OK, so this is my first Fanfic…so if I do something wrong, please be nice about it. I' am not an A+ student in English, but I' am not an F student either…so enjoy -

Disclaimer: Invader Zim belongs to Nickelodeon and Viacom; I am not claiming that I own it (I wish!) neither am I claiming to own the future songs. The only character I own is Ember

WARNING! : This fanfic could get pretty violent! Possible Blood and gore also some strong language….since I' am a pretty messed up person.

Chapter 1: The life of a sad girl. (In Ember's POV)

Friendless, lonely, and abused; yeah, something you wouldn't want to hear from a 10 year-old girl. Well...It's true, I know depressing right? Well lets explain the friendless part first, I' am not well liked at the skool I go to. People find me to be a freakish loser, which I probably am, but that still gives them no right, like the skool even cares.I've reported harassment issues and incidents to the office countless times, but all I get is a "Thank you for telling us, it will be taken care of."

Yet all that happens is a warning, then I get beat up by the cliques for being a "snitch". Usually it's one person, Torque Smacky, who apparently is their "bodyguard" with the girls shouting encouragements to Torque. Now I' am to afraid to do anything but keep to myself and stay as quiet as humanly possible.

Well I guess I just explained the lonely part too, I 'am so afraid and quiet that I can't talk to anyone. Oh yes, now for the abused part, you see, I live with my now single father, a not very nice person if you can't tell 's almost never home,well not during the day since he sneaks out in the early morning, my guess to either go to work early (doubt it) since I don't even know where he works, or possibly go to the bar across town to get drunk comes home at around 9:30 P.M, expecting me to have dinner ready on the table, and in my room, of course he's usually drunk, and still wanting to fight with someone, which is usually me.

He asks me very particular questions, and demands an answer. I remember, one night he asked me "Why do you think I' am so damn depressed?" I also remember not thinking before answering "I don't know…bad day at work?" Then he said…well yelled, "NO! It's because of you! If I wasn't forced to support you, I wouldn't be so god damn stressed all the time!" With that he pushed me…hard, sending me backyards, I tripped and hit my head on the bottom step of the old staircase.

I needed four stitches in the back of my head, and you know he wasn't so happy about paying for the neighbors are very suspicious of him, they keep an eye on the both of us, which I appreciate…but they go so far as to spy on us.

I don't think they care about my welfare, but the welfare of their children, since a rumor has spread that he'll do whatever it takes to release his 's true, but he won't dare touch another person's child…in his eyes, they didn't "cause him pain" like I did.

I still don't know what he's talking about, my guess is that it's something to do with my mother. Who at first, I thought died giving birth to me, but soon realized that it was impossible, since there were pictures of the three of us, when I was about 6 months old, in my father's room.

She is, or was beautiful, long light blond, slightly curly hair, icy blue colored eyes, and such a gentle face, in every picture (about 3) she's smiling down at me, or up at my father.

Well I guess I should describe what I look like, I 'am the typical looking 10-year-old, meaning short. I have shoulder length, dark brown hair, slightly one thing that truly stands out are my eyes, my left eye is a regular dark brown color, my right, a beautiful icy blue. When my father is taking his anger out on me, he never hits the right side of my face, the one with the blue eye for some reason.

Maybe because it reminds him too much of my mother. Not that he would tell me.I' am also not what you'd call a girly girl.

I wear a black, long sleeved shirt with a white dragon icon on it. Normal blue jeans, they're a little baggy and are split on the ends from getting them caught in a chain-linked fence from running away from Torque. I also have a black hoodie, that I wear even if its 90 degrees outside, but that's just who I am.

I don't wear make-up, I don't wear skirts, and I don't carry a purse, or have a cell phone. Not that I care what other people have, that stuff is just way too flashy. Another reason why I 'am a freak, I 'am also a book lover.

At recess, instead of risking injury with kickball or playing on that metal death trap they call a "jungle gym", I sit in the shade with a book. Usually a ghost or romance book since I love those kinds of genres, especially romance. Most kids my age think that stuff is "scary" or "gross". Not that I care what they think...I just like it. I also read at a high skool level.

I'm also pretty skinny, not malnourished, I guess because I don't eat, or even like junk or fast food. I don't diet, and I don't exercise more than I normally would, I just don't really care what weight I'm at. Mostly because I'm not out to "impress" the boys. If a boy likes me, he should like me for who I am, not for what I look like. I know...pretty impossible right? Plus I don't intend to work harder for something that a 10 year old shouldn't even be worrying about. I'll stick to worrying about learning how to take my father's blows, and dodging the cliques and Torque, and save trying to look like a prostitute for high skool.

Right now I'am looking up at those beautiful stars, and wishing to have at least one friend. Not someone that will judge me by my looks or what I like, or take advantage of me for my more than average book smarts. Just someone who will be there for me, like I would be there for them, or make me forget about my sad life and make me think of a brighter and happier future.

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Hopefully you liked the first chapter...I'll try to update soon.