Proffessor Membrane

Author's Note:

Today, I got razor burn shaving my legs. And it HURT! Oh God, how it hurt. I also got so many nicks that I'm surprised I didn't have to go to the hospital. I am not happy. That means I have to take out my youthful rage in this fic. It's short and fluffy, but kinda depressing. It's about Professor Membrane. And after I write this, I am going to plot against the disposable razor that caused me so much pain and anguish.

I don't own Invader Zim, you silly lawyers, you.

            Yes, I love my kids. If I didn't have Gaz and Dib, I don't know what I'd do. But when Lily died…when Lily died, apart of me died. Lily was my life, and I couldn't do anything to help her. She had cancer-I have chosen to forget which one-and it spread to all her organs…and eventually her brain. I tried to cure her. I tried so hard. I thought that if I spent enough time in the lab mixing and stirring and x-raying, I'd find a cure, make everything better.

   

         Somewhere deep inside I knew that I would never find a cure for the cancer that ate away at my lovely wife, but instead of spending time with her like I should have, I spent my days in the lab.

     

        I was in the lab the day Lily died, nowhere near the cure to cancer. I failed.

Ever since then, I have become a slave to my work. Even making things so simple as toast has become a grand achievement. I feel the void that I caused fill up just the littlest bit, but when I look at my children, the void empties, making me have to work that much harder to fill it back up.

     

      Because of me, Gaz and Dib don't have a mother. Because of me Gaz and Dib don't have a father. At least, not a very good one.

Oh God, I'm so sorry.

Author's Note:  …okay. I'm off to plot, now. (eyes narrow)

Excuse the crappiness.