She buried her face in her pillow, wallowing in self pity. It had been a long, tough day. She was so exhausted today that she did not even have the energy to yell for her father. Several times she opened her mouth to curse the Powerpuff girls for embittering her miserable life, for not letting her be another powerpuff girl and for putting her on the naughty list. But today, she simply didn't have the energy.

Buttercup had never been particularly nice to her. But it had to be said that today seemed to be an off day, even for her. Buttercup was violent, easy to enrage, quick tempered. Normally, a small insult such as "you look funny" was enough to send Buttercup over the edge. Today, a small breath in her direction was enough to be considered a provocation. Buttercup saw her, and snapped.

Not that Buttercup would get in trouble. She was a Powerpuff girl and Powerpuffs didn't get in trouble. They got praise, attention and everyone's love. She didn't.
They were cool. She wasn't.

"I'll get you one day Buttercup" she wanted to say but decided it wasn't worth it.

She continued to wallow. Telling her daddy would get her nowhere. Not that he'd even say anything back to her anyway. He never said anything. Blood welled from her nose and she wiped it. It hurt. It hurt badly. Buttercup's fist shattered bone, and she was lucky her nose was even intact.

She sighed. She was a villain, and Buttercup was a hero. Heroes got rewarded, Villains got shunned. Buttercup was right, she was wrong. She would always be wrong.
It wasn't fair. It just wasn't. "Life ain't fair loser" came Buttercup's mocking voice in her head "Get used to it and quit your stupid whining."

Days had passed. Bubbles's cold finally left her, and the coughing gradually began to lessen. Meanwhile Blossom's head felt less like magma and she could finally eat without the food burning her throat as she swallowed.
Bubbles lay without twitching as the alarm clock rang. It wasn't easy being sworn protectors of the good city of townsville. But it had to be done. The good innocent people in Townsville did not deserve a cruel, barbaric death at the hands of the rotten, satanic horrors that would surely persecute it without their intervention. Last night's fight had worn her out. Despite her icy hands, and aching head, she and Blossom had had to drag themselves out of bed in a desperate attempt to stop yet another cold heated assassin from taking yet another innocent life.

They were only just able to overpower him, but their ailments which had kept them away from school for weeks, still weakened them and the assassin despite being badly wounded during the fight, was able to escape.

Buttercup was nowhere to be found during the fight and Blossom was furious. The sound of furious shouts and yells ringing out from downstairs eventually snapped Bubbles awake. She could not take one step from the safety of her bedroom before her ears were assaulted by an ear piercing growl which could just as likely have been from Buttercup protesting that it was not her fault that a fight broke out while she was away during her night of the week out, as Blossom screaming that as her team member, Buttercup should have been more vigilant and followed instructions from her, the team leader more clearly.

Bubbles wanted to rush downstairs and demand that her sisters stop fighting, but she could not take one step further before a high pitched shriek powerful enough to shatter glass, froze her blood and she shook her head, trying very hard not to cry.

She could do nothing but add fuel to the fire if she joined in. Being the youngest of her sisters gave her very little voice in an argument and it was no different now. So she contended herself by closing the door and lying back in bed, with her ears covered, hoping the tension would die down soon.

This wasn't the first time her sisters had broken into an argument this fierce, and certainly wouldn't be the last. That didn't make it hurt less, and she was too hurt to cry. She had used up her tears crying the previous times an argument like this had broken out. It didn't help. "Look. You just made your sister cry, you selfish monster" Blossom had yelled upon seeing her cry. "It was you're fault. Stop accusing me. I was a good sister. You're the one to blame" Buttercup had shouted in reply and that argument had come to blows which left Blossom and Buttercup with stitches in their faces for several days after that.

Bubbles winced upon remembering the painful memory. Part of her begged her to run downstairs to comfort her arguing sisters, but she forced herself to lock the door to the bedroom, knowing her presence would only worsen the problem.

Just as it had worsened many problems, Buttercup sometimes told her when Blossom wasn't around.
"Stop being such a whiny crybaby and learn when to give those no good criminals a good thrashing like they deserve" Buttercup said.

And Blossom would sometimes nod slowly, acknowledging that Buttercup did have a point. And that Bubbles was often too hesitant to spring into fights.

"But fighting is bad" Bubbles once protested feebly "Killing is bad. Killing is wrong. Two wrongs, don't make a right."

"But it's our job." Buttercup simply growled "It's what we have to do to protect the city. And if you can't stomach giving the bad guys a knuckle sandwich or two, maybe you should just, you should just join that spoiled, bratty Princess in her mansion so you can cry together about how neither of you make a good Powerpuff girl"

Blossom had quickly grabbed Buttercup upon the mention of the name Princess, and clasped a hand over her mouth before dragging her away. But the damage was done.

Bubbles tried to fall back to sleep but with no success. The yelling from downstairs was too loud.