Xmas Alone.

By

Necrofuckup

Summary: Dib at Xmas time. Gaz hates him and their Father has forgotten.

Dib couldn't sleep. Since three in the morning he'd been lying awake looking up, out the window, at his computer and anywhere else. He kept thinking. Thinking about how much this holiday was a farce. Something made up to make you buy things, most of that were useless. He kept thinking about the spirit of Xmas. What did it mean? Does anybody care? Nowadays, if you asked somebody they'd look at you like you were some stupid sap.

Last year he'd received more than enough gifts from his father, but it was all stuff he didn't need or want. He'd acknowledged the fact that they were sent because it was Xmas, and though his father hated the whole affair due to the whole Santa incident, what Dib really wanted was him. His father to be there, like other families. He wanted for Gaz to not hate and hurt him like every day. At Xmas, it just seemed to make her more pissed off. She'd receive the newest games and consoles that she'd wrote on a list to her father and faxed it to him. Then she'd spend the whole day, week and any other available time completing them, not even coming down for food. Dib imagined, like every year, a family sitting in front of a fire, together, with a father and a mother, in front of the TV watching something….. together. He would just get a monitor of his father. Saying "Merry Xmas!"

Dib knew he was better off than other children, some didn't have parents at all, they lived on streets or didn't have any kind of Xmas at all, but it didn't stop how unhappy it made him to know that his family didn't seem to care.

When Dib next thought a thought, he realised it was morning.

"Merry Xmas…" he said dejectedly. He dressed and slowly made his way downstairs, to find a tree with nothing underneath. He looked in the kitchen to find a note. It read:

"Dib, Dad forgot this year. I've gone out, don't know when I'll be back. Enjoy your sucky day. Gaz."

Dib could feel whatever hope he had for some kind of surprise fade away completely. Tears welled in his eyes and with the note crunched up in his hand, he went back upstairs to his room, got undressed, slipped under the covers and let his emotions out. He really didn't expect it to get worse. He didn't expect for his father to be as thoughtless as that. He didn't expect Gaz to just disappear, he wanted her to be angry, or sad or numb, anything, just her company would have helped, because he could share in that emotion with her. This just hurt. He was going to spend Xmas alone. Crying in his bed. Even Zim would have been better than nothing today.

End

I hope you have a Merry Xmas.

This fic is dedicated to all those that had to spend christmas alone.