This is a re-editing of this story. At the end of the story check out the notes what changes were made.

This is my first Fairly Odd Parents story, and the rating is T for suicidal thoughts. Well enjoy the story.

I don't own Fairly Odd Parents...There I said it. You're happy now, Nickelodeon!

Chapter 1: Pain goes on

My name is Timmy Turner and I am 21 years old but it doesn't matter at this point, because I'm going to end my life today.

I know that some of you are wondering why? It's simple, both my mother and father died in a car accident few months ago. It doesn't end there, Trixie made my life a living hell for 10 years during my school time, and to make everything worse, my fairy godparents were taken away from me. I can't feel anything but suffering in my heart.

This is so stupid I mean, ever since at the age of 9 I wonder, why do I even bother living at this world, and who cares about me anyways? My mom and dad never believed in me when I was a kid, and whenever I need them they leave me. I tried to understand them, I mean sure they love me but words are not enough for me to know what it is. I knew they wanted a daughter, but they could of loved me no matter what the circumstances are. At the age of 5, I was taken care of the worst babysitter that I have ever met.

I mean she abuses me just for fun, and she threatens me so many times in my life. She laughs each time I am hurt badly. Despite of all the pain that I had suffered, my parents pays her, and they care less at times what I have to say, even if it isn't my fault. She does everything in her power to make sure I am miserable and will do everything to see that I can't enjoy fun or happiness.

I remember that I tried to find something that will ruin her and those years of being taken care of by her, there was nothing I can find. That is until I found something interesting, it seems that she has a crush on this guy who plays soccer. She even had a shrine dedicated for him, so I found something to blackmail to her as I took plenty of photos of it. Oh that did shut her up and stop all of the abuse. I felt relief for the first time of my life and felt I had everything in control

Then one day, as I was just minding my own business, she chained me up on the wall when my parents left for a business trip and beat me up with a cord of a vacuum, and she began to beat me up. Each hit stung and some even broke on my flesh. After the beating was over, I was left at my room nearly half to death, blood coming out of parts of my body, and my nose. That was years ago when I was only 13 years of age, and after that day, she never came back again. I may not know how I survived it, but I am glad that I did, since my Godparents took care of me and told me it was over.

I already knew that it was nothing really compared to the hell I went through with Vicky, as I could tell you that there was a time when I finally impressed Trixie Tang at the age of 14. To this day, I am not sure why did I fall for her. It must of been a lustful relationship. I enjoyed holding her close to me. We went out on some few dates which I was happy about it, but no kiss in the end strangely.

She knew when to make me feel good and waiting for that right moment kiss her and do some more than that. Nights on end, I would fantasize of the idea of making love to her and holding her close. I am a guy of needs.

My luck ran out at when I turned 15, when I saw her with another guy and she was kissing him. I wan enraged from what I saw and was heartbroken, that I realized that she used me like a damn dog when AJ warned me from time to time. When the time came right, that dude is as good as dead.

Few weeks passed, and Trixie's 'boyfriend' was alone, and I came up to him and said "Why are you kissing my girlfriend?" he looked at me as if I'm not important. He had this smirked darkly and he calmly replied "Because she is better off with a guy like me, than some punk loser like you." When he looked back, I gave him a piece of my mind, I began to pummel him down, but then he threw me off as I weighed nothing at all. He was on top of me and began to beat me up like if I were a punching bag. He finally stopped after my face was beaten up and said "Ha, you can't even fight back, as I said, you're nothing but a pathetic loser." He left after he was done with me, I left limping and blood trickle down in my lip and just asked my godparent to take me back home and not talk about it. My relationship, well if you want to call it that, was over for her.

I was left heartbroken and there were moments of suicides that was ringing in my ears. Luckily my Godparents comforted me and took me off of my depression and showed me a better life. If it wasn't for them, I could of ended my life then.

Then the last thing that happened to me that broke me in the inside for good, and it was when my fairies were taken away from me. I could remember like it was yesterday: Cosmo, Wanda, and I were preparing for our Fairy Anniversary, it has been eight years since I got my godparents, as that I was glad that they could trust me and love me for who I am and take care of me from depressing moments.

When all the fairies, we partied like there was no tomorrow. When the party was nearly over, Jorgen came in front of me and said "Timmy Turner, you are the longest godchild that we have in our records. Despite of all the troubles were caused, it seemed that your godparents took care of you like their own son." I was pleased to it, but his face turned serious in just seconds and said "However, your 18 now and it's time for you and the fairies to say good bye." As soon as I heard those words, I wonder why now, why at this time. My face paled in just seconds and my stomach churned. I pleaded to Jorgen "Why Jorgen? My life isn't straight out yet. You have no idea how I feel at this point. Please, I need them to help me with some of my problems that I still face"

He simply replied "According to Da Rules, 'After his/her godchild reach to their age of man or womanhood, which is 18, regardless of how their situation they are dealing with, the fairies must be assigned to a new godchild' plain and simple."

Tears streamed out of my eyes, and my fairies, leaving me, all defenseless at this world that I never even faced it alone before. I hugged Cosmo and Wanda, and they too were teary in their eyes. I looked at them, as Wanda whisper "Timmy, I will never forget you." Cosmo too whispered "Timmy, take care of your life, don't let those voices doubt you." Tears continue to pour on my eyes as we held each other, and I realized that Jorgen possibly will erase my memories, the memories of our good times, the memories of all of our pain and sorrows that was healed. Strangely enough, Jorgen had these sympathy eyes for the first time in my life. He sighed for a moment and then said "I won't erase your memories. I just wish you the best." I was happy to hear that, and after the party was over we said our goodbyes and they were gone for the rest of my life.

Now in my own life I had nobody left to trust, Chester went to Wisconsin during my sophomore year in High School, A.J. went to Washington D.C. as soon as Chester left, and I was almost alone.

Another memory came by and it was Tootie, the friend that was always looking out for me, and believed in me. We had this relationship going on and we both loved each other, I still remember that comforting kiss she gave me when she heard the news that I lost my parents and would love to be my girlfriend. She even defended me right in front of Trixie, when she said so many bad things about my parents and myself. I saw Tootie's smile after I impressed her, and at the same time, Trixie was livid. This was one of the times when I became happy for the moment.

Now she left me too. I just didn't know why she left me. Did I do something wrong? Was I pathetic to her? I remember sighing at that moment and went back home to clean up around the house. That is until I went to the attic and found the gun.

The gun that I found in the attic of what's left of my parent's home which was left for sale, only one bullet was found in this gun; it's as if destiny told me to use it. I took it to my new home and went to the bedroom and now as you see my situation, ready to pull the trigger of the gun. I felt that gun for the first time and when I felt the gun in my head, oh I love the feeling of it, the comfort that it came toward me. It is a shame though that I wanted to say to Tootie 'I love you', but she's gone in my life.

Now I clenched my gun and ready to pull the trigger, sucked up my last breath. Suddenly, someone open the door, and right in front of me was a surprise of my life.

Tootie…

To be continue...

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