A/N: I've had this idea for 8 months. I can't stop thinking about it. So now, I'm finally writing it.
It will be a little angsty, dark and such, so no much comedy in this one.
Gaz is a bit OOC, but I'm trying to dig up her real feelings in this fanfiction, her platonic love for Dib. So it sort of has DaGf :)
I hope you enjoy!
She could only tremble and feel the darkness of the world as she lay there on her bed. Both literally and not; it as night, but the hollow pit in her stomach blackened the world around her.
The dried tears that had run down. The big sweater she was wearing as the only safety blanket she had left.
She bit her lip, not wanting to remember. She could have done something. She should have done something! But...but she didn't.
This was the first time in her life she ever experienced this emotion. Guilt. It sometimes washed over her like a hardcore sprinkler, but mostly like a flood. It was unstoppable, just like an avalanche.
She aimlessly trailed her eyes at the security devices around, in any case Dib would've had come in to disturb her. Right now she wanted nothing more but to tear all the damn trash down like a caveman. It was making her ballistic.
Yet the weakness of her body refused to cooperate, as the brain, so nothing happened. The only thing she could manage was sniffling.
It was all her fault. It didn't matter if dad told her otherwise, because she knew he would only say it to calm her. Instead it seemed to strengthen her guilt.
The insomnia haunted her like a ghost. How could she even think of sleeping when nothing was alright? When she even remembered the look on his face when he was taken away...she couldn't stand it. It would make her breathe shakily and shed a few more tears; whatever was left of it.
The blanket was clutched tighter. Abnormally enough, she wasn't laying by her pillow, rather in the center of her bed and was curling up into a hedgehog under the multiple layers of blankets. The window was open; it made her cold. Open for no reason whatsoever. If a huge two-headed monster bat came from the under realm to take her away, be that way.
She noted the GameSlave by the nightstand. She wanted nothing more but to crush it to pieces and throw it away, just so it could be out of her sight. It didn't help to hide it, since the knowledge of it's existence would be there.
Yet her body was struck to the matress, so she didn't bother doing anything about it.
The itching on every pore of her being, but still couldn't do anything, it was driving her crazy. And all because of that...
"I'm sorry, son, but this is for your best." The normally joyful voice from the professor stated, as though there was nothing truer than his words. Gaz was grossly against the fact; but didn't say anything so not to upset anyone further.
"But...but...he's an alien! You have to believe me! I'm not crazy!" Dib shouted out in a desperate tone, frantically trying to rip himself away from the nurses who was trying to put on a straitjacket on him. As he violently tried to shake them away and kicked with all his might, a nurse ran up with a large-sized syringe. She inserted it on the spot right in the middle of his arm.
"I'm telling you, I swear, I'm not...!" Then his eyes went shut and his body fell limp like a dead flower. The word "crazy" or "mad" never had time to be mouthed out.
"Son, I'm sorry I have to do this...but I'm worried about your health. This obsession is unnatural." Membrane spoke, as he locked his hands together and stood there as if he awaited a reply. If he did, too bad, because they had already brought Dib into the van that drove patients to the mental hospital.
Gaz wanted to say something about this. She did love her brother, even though she could go nuts over his paranormal rambling. This was such an unusual issue, that she didn't even bring her GameSlave for this. So uncharacteristic of her, yet still not if they really knew about her soft spot inside.
Without thinking, she gently tugged at her father's lab coat, the same blank expression plastered on her face, but the inner Gaz was crying and screaming. The inner Gaz wouldn't allow this. The inner Gaz wanted to see her brother and hug him. But as usual, the outside Gaz always won, so she had the upper hand and had only called out one word to her brother during the whole scenario: "Whiner".
The professor turned and looked down at his daughter with his goggles.
"Yes, honey?" He asked, as if she was interrupting something. Then her eyebrows knotted together in hesitation. Should she really ruin her image by showing her concern for Dib? As her thoughts stapled up fast through her head, and quickly came to a conclusion, she stood there staring a few seconds before shaking her head doubtfully.
"No", she said with a deep, dark voice, "It's nothing." She knew she had done the right thing, but it still didn't change the fact that guilt devoured her after that line, and made her shudder of immorality. The force had gone to her. Now she couldn't take it back. She was so mentally weak, that she couldn't even stand up for her own brother when she deep down loved him really much.
She quickly turned around, so her dad wouldn't see the tears that could be running down her face any minute now.
Eventually, she did fall asleep, but not without the nightmares haunting her and the pleading face of Dib, and this illusion over and over telling her to help him. She reached out to the image beyond belief, but grabbed only air.
These nightmares made her wake up in cold sweat.
The same thing repeating in her head overnight, as she worriedly shifted and turned in her bed to find a softer spot to sleep on. Nothing worked, no matter what she did. She even got a glass of water and it didn't help. She even went as far as to take one of Dib's blank-faced smiley shirts and sleep with them to still feel the smell of him, and it didn't help more or less.
The nightmares didn't even leave her as she walked off to school. They followed her around like a stalker. They taunted her and pointed their tongue at her; even flipping the bird.
The worst feeling was that she knew she couldn't do anything about it.
A/N: Please tell me what you think! Should I continue? Should I not? Please review! :)