A/N: I DECIDED TO DO THIS LITTLE TEST STORY, AND IF ENOUGH PEOPLE R&R, ILL ADD MORE CHAPTERS. I MIGHT DO THAT ANYWAY, BUT NO PROMISES.
ZIMXOC!
ENJOY MY RANDOM STORY!
ZIM IS OUT OF CHARACTER SO DONT TELL ME THAT HE IS.
THIS IS SAPPISH AND CONTAINS BLOOD, ABUSE AND, AND ALL THAT STUFF.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
~JANIE
Tiffany (POV)
I hit the wall with such a force, almost breaking all my bones. Not that my father would care. I gave a shriek, and he locked me up in chains,in the cold dark basement. This was a good week for my dad. He only beat me 4 times a day, and gave me food once a day. It was a sign that he was getting nicer. A lot nicer. I wait about 10 minutes for him to come back down stairs, whip in hand. He turns me around and starts whipping me. I start counting. 10...11...12..13. Then he stops. Wow. This is a really good week. I try to hold back cries and screams. If I do either at anytime, he will hurt me in any way he can think of. If you cant tell,I have been abused all my life. I was the unwanted child. Out of 3. all the others went on to college, both were boys. I am the only girl in my family. My mother was taken away after abusing me, because my father turned her in. Then took it out on me. I am an ugly child. I have deep cuts all across my back, from the whipping, I have had a few broken bones, and my face, oh, my face. I don't even call it a face. I have black eyes. Literally. No pupil, just black. And I have scars. Oh so many scars. Some new, some old. But, my scars make me proud. I have survived 13 long years of this. But, I have decided. I'm done with it, I 'm tired of him telling me no one will love me. Tired of the beatings, the yelling, the cussing. So I do what is proclaimed to be the unthinkable, at this point. I run away. I usually, never ate all of my food. I stored it away, for when I really would need it. I could just reach the crevice in the wall behind me that was cold enough to store perishable food, big enough so I could store a lot but also small enough so he could not see it. I waited till I heard his truck drive away before I got to work. I desperately started to move my hands around in their cuffs, hoping they were small enough to get through. After I got them out, I realized that they were covered in blood. I didn't feel anything though. I ran around the basement desperately trying to find stuff to help me on my long quest to find a new life. I eventually found a blanket, freeze dried food,a back pack and water. I also found an emergency kit. I guess it was from when my father was camping with Josh and Trey. I gather all my stuff and run upstairs. When I get up there, I waist no time. I grab more water and food and run off towards the woods, I climb a tree and watch as my fathers truck pulls up to the drive way. And soon after he enters the house I see the basement lights come on and I hear him yell
" Fine! Run away! No one will ever take you in, you ugly beast!"
After that I jump down from the tree and run. I ran through the woods getting faster and faster, until I reached a small clearing overlooking a city, I decided that I would try and sleep, then I would see if I could find help in the morning. But before I could set up, I heard a voice behind me.
" Are you lost?"
I turn around to face the weirdest sight. A boy with green skin, lavender eyes and black hair was standing there. He wore a red and black striped shirt and a little green dog was standing next to him. I backed away, not knowing if he was going to punch me or smack me or what.
" Im not going to hurt you." He said, his voice was full of concern as her looked me over.
" Wh-who are you ?" I asked nervously
" My name is Zim. Whats yours?" I was a little hesitant to answer his question
" your not going to hit me are you?" I asked, my voice getting higher
" Why would I hit you?" he asked
"Sorry its just that..." I screamed as I backed into a prickle bush, getting prickers stuck in my fresh, and still bleeding scars. Zim ran out to help me as I pulled away from the bush, whimpering. About six prickers were still stuck in the flesh. I fell to the ground hugging my knees rocking back and forth. Zim knelt down in front of me
" do you want me to help you, do you trust me?" Well that was a stupid question to ask me. I trusted no one. Except myself. But this boy, who I met only about 5 minutes ago, wanted to help me. No one has ever helped me. I quickly nodded and pointed to my back
" I have prickers..."
" I understand" he told me before heading to look at my back. After he did though, I heard a gasp. He must have quickly gotten over it though because I could feel him gently trying to remove the prickers from my flesh. It hurt, but it was nothing compared to the kind of hurt I went through everyday. After he finished he came around to face me and asked
" Are you alright? What happened to you?"
" My father abused me. He whipped me, punched me, cut me." I replied
He looked at me then at the city. He looked deep in thought.
" want to stay with me? It looks like you don't have anywhere to go." He said. I started to ponder this. Stay with a complete stranger who seems to actually care about you and your well being, or stay outside, where infections can harm you and you sleep in the cold. Stranger it is.
" yes please." I said quietly. I got up to get my stuff, all I pretty much had to do was throw the blanket in the bag. But when I started down the hill , I tripped and fell. I rolled down the hill, hitting my head on several sharp sticks and rocks, unable to stop. After I reached the bottom of the hill, I realized I had left a long trail of blood where I had rolled. Zim was running towards me, but I was slowly loosing consciousness, the last thing I saw before I blacked out was Zims face.
But it wasn't zims face. The face I saw had red eyes and black antenna. But when I looked closer, I saw it was zims face. I smiled, and blacked out.