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Brief Notes by Nerf or Nothing: Reposted! I reposted this after I rewrote it and fixed it.

This story is a Dark but has a Happy Ending!

Summary: ...Life was a book and each chapter was a new reality... for the next chapter they'd make sure she'd get her happy ending.

Happy Ending

Chapter one

It was high school graduation and the whole gang was there. Arnold watched sadly as Helga stayed by herself. She was so beautiful and always had been. Even before she lost the one eyebrow back in the fifth grade.

Her family never showed up. Not even Olga which was surprising, to a point anyway. She never really had any friends. Phoebe and Helga soon lost touch when they hit high school and drifted to the point they no longer talked. Not even a wave as they passed in the halls.

Her attitude seemed to disappear, no longer caring to be a bully. In fact she rarely even talked. She could still be a bitch and would bury a person with her sarcastic and witty tongue but only when push come to shove would she give a good beating.

Her life seemed so messed up. Her dad stopped talking to her all together and her mother forgot she even existed, whereas her father would call her by Olga's name just to piss her off and Olga merely rubbed it in, subtly but it was obvious she did it purposely.

In sophomore year Helga messed with the wrong people. She had been to jail and had been arrested many times before. The people were from a gang that went to the same school. They had raped and beaten her.

While in school in the girls washroom a junior who had tried to date one of the guys had seen Helga pucking and found out Helga was pregnant. The girl told the entire school. She had a miscarriage when the guys found out and beat her.

He felt horrible but he knew she despised being pitied. Instead she turned to a comfort her mother knew too well. Helga became an alcoholic. It happened after the miscarriage. There were few people who cared for her but she pushed them away. They knew she loved the thought of being a mother. After it happened she seemed like she lost the world. ...The baby gave her the hope to live that she thought didn't possess.

It was so frustrating because her painful life always seemed to be big news at the school. People didn't like her or were hurt by being pushed away.

Frowning, he watched her until she stood and began to walk by.

Standing up and following her, he called out to her. “Helga!”

People stared at him funny, even Gerald and Phoebe. He glared at them and continued after Helga.

Helga had heard him but didn't bother to stop. She had been down this road before, with people either pitying her or hurting her. Maybe a joke considering in the fifth grade it was revealed that she had a crush on him, maybe a joke or maybe pity. And she didn't know which she hated most...

Arnold caught up with her and roughly grabbed her shoulders and whirled her around to face him. Her soft waist length pale blond hair went flying as she turned.

“Helga,” he started but she shrugged her shoulders trying to get him to let her go.

“Save it.” She said sneering her black painted lips at him, hoping he would get the drift.

He glared at her, “Why do you always have to be so difficult.”

“Hmm,” Helga started in sweetly sarcastic voice, looking thoughtful as if pondering what he said. “Maybe it's because you, someone who is popular, not to mention someone who had written me off like the rest of them, is talking to me. ME, the outcast. The well known bitch of the school.” Pulling away from him roughly she glared at him darkly.

“Look Arnold. Whatever your here for isn't important, not to me. I am not in the mood for a prank or pity party. Try and go bug someone who cares, will ya?”

Arnold's glare softened as she whispered out the last few words, they held no bite.

Helga sneered at his look. “I don't need pity.” She hissed before walking away again.

“Helga, I only wanted to talk. I care about you... I know you have a good side somewhere deep in you, buried. Why not just talk to me.”

Helga spun on her heel quickly with her face flushed from anger. “Wrong!” She whispered hoarsely noticing the rest of her old classmates listening in. Smirking at them briefly she turned to stare at Arnold with an unnerving look.

“Arnold, we are not in elementary school anymore. It's time to grow up already! The world is not full of hope and positivity. The glass isn't always half full, maybe not even half empty.” Smiling sarcastically at him she flipped her hair over her shoulder.

“You are so delusional to the real world. People judge each other. Don't even try and deny it because you have judged before too. ...But you've been a hypocrite before, why not now too.” She smiled at him darkly and glanced at the one table that could hear and see everything from the doorway. The table that had her old friends at.

“There might have been a good side to me once.” She started mockingly, “but with time comes change. That side you thought was there has died, I know reality more then anyone. Maybe if you opened your eyes, you would see it just as clearly but I suppose you could still be blind. Like they say the blind live blissful lives. I would love that peace but I can't in life.” She grinned morbidly, “I sadly have my eyes wide open and I can't go back once the truth is out. Things change when you know.”

Phoebe was watching this with wide tear filled eyes. She knew of Helga's troubles. Everyone made sure they all knew. Helga had always hidden her pain but it was obvious to her, now at least.

“Helga you don't believe that...” Arnold said frowning. He didn't like how she had mentioned that she won't have peace in life. Did she want to die?

She shrugged. “It doesn't matter what I believe, not to you. I can do as I please. Don't be so surprised either. You've known I am quite the negative person. Just because your positive doesn't mean everyone else has to be. Get real already.”

Arnold glanced at her sadly and she soon frowned in anger.

“Don't. You don't even know me anymore so stop with the fake 'oh Helga, your so sad and poor' sensitive wannabe shit. I don't need it. Wanna do something for me? Then leave me ALONE already.”

The comment made Lila annoyed. She knew Helga had a hard time but she believed the blond was merely acting and wanted the attention. “Well you practically asked for it. You always whine and complain, your sad story is school news. You want the attention and pity otherwise you'd be ignored.”

Some seemed to agree.

Helga turned to her sharply, her eyes glistening with tears trapped in her eyes. Eyes that seemed so dark and cold that Lila backed up. “You're wrong, but it's not surprising. I never wanted any of it. School news, ha.” Shrugged a bit her voice cracked. “I messed with the wrong people and because they lack in the heart and brain department they figure it would be torturous for my life to be the main topic of their underground news paper. Some tried to stop it, but it was really none of their business. I made sure they knew I didn't want or need their help. I can stand the morons but they wouldn't be able too.” Smirking through her tears she laughed bitterly. “Oh, what do you know, the bitch does have a heart.” She muttered humourlessly while wiping some tears.

Helga turned quickly and fled out the door, her broken smile flashing in their memories.

Helga ran, the beautiful dress she had bought would be ruined as she rushed through the rain. The long black silk skirt swished around her legs and fell to her ankles in each step taken. The material clung to her torso covered by a white corset with black ribbon tied in the front, with the black sleeves hugging her arms and falling over her hands before reaching the start of her fingers.

Arnold took a step forward and shouted to her “Helga!”

Rhonda stood up feeling awful. “We should find her. It's the storm of the century out there...”

“Are you crazy?” Lila said shocked. She still believed Helga was just being dramatic.

“Shut up Lila.” Phoebe said standing up, Gerald following suit with Curly, Eugene, Sheena, Nadine, Stinky, Sid and Harold.

Phoebe grabbed their umbrellas and stepped outside. “Lets take separate paths and look for her. I heard the storm was going to only get worse, their worried about tornados. I am sure she could use a friend. School is over anyway. Maybe this time we can show her change can be good.”

Gerald nodded and started off with her. Rhonda went with Curly and Nadine while Sheena and Eugene took off. Sid, Stinky went off quickly with Harold following.

Arnold glanced at Lila disappointed at her behavior but continued on with her following.

Helga walked slowly through allies, her tall spiked heels scuffing the ground as she dragged her feet. She was walking to the edge of town. She stood in the parking lot of an old pool hall.

Crouching down on her legs she rocked on her feet, her face flushed as the rain and wind was beating down on her as if trying to break her more. Grunting she smiled sadly. “The only good thing about rain is that it can hide your tears...” she murmured softly, her smile small and sincere but not happy as she let loose a strangled sob. “Sad thing is, I know they're still there.”

Arnold had heard her voice and followed it to see her huddled on the ground shaking and sobbing brokenly. He had told Lila to use the car and drive around looking for Helga. They would all need a ride, the storm was getting too bad to walk in it.

Arnold approached her carefully, her dress was soaked and her hair was drenched and hanging in her face and down her back. All her dark makeup was washed free... it was nice to actually see her without the mask of black make up.

She seemed so much like a fallen angel just sitting there miserably.

He walked towards her until he stood in front of her and she swiftly stood and backed up without faltering. She had always been so graceful. She was a true athlete.

When she looked up at him she made a motion to start running but he reached out and quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her close when she started to struggle.

She growled darkly at him. “Leave me alone, why won't you just leave me alone.” She shouted brokenly.

He held her tightly to him so she couldn't swing out and hurt him or get away. “Its a bad storm out here, we gotta get to a shelter.” He said trying to get her to walk but she wouldn't budge.

“I don't care. You shouldn't either. Why are you still bothering me!” She huffed, her tears still falling making her face red from the heat of her tears and cold from the rain and wind.

He released her and grabbed her hand, taking her chin and making her look at him. “Because I know she isn't dead.” He let go of her so he could gather her in a tight hug, expecting her to just stand limply but she slowly began to wrap her arms around him.

She frowned into his shirt, wondering why she had to be continually hurt. She felt so much pain, she just wanted to be happy. She sighed and thought about what he said. She wasn't dead, he meant the good side of her he constantly believed were real. She mumbled something.

He pulled away and looked down at her. “What was that.”

Helga frowned and looked up at him, her eyes narrowed with emotion and her tears so thick that they could be seen even in the harsh rain as it trailed down her cheeks in thick clumps. “She may not be dead, but she has been buried alive.”

Arnold pushed a strand of her blond hair away from her face and frowned when she flinched. She was different. She was still tough, but she was more scared and timid now. Her strong and passionate personality was hidden just like the sweet and kind personality she had always hid. She hated the world, even herself so it seemed. “Why do you hate so much?” he murmured softly.

She frowned and pulled away a little more. “What is there to love when life has shown me only hate. I can't love when I myself am so unloved.”

Arnold grit his teeth as he felt tears enter his vision. He had always tried to get close to her and each time she pushed him farther and farther away. He shouldn't have given up. Maybe then she wouldn't have felt so much pain. He could've been there to prevent most of it.

Helga glanced at the sky with her eyes squinting from the rain and wind hitting her red and swollen eyes. “I would've been a good mother. I would've given my child everything. I would have learned to love because they would have been my life.”

Arnold watched her sadly, knowing she would indeed have been a great mother, could still be...

“I won't have that chance now. I should be dead, not them. They never had a chance...”

“Don’t say that.” Arnold whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

She looked at him and laughed harshly. “You know what.” She started. “I'm sorry.” she said tiredly. “I am sorry I bullied you, called you football head, made everyones life hell. I am sorry for ruining everything.” Brushing off his hold she took a step back but he held her wrist tightly. “I am sorry for hating and loving you.”

He pulled her closer again. I'm not sorry.”

She looked at him confused, “what?”

He sighed and looked deep into her blue oceanic eyes. “Listen, I am not sorry you called me football head, you didn't make my life hell even though sometimes I was annoyed. Your... you are this enigma I can't figure out and every time you acted tough and then showed a bit of kindness it made me insane with wanting to know everything about you. I miss it.” He hugged her to him, “I am not sorry you love me. Maybe a bit that you hate me but it just... it works for you.”

She glared at him, “Liar. It's all lies!” she screamed, struggling to get away again. “I know you don't care because I don't care. There is no reason too...”

“Helga, I do care!” Arnold yelled, frustrated and wanting to get through to her. It hurt him deeply at seeing her this pained. The pain she hid from everyone but revealing to him now in a horrible storm. It was surreal...

“No you don't. You don't!” She shouted hoarsely and hit his chest over and over again. “Just leave me alone, like you have always done!”

“Damn it Helga!” He shouted, holding her shoulders firmly. “I am sorry, so sorry. I know I was wrong. I hate myself. If I didn't let you push me away I could have stopped it all. I hate that your in so much pain... I hate the fact that I helped to cause that pain even if I didn't know it then.”

Helga looked at him shocked at his outburst.

He shook her slightly. “Look around you. I am in the middle of the worst storm this century because I care. I am sorry that you can't understand and can't seem to settle for that.”

He quieted down when she looked at him blankly. After a few seconds of silence her eyes narrowed and her lips formed a tight line.

“No Arnold, you wake up.” She said using his name with a venomous tone. “I don't care if you're sorry. No words can make me forgive you. You have no clue, no possible idea at the hell my life really is.”

Shrugging his grip off while hitting at his chest she collapsed to her knees with sharp breath and wrenching sobs as she cried and screamed. “My mother is a neglectful drunk. She doesn't even remember me anymore. All she knows is that she has a daughter. OLGA, she remembers OLGA! My dad is a loser who brings women home and screws them silly while my mom lays in an unconscious drunken state because she knows Big Bob is an awful man but won't leave him. I have to check on her every time to make sure she is still breathing. I drop everything to take care for her. Sit by her when she has drank so much that she puts herself into small comas.

My sister, my perfect precious sister Olga just walks around being worshiped but does she help our mother. NO. When Big Bob calls me Olga does she make him stop. Tell him it's wrong, that I am Helga his other daughter, who should be equally loved? NO! She merely giggles and says in her sweet sickly voice “Oh daddy, you're so silly. That's baby sister.” She doesn't give a damn either, only when people are around to see so she can be labeled as sweet, caring, PERFECT Olga.

Tell me, you have heard of all the rumors at school? If you wanted to help you damn well could have. But you didn't. No one did and yes, I didn't want them to. I guess I deserve it.”

Arnold fell to his knees in front of her, pain evident on his face. He was horror sticken. “No Helga, you above anyone does not deserve this. You are so strong, so determined and passionate. Everyone knows how athletic you are and how smart you are. And above all of that you are incredibly talented in the arts. You are real and down to earth, and despite everything, you really do care about others otherwise you wouldn't push them away so they wouldn't be targets. So your mother still lives and so much more. If anything people should be admiring you.”

She laughed bitterly at him and lifted her sleeves revealing many scars. “I am strong, huh? I am passionate? How? Because I don't know the real meaning of love. If I am so great than tell me why my family hates me? People won't admire someone who is so weak and selfish that they are self-destructive.”

Arnold gasped, holding her arm gently and staring at her bruised and scarred flesh with deep turmoil. Tears welled heavily in his own green eyes. A sob escaped his throat, “Helga,” He whispered sadly, “don't do this anymore. You mean to much to me, to the others. Their out there now looking for you. There are people who care. The world will weep if you die.”

Helga shrugged, “I tried to die... but I can't, I feel so weak for not being able to... but I am constantly unable to. It's like something holds me back. I really am pathetic.” She smiled, the smile empty of any warmth. “Don't worry, I can't kill myself. I chicken out each time. I will leave Hillwood though, I am going on the next train available.”

Arnold kissed her arm lightly making her flinch. She pulled away and looked at him almost shyly, like she was afraid of him.

“Helga I,” he started leaning close to her as if ready to kiss her.

She shook her head and leaned away from him, both of them still on their knees facing each other. “No Arnold, you don't.”

He pulled her to him and kissed her before she could think twice. He kissed her softly, tenderly and held her loosely. She didn't kiss him back but remained still.

He opened his eyes to see her eyes flash before lowering sadly. “Helga...”

She turned her head away from him. “Don't Arnold, you just don't. I know. You are a good person even though you sometimes mess up. You don't need to be a knight in shining armor. The time for that has long passed. Don't start now because it only hurts more.”

He took her chin and let loose another sob when she flinched at the motion. He kissed her again briefly, a soft touch before pulling away. “I am not doing this just be a savior. I am doing this to be YOUR savior. Your a good person too! And that's whether you admit it or not. I don't want to hurt you and I don't care what you say, I do love you. I've always been intrigued by you... you always were somewhere in my mind... and you've always been pretty in my mind no matter how much you tried to hide it.”

She frowned and hugged him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and resting her chin on his shoulder and starred blankly at the ally behind him, she tightened her grip.

He held her waist tightly and hugged her back, pulling away to kiss her again.

She kissed him back hesitantly, and they stayed their holding each other and kissing softly with soft murmurs not that couldn't be distinguished by the other but they somehow knew.

The rain stopped suddenly and the sky seemed to fade from the dark depressing clouds and finally letting the sun shrine through.

Helga pulled away and opened her eyes slightly. “I want to be happy.”

Arnold smiled at her and pulled her close and rested his head on her golden crown. “I want you to be happy.”

Helga glanced at the sky and Arnold followed her lead.

He turned to her and smiled. “The world was grieving for you. The storm is gone, it's a sign that hope is restored. You can move on... let the pain wash away with the rain.”

She uttered a small laugh and smiled softly at him before hugged him tighter.

A shout was heard and a car pulled up into the old parking lot.

Stinky, Sid and Harold piled out of the car followed by Sheena, Eugene, Nadine and Rhonda. Curly followed by with Lila who looked at Helga hesitantly. Helga was watching them with her head resting on Arnold's shoulder. She smiled slightly at her and Lila smiled back softly.

Gerald walked up to them as Arnold helped Helga stand, keeping a firm grip on her waist afraid she'd disappear.

Everyone slowly walked towards them but the car door shut loudly making them turn.

Phoebe glanced at the ground, tears falling from her dark eyes. Looking up she was caught in Helga's light blue eyed gaze. Releasing a sob she ran towards Helga.

Helga let Arnold go and caught Phoebe, both of the hugging each other with tears stinging at their eyes.

“I am so sorry Helga. Your my best friend and I betrayed you by letting you go...” Phoebe whispered with harsh sobs racking her body.

Helga had fresh tears falling silently down her cheeks but merely hugged her tighter. “I betrayed you because I pushed you away.”

Phoebe let a loud strangled sob and Arnold hugged Helga from behind. Everyone soon gathered together, smiling and crying.

Helga let go a sigh. “Change will be good. Happiness seems inviting.”

Arnold nodded and kissed her temple.

It was odd how life seemed so unpredictable.

Helga hated reality so much because of the pain her life brought her.

But life was a book and each chapter was a new reality. For the next chapter written they would make sure she couldn't push them away again and that her reality would be full of happiness. ... because it was about time life gave her gifts to enjoy.

END

Sad but a sweet happy ending nonetheless. It was a little sketchy considering it’s my first one-shot I ever made. Did it bring you tears, did I make you smile? I certainly felt relieved when I wrote it because of my own sadness and how I wish life would begin to give me gifts to enjoy.