(Timmy's PoV)

Once again Timmy was throwing stuff around in his room. He didn't know what was wrong, he wasn't always this angry. Before when he was angry at his parents, or his babysitter Vicki there was always… something he couldn't quite place. And it had something to do with the fishbowl on his nightstand. It was the only object that hadn't been torn, ripped, or broken. He couldn't figure out why he didn't want to break it, only that something inside once stopped all his sadness and anger. He couldn't really remember ever owning fish, and his parents didn't remember buying him a fish. Maybe he was just insane, it wasn't the first time he had thought that.

He threw whatever he had in his hand at the moment, watching as another hole appeared in the wall, along side so many others. Then finally as usual the temper subsided, and depression set in. He knew something was missing, something made his heart ache, something he loved dearly.

He sat on his bed, his legs curled up to his chest as he wept, these out bursts always happened when his parents were going out for the night, leaving him with Vicki, the evil babysitter. That bitch, he thought to himself, why did she always have to make his life a living hell.

"Oh Twerp!" the familiar voice called up to his room, the voice while rather sweet sounding, due to his parents still being home, didn't fool him one bit. She was evil and vicious. He stood up, knowing it was better to answer than it was to ignore her. What's with that family, he asked himself, one sister torments me, and while the other does nothing more than throws herself at me. Both in his opinion very insane.

As he started down the stairs he heard the familiar call from both his parents saying 'Bye Timmy!' on their way out the door. That how it was, no hugs, no kisses, not even a simple I love you and be safe. He wished that they wouldn't come back, he had been wishing a lot lately, he didn't realize why, but deep down something told him wishing would fix it. But it never did, only caused him to believe he was truly going insane.

"So Twerp, "Vicki grinned maliciously at him as she held out an enormous list of chores. This had happened many times before, while she was watching him, she would have him do the chores that were supposed to be what she was being paid for. Then she smiled viciously "I know what you're doing today!"

Timmy usually a compliant boy, even after something changed, and he felt something was missing. He still listened, though today he didn't feel like being very compliant. He snatched the list from her hand and set off to his own agenda.

(Vicki's PoV)

She watched Timmy go into the kitchen, she knew that what she was doing was unfair. But then again her life wasn't fair, so why should his? She could tell something inside him was straining, he didn't want to push the boy, but she didn't have a choice. She didn't want to get close to him or anyone. Being nice only gets you hurt, she thought to herself. But she could tell something inside him was about to snap, how could she not? She spent the most time around the boy, more than his own parents did, like her own parents when she was younger.

She sat in front of the television, while sprawled on the couch, one leg over the arm while the other dangled above the ground, both hands behind her head covered in her red hair. She was about to make some comment about not hearing any work being done, when she started hearing things being moved around. Well that was easy.

As time went by she heard more and more noise. She ignored most of it until she started hearing glass smashing on the floor in the kitchen. She ran in to see if Timmy was alright, while she was mean and harsh to Timmy, she didn't really want him hurt. In fact she had never even laid a hand on the boy, only ever threatening him or scaring him into doing what she wanted.

The scene she walked into was until any she had ever seen before, how could he have created so much destruction in so short a time. But something was missing, where was Timmy? She heard more smashing, and this time yelling, and screaming. He was yelling the same thing over and over again, 'What's missing? What's gone?'

"Twerp?" she said as she looked into the living room where she heard the new sounds of destruction. The place was in utter ruin, the television had a vase thrown through it, the pictures on the walls had been smashed. She didn't hear anything that could have been the wooden coffee table being broken in half, but there it was broken in half.

She had moved from room to room, finding only ruin and destruction in the boys wake, until she found him kneeling in front of his bed, breathing heavily. His room, was in the same shape as the rest of the house, only it didn't look fresh. This is where he started, she thought, doesn't make much since to mess up his own things.

"Twerp?" he didn't answer, didn't even look her way. He always listened, he was respectful that way, or fearful either way he always listened. She walked into the room, she noticed blood dripping onto the circle rug that he kneeling on. She circled around him, noting that his fists were bleeding from at least every knuckle. "Twe-Timmy?"

Oh my God, she thought as his brown eyes locked with her pink eyes, Did I do this, she asked herself. Yeah she was a bitch, and was demanding. But she was also a teenaged girl that needed to watch kids in order to have any spending money. Not like she had free time to do anything with the money. It wasn't her fault, that while Timmy was a good enough child, others had caused her to be bitter and angry. She didn't ask to be treated like she had been as a child.

Timmy didn't say anything, he just stared at her. His blank emotionless eyes, didn't seem to be seeing her, seemed to be just looking right past her. She slowly backed out of the room, she had never feared any of the children she watched, and Timmy, Timmy was one of the ones that not matter what ne never so much as even looked at her mean.

She tried to clean what little she could in the short time for Timmy's Mother and Father to arrive home. She didn't know what to say. When they called him down stairs and asked him what happened. He shrugged, she expected him to blame it on her, that's what she would have done to him. He didn't, but they yelled and screamed and told him that he would be going to military school.

Vicki soon realized that what happened here had something to do with Timmy's emotions. And while she wanted to stop herself from uttering the words, some reason some odd reason she said something she'd never thought she'd say, something even the Turners were shocked to hear her say, "Timmy isn't a bad kid… just… something's eating at him. Tell you what, it's the start of summer, I was planning on lounging around… Maybe let Timmy stay with me, I'll get him back in order."

She mentally slapped herself. Why the hell did you suggest that? She demanded from herself. She didn't have an answer. Just that when she saw him sitting on that rug, kneeling really, she saw something in his eyes that reminded her of herself. And while she was a cold hearted bitch, she didn't want him to end up like her.

"Yeah, yeah we suppose it'll be alright," Mr. Turner said

"If he does this at your house call us and we'll ship him right off to military school." Mrs. Turner said

It didn't take long to pack up clothing that Timmy would need, items such as his computer and other things. But it took a lot longer to get him to willing come with her, not that he put up a fight. That was the issue, it seemed he had no will to even move anymore. He walked with her a while, then would stop as if he forgot what he was even doing.

They had made it back to Vicki's house, and walked around to the side, stair descended into the ground next to the house. She was sure if he had been thinking at all Timmy would have ran for cover the moment he saw her leading him down there. Thinking that she was going to lock him up for the summer. But he didn't even make any sounds of protest much less anything else.

Inside the basement had been remolded into a sort of apartment, they entered a living room, which had a small kitchen attached with a simple table and chairs. The living room had basically what you'd need a couch, a television, table, lamps little crap here and there. And magazines lined most of the tables.

She explained to Timmy, who she wasn't sure could even hear her, that there was a bathroom, she showed him, her room which he should stay out at all times. Hey she was feeling responsible, but she didn't want him in her room. Then showed him another room, it had a bed in it, made, a dresser and a desk a simple room. She explained it was for when family would visit, or a friend would stay for a while. When he didn't so much as blink she lead him to the bed, and put his suitcase and items down on the dresser.

"I'm going to go and make dinner," she said thinking of something else to say, and she knew like her Timmy didn't care too much for her sister Tootie. "Don't worry, Tootie doesn't know you're here so you won't have to deal with her, at first."

She left him there and went to the kitchen, she hadn't planned on anything big, so she wasn't going to sweat it. She'd usually microwave a TV dinner or something, but those were not the best tasting, she ate them because sometimes she didn't feel like doing anything else, and didn't want to join her family.

She looked though the freezer and gave up, she could make something tomorrow, but tonight she'll just order a pizza. That would be easy enough. Luckily the local place knew to come to the basement door and not the front door. No sound came from the guest room, she wasn't sure what she expected. Crying, screaming, she did expect something to be broken.

The pizza arrived and she paid the nervous looking delivery boy, sometimes it paid to be mean. No one ever expected large tips from her, nor complained about it. She got out plates and put them on the table, and called for Timmy. "Twerp, get out here the pizza is here."

No answer, maybe if she didn't call him 'Twerp' with him staying here and she was really trying to help him, maybe she should be nicer to him. She should at least try. She walked over to the room, and knocked on the door, and then walked in. Timmy sat exactly where she left him, hadn't even moved so much as a inch.

"Twer-Timmy?" Did he move? She couldn't tell, she moved closer, until she stood before him. Those hallow eyes stared at her. She moved left and right his eyes followed. At least that seemed to be good. Even though her cold nature she couldn't help but feel something for the boy in front of her. She didn't want to, she wanted to ignore him. But something inside her screamed to help, even while something inside her screamed to ignore him. "Timmy are you alright?"

His eyes focused on her a little more, a flicker of life just for a second. Now that she thought about it, she had been over his house almost every moment he had been home and not in school for almost a year. She never bothered to ask him how he was. When was the last time anyone even cared enough to ask what was bothering him.

"Come on, you look hungry." After saying it, she noticed Timmy did look thinner than usual. He had always had a thin frame, but now he seemed boney. When was the last time she saw him eat anything? There was that flicker again, there and gone. She went to grab his hand and pull him into the kitchen, as her hand touched his skin, he jumped and backed away. There was something in his eyes now. Fear.

She held up her hands as a sign she didn't mean him any harm, he stared blankly at her. Then he was gone again. She reached out slowly, and pulled him off the bed. No violent reaction, no fear, he was submissively lead into the kitchen and to the table. Something inside her sobbed, not physically, but mentally as she watched him struggled to even eat. It was like he kept getting confused during the process. Where were these emotions coming from? She hadn't felt like this in a very long time. But she held her physical mask of meanness.

"Twerp, eat your pizza!" she snapped without realizing it. She was trying to remain mean. She wasn't looking at him, she was eating her pizza. She heard something hit the table, she looked up, his pizza was now lying on the plate. She thought he looked lifeless before, he was so much more withdrawn. She cursed herself for snapping at him, she wasn't used to being nice. Making it hard for her to be nice. "Sorry Timmy. I didn't mean to yell at you like that. Please eat."

As she watched him struggle to start eating again, her body rocked back in the chair as she realized why she wanted to help. She had been like this once, when Tootie had been born and she had been forgotten. She could have handled not being the center of attention, but she was three when Tootie was born, and was ignored afterwards. She didn't have a babysitter, which treated her like crap. Maybe that's why she didn't end up like Timmy was. She just turned the anger inward, bottling it up. As the emotions built up, she couldn't always contain them fully and they spilled over in violence or harsh words.

She had vowed to never let anyone get close to her, so they couldn't hurt her. She didn't know what had changed, but she remembered. Timmy was always happy, and concerned with friends. Hell he ever helped her several times, and he hated her. But then on his twelfth birthday, over a year ago he changed. At first he spent most of his time staring at an empty fishbowl in his room. He complied when she told him to do this or that. But he had stopped hanging around with his friends, he didn't care about them anymore. He even stopped trying to get that, stuck up snob-bitch Trixie to notice him. Her blonde friend Veronica had a crush on Timmy, even she could admit that girl was hot, but insane. No doubt Timmy was smart in avoiding her.

(Timmy PoV) (Short)

Timmy could barely hear words swimming around in his head. He was just breaking something in his house, and ended up in his room. Then more voices, yelling angry voices. He didn't care, those voices didn't care about him. No one did anymore… anymore? Did anyone even care before…? Stupid fishbowl.

Then someone was putting clothing in a suitcase and other things. He was so tired, but he was lead out of his room and down the street. Where was he going? Maybe he went too far, maybe he was being sent away. Who cared, maybe someone would pay attention to him where he went.

He was lead down into a door under ground, he didn't quite take in the sights only it was a comfortable place. A voice again, someone telling him something he didn't quite understand his mind wouldn't wrap around it. He wanted to listen so badly, but he couldn't.

Then he sat on a bed somewhere. For an hour, until someone came in. "Twer-Timmy?" his body flinched at the sound. He stared at the person when they came in front of him but his mind wouldn't tell him who it was. Then that voice again.

"Timmy are you alright?" his mind focused on that voice as his eyes focused on the person, it was Vicki… maybe he was insane, Vicki wouldn't care if he was alright, she blurred again. And once again became blissfully unaware of everything.

"Come on, you look hungry." The voice said, and he could focus on her once again. Yes he thought while he could, he was insane. Vicki was being nice? Boy he was messed up. Then she saw her reach out, her fingers brushed his arm, and for the first time since he found himself on the floor in his room. He moved, because he willed it. Vicki was going to hurt… his mind clouded, and was lead to a table where he was supposed to eat. He picked up the food in front of him. Eating some, but his mind wandered more and more as time went on.

He couldn't focus on eating… he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten honestly. He didn't care really, he'd rather be dead than feel like he felt. Maybe that's what was happening. He died… that's why Vicki was being nice, his mind was trying to ease him into death.

"Twerp eat your pizza!" that voice snapped at him, he dropped his pizza. So his mind was turning on him now? Now that he figured out that he was dead, and it was all fake, his mind was having Vicki act real. "Sorry Timmy. I didn't mean to yell at you like that. Please eat."

What sick game was this? His mind was running hot and cold… maybe his brain would stop functioning soon, and it was losing its grip. He continued trying to eat the food, and let his mind go.

(Vicki's PoV)

She cleaned up and stored the rest of the pizza in the fridge. Timmy had barely eaten a slice. She wanted to stuff it down his throat, she feared he'd become sick if he didn't eat. Where are these caring thoughts coming from, echoed in her mind. It would be time for Timmy to bathe soon. Could he handle that on his own, well she wasn't going to help him.

Well if he couldn't bathe on his own, maybe she could at least wash his hands and face. Maybe tomorrow he'd be well enough to shower on his own. No awkward moments for her, or him.

"Come on Timmy, time to wash up." She huffed to herself, and pulled Timmy into the bathroom. She couldn't believe she was about to do something so kind, her stomach felt queasy. Once in here she turned on the sink letting the water warm up, she stripped off his shirt which was stuck to his body. When was the last time he showered? She used a rag on the sink, lathered it and gently washed his face. Then she washed his arms and hands, his eyes not as blank as before though he still seemed lifeless to Vicki.

Having lead Timmy to his bed, helping him into it, and turning out the light. Vicki sat on the couch and flicked through the channels, seeing what was on. It wasn't late and she didn't think Timmy would normally go to sleep this early… but she couldn't think of what else to do with him since all he did was sit there. So here she was, still a while before she went to bed, looking for something to stop her mind from arguing with itself. She knew why she was being nice to Timmy, didn't mean part of her mind liked the idea. That part of her mind did make a very valid point, something she determined when she was a little over ten; if you let someone get close to you, they'll end up hurting you. And she wasn't about to be hurt, not again.

Admit it, you're lonely, she thought to herself. Because you've most of your life pushing people away, no one wants to be around you. Timmy is the only kid you babysit the most, so your closer to him than anyone else, that's why you jumped at the idea to help him. It was a choice that still confused her. She really did feel bad about how she treated Timmy, the other kids… well some of them deserved to be tormented for making Timmy's life hell. But Timmy was always the one that was helpful not matter what anyone did to him. Yeah he'd be upset about it, but he'd do what was right.

Vicki pulled her knees up to her chest, she always hated feeling vulnerable. It had been a long time since she felt like this, almost two years in fact. A tear slipped down her cheek. No, this was not happening, she wiped it away in frustration. No, I don't want to feel like this anymore.

Something moved out of the corner of her eye. Tootie… had to be her again, always coming in her area trying to find something to take. Like Tootie hadn't taken enough from her as it was, well not this time.

She stood up, her fists balled she walked around the corner to where she saw Tootie go down, probably on her way back upstairs. Though when she turned the corner it wasn't Tootie standing there, nor her parents. It was Timmy, standing there staring at her, though his eyes still looked distant, there was something there though.

"Twer-… Timmy, what are you doing up?" he just stood there, and she did too, for a second waiting hoping that he'd do something, say something. She shrugged, and decided to stuff her emotions back into their box, where they belonged in her opinion anyway, and lead Timmy into the living room sitting him on the couch, where she sat down on the other side. And continued to flip through the channels.

At least that shows there some life in him still, he's not too far gone. Why was she worried? It isn't like… because you'd be upset if something happened to him. He's the only one you are really close to. She shook her head, not in front of Timmy. You can't think about those things right now, she thought as she fought the tears welling up in her eyes.

(Timmy's PoV)

"Come on Timmy, time to wash up." There's that voice again, who was it again? Doesn't matter, seems my mind is still holding on, Timmy though as his mind came slightly into focus again even if he couldn't focus on what his eyes was seeing. Noises that he couldn't identify. And he wondered what was next.

He was lead into a bathroom, one that he'd never seen before, at least he didn't remember it… Hey how could my mind imagine a bathroom I'd never been in before? Must be some kind of a trick. His shirt was gone, he couldn't make his mind wrap around anything. Must be because he was dead, not being able to force his mind do anything. He felt something move over his chest, then his arms and hands. Then he felt it on his face, the entire time he tried focusing on the figure cleaning him. Who would even care enough to bother with helping him? No one, so obviously this is my mind messing with me before it shuts down.

Somehow he evened up in a bed, it was much bigger than his, so he knew it wasn't. He brought his hand up and wiped his cheek, it was wet. Why was it wet? A tear, maybe, but dead people don't cry do they? Wait… they can't move either… maybe my brain was stronger than I thought. With effort he managed to move his body. Then he was able to stand, he couldn't focus too much but he could focus on the door, and he went out it. Down a hallway he could vaguely recall.

He slowly, very slowly turned a corner, and stared at a person sitting on the couch with their legs pulled up to the person's chest. It took a while, the red hair had been let down flowing over her shoulders, the usual green shirt was not present, but replaced with a very light green tank top. The black skinny jeans replaced with a part of pajama bottoms. This person was someone he knew, it was a girl, but he couldn't place her… He took a step forward as he saw a tear fall down her cheek… the name surged through him, rocking his body, and mind… Vicki

No, no, he thought I've lost it, my mind is screwed. This isn't real, it can't be real. Vicki isn't human enough to cry. His mind slowly started to fade,the shock having been too much for his already fragile mind and he backed up, then he froze as he started fading faster. He heard someone coming.

"Twer-… Timmy, what are you doing up?" he just stood there, he barely held onto the thought that this was Vicki, his evil babysitter… sounding concerned, yeah he was totally screwed up. He expected her to yell at him, she looked concerned, but when she had first come around the corner she seemed to be very angry. But she just led him to the couch, sat down and mindlessly flipped through the channels.

He focused more on her, everything around him seemed to come more into focus and realized he didn't know where he was. But here he was, with his enemy sitting somewhere without her yelling at him, or telling him what to do. She seemed to be deep in thought, he couldn't remember much, and his mind wouldn't focus on enough. Long spans of time from his childhood, was gone, but he knew just one thing, he'd never seen Vicki deep in thought. Then he watched tears run down the girls face… What?

Now he knew something was up, this was not right. He wasn't at home, instead he was in someplace with Vicki, but it wasn't the Vicki that he knew. He decided if this was a delusion of his mind, he'd make the most of it. Even if it was a delusion, a trick his dying mind was playing… if he was going to go he might as well make the most of it, right?. It might be better than just waiting for the darkness to swallow him forever.

Her legs had been pulled up to her chest, she wasn't paying attention to him, just staring ahead of her, tears coming down her cheeks as she thought about something… could his delusions think?

He forced his body to move closer to her, she still hadn't noticed him. The effort to think, to just move was more than his fragile mind could handle. With each time he forced himself to act, or think his mind grew more clouded.

He reached out, felt her jump as his fingers touched her arm but she didn't jerk away as he had done. He now could only see her face, her red hair, those pink eyes staring at him. He saw fear, sadness, loneliness, but deep in there deep inside he saw… something?

Was it hope? He couldn't tell what it was, his vision was clouding again and he knew the darkness would claim him soon. Deep down he felt the same way, he didn't want to be alone. If his mind was going to shut down, he wanted someone to be with, even if it was Vicki.

He reached out with the last bit of will he owned, he controlled with both arms. He moved his legs and crawled. He could only see her pink eyes, but he felt his arms wrap around something. Felt his head lean against something warm, he smiled and the world faded to black.

(Vicki's PoV)

Tears had started flowing down her cheeks, she couldn't stop thinking about what she did to herself. How she cut herself off from everyone, how she would always be alone. She wanted something so badly, but it had been so long since she even remembered what it was. All she could recall was that it made her feel warm.

She felt something touch her arm, she flinched and turned her head, looking at Timmy. What was he doing? No… I don't want him to get close to me… I can't let him. She though about how sad she's been most of her life, ignored and pushed away. How she pushed everyone away before they could hurt her. She thought about how she was lonely and how just if one person would try… they have tried… I wouldn't let them. Maybe Timmy… just maybe he would… she hoped.

This was more than she'd seen him move than she had witnessed since they arrived here. She knew he came down the hall but she hadn't seen it. But she was shocked at this movement. Even though she didn't hate him, she pretended well enough, had to… and because of how she acted, he hated her. But she could see something, something in his eyes. It was slowly fading,

He moved painstakingly slow, as if he was fighting to move. He put his arms around her torso, and she saw when his eyes lost focus, and his head lay on her shoulder. What's going on here, she wanted to push him off. Wanted to yell at him, ask him what he was doing. At the same time, she wanted to cry harder. The person she assumed hated her more than anyone, even in a state where he was so messed up and lost. He was trying to comfort her, she thought, at least she thought he was, she wasn't really sure what he was thinking.

It didn't matter, she fought against muscles that refused to move, fought thoughts that screamed for her to stop. Something deeper than her hate, and anger for everyone surged though her as her muscles released allowing her to wrap her arms around the younger boy. She had a deep warm feeling rushing through her body. She wondered if he even knew what he was doing, if he knew who she really was. She pulled back looking at him, his eyes were closed, breathing rhythmically

"Maybe he's feeling just as lonely as I am." She said aloud to herself, she gently moved Timmy, getting up. She wanted to just sit there, and feel him holding her. She couldn't remember the last hug she'd received. She wanted to enjoy it, but old habits and thoughts were not so easily forgotten. Her mind kept telling her it was some trick of some kind, that he just wanted to hurt her.

"Why would he do that…? Because I treated him like garbage for so many years," she sighed to herself as she got a blanket to put over Timmy. She still muttered to herself, "I just don't think Timmy would do that." Besides, she thought, no one knows how I really feel… well the ones that do wouldn't really care.

She looked at the young boy she spent the better part of eight years tormenting, now laying on her couch. In a place no one had come into, aside from unwanted family. Sleeping peacefully, as if he was comfortable here. She couldn't explain it, the boy was not in his right state of mind, but she could see where he was trying. Honestly he was attempting more emotion, than she'd seen since he turned twelve. To make matters worse, it was her fault. If she hadn't suggested he come here, he would have… ended up in military school, which would have only broken him down more.

He's not your problem Vicki, she told herself. He shouldn't even be here. What am I going to do drop him off at his house in the middle of the night, while his parents are still angry over the destruction? Which they wouldn't be so mad, if I hadn't destroyed so much and blamed it on him many times, she snapped back. She felt rather foolish standing in the middle of her hallway, arguing with herself. She shook the thoughts out of her head and carried the blanket into the now dark living room.

She put the blanket over Timmy, and started to head to her room. She didn't even get one step before something lightly grabbed her wrist. Her eyes widened, did he need something? She turned her head, and looked down at Timmy. His eyes were wide, she didn't know if it was due to fear, shock, or the dark. But there was a fierce spark in those eyes. She waited for some indication for what he wanted.

(Timmy's PoV)

His mind drifted in and out of consciousness he couldn't focus on anything around him. But he could think again. He replayed many of the past events that he'd imagined. Now he was trying to figure out what was next. But all he could see was dark shapes. Maybe this was it, maybe it was the end. He had been wishing for this for a while now, wishing everything would just stop. Wishing his parents would pay attention, and wished he knew what he was missing, knew what was gone in his life.

Now that he was faced with the end, he was no longer willing acceptant of it. He didn't want to go now, yes Vicki had been nothing more than a trick of his mind, but he started to feel happy. At least he thought he felt happy, and maybe he could find that if he lived. What could he do now though?

Something moved in front of him, then something soft covered his body. He became frightened, he wasn't sure what was coming next but he was scared. He heard her move, he could tell who it was, without being able to clearly see her in the dark. Who else could it be anyways? She's the only delusion running around in his head. His arm reached out, without having to force it. Without having to think hard, and his fingers wrapped around her wrist. The figure turned slowly, and he was relieved to see those pink eyes, that he had once feared looking at him. He should do something, but his mind was still partly clouded.

"Don't." his voice came out soft, and quiet. He jumped at the sound of his own voice… dead people couldn't talk… at least outside of movies anyways. She was now leaning down next to him. Was he loud enough for her to hear?

"Don't what Timmy?" It was the first time since he started this fantasy in his mind that she hadn't started calling him 'Twerp'. Wait she asked him something… what didn't he want?

"Go… please." He managed to say, each word cleared his mind some, but he was far from out of the woods yet. I'm alive, he thought. Oh his mind wondered about Vicki being nice, but he really didn't care. If he was alive, and if this was Vicki, really alive Vicki she had what he was looking for, what he needed. She looked hurt, and nodded, and more tears ran down her cheeks. Did I say something wrong? He thought about what he said, instead of sounding like he didn't want her to go. It sounded like he was asking her to. She started to move but he refused to release her wrist. One more time Timmy he thought to himself. "Don't go, please."

She looked hopeful, such a strange look on the usually mean faced girl. He'd never noticed before that she was pretty. Scowling, and glaring must hide it. But with her hair down, and with her calm, she looked nice. "Y-You want me to stay here? And not go?" Her voice made his heart ache. Maybe he was alive if he could hurt. Even if he wasn't, he was going to make the best of this. His face was wet, tears were running down his cheeks.
"Don't… leave… me… alone…" he felt exhausted just stringing those words together. He sat up, much easier than moving before, he pulled her wrist. He couldn't pull her to sit, but the action caused her to get the hint. She sat where she had before, this time he didn't feel drained, he didn't feel like every move he made was pulling him deeper. This time he moved easier and wrapped his arms around her waist, and buried his face in her side.

(Vicki PoV)

"Don't." his voice came out soft, and quiet she watched him flinch at the sound of his own voice. She could barely hear him, so she kneeled down beside the couch leaning closer. She waited a moment for him to continue.

"Don't what Timmy?" She was ecstatic, he said something. Bringing him here was the right thing to do. Until it bites you in the ass, he mind grumped. She tried to ignore it, but it might be right. No he grabbed me, he wants me here. And not because he's playing some kind of sick joke on me.

"Go… please." The words crushed her heart as they reverberated through her body and mind. See, what did I tell you, her mind mocked, he doesn't want you for anything. No one does, after how you've treated everyone, you're lucky they even look your way. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the words echoed in her heart. She tried to move, but his hand wouldn't let go. "Don't go, please."

Really? She thought to herself, he wants me to stay… her mind tried to tell her it was some kind of trick but she ignored it. She was done listening to the negative side. She looked down at him. "Y-You w-want me to stay h-here? And not go?" her voice so hopeful even shocked her. He was crying, he was just as lonely as she was. He had started pushing people away like his friends, only he couldn't take it anymore, and now she didn't want to take it anymore.

"Don't… leave… me… alone…" he looked so tired as he sat up, she felt a light tug on her wrist, she didn't know what she wanted. But it seemed somewhere inside it was instinct as she sat down. These feelings, this situation was so foreign to her. He cling to her waist, causing her to freeze up for a moment. Maybe he moved faster than he thought he did but here he was, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his face buried into her side. She put her arms around him, no tricks, and no games. This felt nice, this was right. It felt right to be hugged, and again Timmy showed her that even someone who disliked her so much, or so she thought, cared.

"I won't, I promise I won't leave ever." Those words were the hardest Vicki had ever said, because they held more feeling in them than she ever expressed. She didn't ever want to leave the boy who now clung to her. A shuttering sigh against her side, told her that he was relieved.

She lay down, pulling the boy up chest level with her. With his back against her stomach, she wrapped her arms around the smaller form, and listened to him breathe. Once his breaths became soft and rhythmic, and she knew he was sleeping. She let out a sob of happiness, before closing her eyes, and let the warm feelings guide her to sleep.