DIB
I was surrounded by what they called "Bording Skool." More like penetentary, I thought. It was basically a crazy house with a friendlier title. It even had it's own needle-wielding doctors! I've been here for only maybe a week, and they already had me taking four pills a day! "To combat my delusions caused by losing my mother" they said. I could barely remember my mother! I was only three when she died in childbirth with Gaz!
Gaz... Even with my sister being fourteen, she shouldn't be left alone at our house for how ever long they will keep me shoved in this place. Someone should be there with her. She'd always had me to do everything for her. I wasn't even sure if she knew where I kept money for food. After mom died, Dad left me to be in charge of a newborn baby while he was gone for months at a time, leaving food for money and nessesities on the table, assured that his three-year-old son and week-old daughter would be fine. So I got stuck playing mommy. Needless to say, I had to take crash parenting classes fast. By age four, I knew how to take care of a baby, clean a house, and knew the whole town layout.
I heard a knock at the door, and looked up out of my reverie. Maybe the white coats had noticed the stash of pills under my mattress from where I shoved them when they weren't looking. Sure enough it was my "guidance counseller" A.K.A. psych doctor. They should really drop the pretenses. All it did was make this place seem better than what it actually was. Behind Dr. Donn, I thought I saw a flash of... pink? Or maybe faded red. I thought about that for only a second before Dr. Donn pulled me out of my reverie.
"Are you seeing something, Dib?" He asked, obviously wondering if I was delusional. I gave him the answer he wanted. Right now, I could very much see no reasons at all to prevent Zim from taking over the world except for the fact that I didn't want Gaz to die. She was basically the only family I had, given my father was never around.
"No, Dr. Donn, I was thinking that maybe I should make my bed." I said, looking over at my sleep-ruffled bed in the corner, then back to my middle aged doctor. His hair was a uniform gray, his eyes a dull brown. Everything about the man was boring, from his slow voice, to his plain white clothes. Even his shoes looked circa 1960.
"Well, that is good, Dib. Are you still dreaming you see aliens?" I bit back my retort, that aliens did exist. I had seen Zim for myself! But if I had any hope of getting out of here and returning to my normal life of trying to expose Zim, taking care of an unappreciative and violent Gaz, and watching over the house, I had better cooperate.
"No. Aliens don't exist. They never did. I was looking for a way to draw attention to myself." I said, my voice robotic.
I hated this doctor. Very much. I wonder if Gaz has even noticed I'm gone. Probably not. She never did care where I went or for how long I was gone. Zim probably noticed the silence and new-found peace of his life, but probably thought I had run scared. Who knew aliens had such over-inflated egos? The only thing that had probably suffered was the house. Gaz had never been one to clean anything that wasn't her room, and she only cleaned that to keep me out of it.
"I am happy to see that you have now realized that aliens do not exist. You are on your way to getting better. Have you been taking all of your pills? They seem to be helping you."
"Yes, I've been taking them. I feel calmer now." I said. Then I saw it again, a flash of that same shade of pink outside the door, and a glint of metal. Was I really becoming delusional? I wouldn't be suprised if this mental house was really driving me mad. No company. Just a white room and white clothes and doctors. I could swear I was starting to go insane being locked in a room all by myself for nine days straight. I didn't even have a tv or any books. They had even confiscated my cell phone! I didn't notice it until I heard the familier funeral durge that signaled that Gaz was trying to call me and I saw it locked in a metal locker in the security office. Gaz was probably wondering where I stuck the food money so she could go get pizza.
After asking a few more questions, Dr. Donn left.
There it is again! What is that pink thing I keep seeing? I watched as a metal spider leg-like object curled around the door, pulling it open with a creak. I thought I saw a familiar purple, but the light reflected from the door flashed over it too quickly for me to tell before it was gone again.