Disclaimer: Fairly Oddparents is not mine. Nor will it ever be.

Behind Her Eyes

People think I don't care. That I'm mean, cruel, and I wish everyone only the worst. Well, let them think it because I really don't care. They can all hang.

They don't know me and they never will. I'm not the type of person to let other people in and I never will. Why bother? People hurt each other; people kill each other over worthless things.

People are fools, damned fools. They want what's best, but not for the people they claim to love. They want what's best for themselves.

Take the Turners, for instance, good clients of mine. They leave their twerp, I mean, child with me practically every night. They go off to do bingo or whatever it is they do and, for a precious few hours, can forget the mistake they made.

Children are mistakes. Anyone who has had one knows and that's why I'm around. They pay an exorbitant amount and, for the night, pretend nothing ever happened. Young, in love, and they never did what caused them their livelihood.

Fools. Whoever said children are an investment in the future is a fool too. What good are children? They bring pain and misery to their parents and, ultimately, grow up to leave them on their deathbed.

That's why I never bothered to show my parents affection. They rued the day I was born, they scorned me. Well, fine, let them do it. For every day of misery in my childhood, they pay ten times for it. Too bad if they're scared of me and they don't like it, they deserve it.

Everyone deserves my wrath because, sooner or later, they'll realize the truth. The world is not as happy a place as they think. It's full of cruelty, malevolence, and the type of greed I thrive in.

Do you want to know why I do? It's very simple- it's a dog eat dog world out there. If you don't lose your conscience early, it'll swallow you whole. You'll wake up and realize you wasted your life because you were too kind to do anything about it.

That's what really gets me about the twerp. He's so nice to everyone (excepting my little sister, Tootie), and he acts like it's normal. Sure, it is for the morons, but not for anyone who knows better.

He gets on my nerves sometimes, with his optimism. 'Everything'll be okay in the end'- b.s. Nothing will be okay in the end and the sooner he realizes it, the better. That's why he's always being preyed upon- he's weak.

My sister is weak too, but in a different way. I tried to show her the true world, but she would have none of it. Instead, she clings to Timmy like he's her one true savior. Get real. The shallow twerp will never care about her, because all he sees is that dumb Trixie.

I stopped trying to protect her long ago. Let her make her own mistakes, let her realize the truth. When she does, we'll all be better for it.

And when that day arrives, she'll come to me. We'll have our revenge on everyone that hurt us, because we'll know then what to do. For now, I'm biding my time. I'm waiting for my acolyte.

"Vicky?" Timmy asks, cocking his head at me. That annoying little twerp, with his silly pink hat. One of these days, I'll cram it down his throat and watch him choke, but not today. No, not yet.

I'll wait until Tootie joins me. Then he'll know…

Plastering the nastiest smirk on my face that I can, I bark orders at him. Sometimes, it's best to pretend you're completely stupid. It keeps people out.