:\ I wrote this in class and it looked a lot longer on paper.
He's in there. I know he is, but I don't know what he's going to be like when I go in there to get him… Well that's not completely true, I know he's intoxicated, but how much? Is he even awake or is he unconscious? If he is unconscious was it because of the drugs or the alcohol this time? And the biggest question is, have I really decided I'm going in there to get him or am I still debating?
I stand on the sidewalk and stare at the door of this house. My hands are in the pockets of my red leather jacket and my head is already pounding from the loud music. I take a deep breath. I could turn back, I could leave right now. But I won't, I won't be like him and give up. I walk up the sidewalk and push open the door. It seems rude to just walk in but it also seems silly to knock.
I am not prepared for what I see.
There are bodies everywhere. People are dancing and shouting, people are passed out on the floor, there are people who are dancing and fall to the floor. My antennae wiggle under my wig with all the information being thrust on them. The music is louder inside and the whole place reeks of sweat and beer. I actually think the carpet is wet because so much of it has been spilled. I grimace and start pushing my way through the crowd. Several drinks got spilled on me and before I even got through the living room to the basement (where I knew Dib would be because that's typically where the junkies are) some little whore tried to take my pants off. I slapped her and stalked off quickly. These people were the reason this planet needed to be taken over. I step on to the stairs and I catch a glimpse of a bobbing scythe lock. I leap down the stairs two at a time and see him swaying like he's going to fall over. I reach out and grab a handful of the back of his trench coat. I yank it hard and he stumbles again. He turns around wobbly and I see that his eyes are blood shot. His face is pale and sunken. I frown at the needle in his hand. It's empty.
I shake my head and pull the needle out of his grasp. Mumbling words of comfort I take his wrist and drag him out of the house. He didn't protest but that's probably because he was too wasted to care. He falls twice on the way back and both times I patiently help him up. Less than a block from away from the base he fell to his knees and vomited. The scent was overwhelming and it nauseated me but I knelt down beside him and petted his scythe gently.
"It hurts…" He moaned. His glasses were about to slip off his face and into the puddle but I caught them just in time.
"I know it hurts." I whisper back. "But it really is your own fault." That's a lie. It's my fault. If I never came here he wouldn't be like this. I don't take all the blame, it was a choice for him but I influenced it. A lot.
He moaned again and I helped him to his feet again and led him down the street. I was holding his hand to lead him, but there wasn't a single thing about it that was romantic. His hand was clammy and kept slipping against my slick glove.
Soon my base came into sight and I dragged him faster. Inside I shut the door quickly and laid Dib out on the couch. I had computer bring me a bucket and a wet cloth when I saw his face turn a pale shade of green very close to my color. The bucket came just in time for him to let more of his gross stomach juices out. It made a sickening splat when it landed in the bucket and I had to restrain myself from not puking too. I shuddered and he lay back on the couch. With a sarcastic smile I began wiping his face with the cool cloth. After a few minutes he was asleep and snoring. I brushed his hair out of his eyes and looked at him. He had purple bruise like shadows under his eyes and his hair was dirty. Where did the world's savior go? When had he just given up? When had he lost his determination? I shook my head and stood up. I tossed my disguise on the floor and wished he would take his mask off too. The mask of addiction and lies.
"You are pathetic Dib. Truly you are if you can reduce yourself to this." I turned away from him and went down to the depths of my lab, alone, wondering if I had made the right choice.
Sooooooo?