Disclaimer: IZ does not belong to me, nor does the song "The Nobodies". Both belong to their respected owners, which is not me.
WARNING: Even though I don't go into much detail about it, I know some people are uncomfortable with this type of subject matter, so I'm saying this now so I don't get no flames later: THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOUSAL ABUSE IN IT. IF THIS OFFENDS/YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS TYPE OF STORY, PLEASE DO NOT READ. THANK YOU.
A/n: This story was inspired by the song, "The Nobodies" by Marilyn Manson. I know the song is about something completely different, but it works with this story. Please enjoy!
Pairing: Zim/OC
-'blah'- Song
-blah- Thoughts
-blah-Story
-OOO-
'Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt'
Curled up; hiding from pain of the which he cannot escape.
A sob escaped this lips. Why he thought.
'Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt'
He heard the door open. It closed; slammed.
He whimpered.
'We're the nobodies'
"Get up." A gruff command.
'Wanna be somebodies'
Red eyes shot up to meet purple.
'We're dead'
"Please" he begged.
'We know just who we are'
A fist was brought back and connected with his cheek.
"Useless defect."
'We are the nobodies'
He recoiled, sobbing.
'Wanna be somebodies'
"Why can't I just be Zim?"
'We're dead'
Purple eyes narrowed.
"Because your just a nobody" he spat.
'We know just who we are'
Zim cried.
'Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty'
His spouse just laughed and walked out of the room.
All Zim could think was Why.
'I know now that I'm forever dirt'
Did he deserve it?
'Yesterday I was dirty'
Is everything his spouse said to him true?
'Wanted to be pretty'
He cried harder.
'I know now that I'm forever dirt'
He already knew the answer.
Yes.
'We are the nobodies'
He got off the bed.
'Wanna be somebodies'
He shuffled toward the bathroom.
'We're dead'
Was he even alive anymore?
'We know just who we are'
It felt like he wasn't.
'We are the nobodies'
He grabbed a bar of soap and began to scrub himself.
'Wanna be somebodies'
He cleaned over bruises, scars, burn marks, and scratch marks, both new and old.
'We're dead'
He looked in the mirror.
'We know just who we are'
"Useless defect" he told his reflection.
'Some children died the other day'
He brought his fist back.
'We fed machines and then we prayed'
And smashed the mirror.
'Puked up and down in morbid faith'
Shards of glass rained down around him.
'You should have seen the ratings that day'
The pain in his hand brought him back to reality.
'Some children died the other day'
He stared, fascinated for a moment.
'We fed machines and then we prayed'
Then he sobbed.
'Puked up and down in morbid faith'
His knees buckled underneath him.
'You should have seen the ratings that day'
He curled up on himself, crying, huddled in a corner in the bathroom.
'We are the nobodies'
He rocked back and forth.
'Wanna be somebodies'
Memories of days gone by ran through his brain.
'We're dead'
Beatings, tortures, and worst of all . . .
'We know just who we are'
Rapes.
'We are the nobodies'
He cried harder.
'Wanna be somebodies'
Useless defect.
Dirty whore.
No good scum.
'We're dead'
Those hurt the most.
'We know just who we are'
Because he knew they were true.
'We are the nobodies'
He heard his spouse coming up the stairs. He must've heard the glass breaking.
'Wanna be somebodies'
He wished he didn't beat on him; he already knew what he was.
'We're dead'
A nobody.
'We know just who we are'
He didn't need to be reminded.
-OOO-
A/n: I know it's short, but I think it holds a lot of power behind so little word. As the saying goes: Good things come in small packages. Sorry for the weird format. I have three excuses for it: 1) This is my first songfic 2) I was writing a poem while writing this, and I think I have writer's ADD and can't write in 2 formats at once 3) I was experimenting with a new style. I didn't put much details in this story because I'm very sensitive about subject matter like this and this was so hard to write. I actually started to cry while writing this. Now I'm off to write fluffy drabble. REVIEW!(Does anyone even READ these things?)