' girl. Just. a. dream.
Surveying her surroundings, the blonde blinked, not recognizing where she was. The walls were a dull white, as was her bedding. She looked down to see a little paper bracelet on her arm, as well as a small tube puncturing her skin. There were also health posters hung up, adding a bit of style to the otherwise plain room. A faint beeping noise came from the machine that stood next to her, which also was connected to the tube.
As if on cue, a nurse walked into the room, wheeling in a tray of breakfast foods. She smiled at the confused blonde, setting the cart beside her bed. "How ya feelin' hun?" She asked, pouring some syrup onto the pancakes. Helga blinked again, not used to this kind of hospitality. How the hell did I end up here?
"Okay, I guess." She muttered, eyeing the food in front of her. It had been a long time since she had a real breakfast. "That's good," the nurse replied, "Coffee, milk, or orange juice?"
"Coffee, plain." The blonde said in a monotone voice.
"Coming right up, darlin'," the nurse walked over to the door, "Oh, by the way, you've got a visitor downstairs. Want me to send him up?"
Helga's eyes widened, being taken aback from this question. Visitor? And a guy, no less? Sighing, Helga nodded, seeming a little intrigued by this 'visitor'. "Go ahead." Even if she was a little suspicious, knowing she actually had someone who cared about her well being kind of shocked her.
After the nurse had left, she placed the tray on her lap, ready to dig in. There was pancakes, eggs, sausage, and a side of blueberries.
Then, out of nowhere, pain shot down her right arm. She dropped the fork she was currently holding, it making a 'clink' sound as it hit the plate. "Damn." She seethed through clenched teeth, adding pressure to the arm with her good hand.
The door then opened, with the nurse coming in with a styrofoam cup in one hand, and a pitcher filled with coffee in the other. Behind her was a tall, tired looking young man who had messy blonde hair and a rather dirty blue robe. Somehow, this guy looked familiar.
"Here ya go, hun." The nurse said, leaving the pitcher and cup on the cart. "I'll just leave y'all be, so call if ya need anything, alright?" She then turned on her heel, exiting the room for the last time. Helga, meanwhile, stared coldly at her visitor, still rubbing her arm.
"Uh, you okay?" He asked sheepishly, hands behind his back. In truth, he didn't really know what to say. Even if he did have about a million questions for her. She just kept staring, slowly letting her arms fall. "Just peachy." She finally replied, looking away. I know him. I have to, that... that face. I know that face.
He nodded, also looking away. This was getting extremely awkward, so he decided to break the tension with a question, the first one that had been on his mind. "What happened to you?"
She turned to look at him again, cocking an eyebrow. "Funny, that's what I was going to ask you." He just blinked, giving her a funny look. "Wait... you mean you don't remember what happened at all last night?"
Helga shrugged, looking at her nails. "Meh, I don't have the greatest memory." He, on the other hand, was gawking at her. She had just been shot in the arm, and couldn't remember one detail? Did she even know she was in a damn hospital?
"Hey," she said angrily, "Stop staring at me like that." It was then that their eyes met yet again, this time being more than just a second. Memories of the dream she previously had clouded her mind, mainly the one of her looking into those same, dark, forest green eyes. How could she not of figured it out sooner? She knew who this was. Oh yes, she definitely knew. Everything from the night before played in her mind like a movie, even her trudging up his steps, with dark blood dripping from her wounded arm.
Eyes wide, she looked at him with a mixture of hate, anger, and fear. "Arnold." She breathed.
A/N: Yah, pretty sucky chapter, huh? I added in the dream for a reason, even if the reason is pretty small. So now, Helga has most of her memory back. Who would've thought she would dream about Arnold right after she saw him for the first time in years, huh?
Lol, I don't even know anymore. Next chapter, things will be a bit more... explained. The doctors still need to question her, of course. But, not everything will be said. The poor girls got a secret of her own, and in the next chap she'll actually remember it.