This is just something I've been rolling around in my head for a while… I've never taken meth or know anyone who has ever took it, but I decided to write something about it. I know Invader Zim isn't exactly the best place to put this, but Gaz is the only character I could shape into what I want . This is mostly because she has no real background or mother. This helps me a lot. So, without further rambling here it goes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim or any of it's characters. I do not own 'The Day I Left The Womb' by Escape The Fate either.

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Mother, where are you today?
You took a piece of me the day you went away,
No recollection nor the smell of your perfume,

A lifetime. A lifetime of pain and hate. What else is there to know in this stupid world. Only pain, hate, destruction, abuse- feeling alone doesn't even scratch the surface. It's a fucked up world out there…., and even more in here. What was the point in caring anymore? It didn't matter. As long as I got by. That's what I keep telling myself. I still try to, but it's becoming more… difficult.

I walked downstairs, my purple hair matted from lack of sleep. A sound kept ringing in my ears, and a ghastly smell was everywhere. It was a horrible smell, and a disgusting bile came up whenever it arrived in my room. I still had yet to find the source.

"Dib?" I called throughout the house. An echo was my only response. The stench was getting worse, and I ran to a trashcan, coughing up a vast amount of barf. My breathing was ragged, and I felt ill.

Stumbling about, I managed to walk down into Dad's lab.

"Dad?" I hissed. My throat burned as I hocked something else up, but this time, there was no trashcan. "Dad?"

I took a piece of you the day I left the womb.

Stumbling, I found the source. Packages lay scattered on the ground and burn marks blackened the surface of a the lab counter.

The smell made my head swim and my eyes water, all the while constricting my lunges.

Dib lay on the side his head pulled back, and his eyes glazed over.

"Dib?" I tried to yell, but found that it came out in a hoarse whisper.

A needle laid uselessly beside him. A smile played against his lips. What was going on? What had he been doing down here? He was muttering something, and I strained my hearing just to listen for one word that made any sense.

Brother, put your needles down.
The best thing for you is to leave this awful town.

"Dib, you could've told me," I screamed, my mouth barely moving. I fell to my knees, the smell overpowering. I felt like dying, laying there next to him, trying to make sense of it all. Putting the pieces together, even though my brain seemed scattered on the floor, much like the packets.

He had been suffering yet I hadn't even spared a passing glance. Why hadn't I seen it? Why hadn't I been paying attention.

Pretty soon, you'll have kids to feed.
If you see mother, tell her I can sing.

"Dib, you could have done better, you could have just left, why didn't you just leave?" I whispered.

He took my arm, braking it under the immense pressure. I didn't scream. I didn't even shed a tear.

"I couldn't just leave you," He said quietly. His voice had venom dripping on it, and I knew that I had to get away from him. I struggled out of his grip, but he just grabbed my leg. With my good hand, I punched him, knocking him unconscious.

I laid him down on the ground, careful not to hurt him anymore. I pulled out his cell phone, but my vision was failing me.

Please don't worry, I am doing fine.
You're much to busy, to even find the time,
So use your chemicals and take this to your grave,
The children you left are kids you didn't raise.

I had only the time to press one number, praying that the speed dial was 911. I put the phone up to my ear.

"What?" a voice demanded.

"Help," I choked, just before my world went black.

And daddy, how are you today?
You must be proud of the kids that you have raised.

My eyes fluttered open, only to have me close them tight. I had seen a purple thing. Just like the color of my hair. Just like my mom's.

"Mom…," I whispered. "Where were you when I needed you?" I asked, tears welling up in my eyes. "WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU?" I screamed, thrashing around.

"Keep still!" Someone demanded. "You'll hurt yourself further." I tried to fight back, screaming and yelling, but to no avail. The voice whispered something in my ear. "You're safe now," It said before I was delivered back to sleep.

Your withered heart, and everything its seen,
Your guts and callises, you had kids to feed.

You had kids to feed.

Why did this happen? Why? I didn't do anything to prevent it. It was all my fault. I had no way of denying it. It was my fault. All my fault. Only mine. No one else to blame but yourself. Someone told me that once, can't recall who. That was that.

I wallowed in self pity for a while in my dream. I felt so alone. That's when my eyes snapped open.

"Dib!" I screamed, sitting up. A sharp pain flew through my chest. "Augh!" I screamed in pain. My eyes immediately went to my arm. It was fixed as if nothing had happened. My eyes widened in shock.

I was lying on what looked like a dissection table.

"Where.., am I?" I demanded. I went into a fit of coughs.

Steps were heard off in the distance sounding hurried.

"Gaz," Dib yelled, " are you ok?!" He asked.

Please don't worry, I am doing fine.
You're much to busy, to even find the time,

"Dib, where are we?" I asked, looking around. This wasn't the Membrane lab.

"I can answer that," A voice from behind Dib said.

"Zim," Dib yelled, "What did you do to us?" He screamed, almost ready to tackle him.

"On the contrary, Dib, I saved you both," He said, holding up a needle. Crystal meth, was inside it, and he swished it around as if to taunt us both. The only thing was that he wasn't grinning triumphantly. He had a sorrowful look on his face, and he seemed upset. Not the Zim I know, I thought. Not the Zim that was obnoxious and self-righteous. Not that Zim. This was a terrible impersonator.

Dib suddenly fell to his knees with a soft thump. "Di- was- how?" Dib asked.

Zim walked toward us, shaking his head.

So use your chemicals and take this to your grave,
The children you left are kids you didn't raise.

"I'm sorry," Zim mumbled, "you… did." He patted Dib on the shoulder, not even noticing that Dib's mouth was agape and he had tears in his eyes. "So, did, he.., eh…, well, you know, hurt you to badly? You had a fractured wrist when I brought you in here and your lungs took some bad damage from the toxic air." His eyes glistened a little and I realized that he was being sincere. How odd.

"Uh…, well…, why should I tell you?" I demanded, "It's none of your damn business!" I huffed. I turned my head away, not will to look into his contact less eyes. "Why should you even care?"

"Well, for one reason you did call me!" He yelled. "How am I suppose to feel when my enemy and his sister are being killed by toxic fumes?"

"Wouldn't that be better, easier? Everything would be over, you would win, Zim! The earth would be yours and Dib and me would be dead! Wouldn't that be easier?" I screamed again and again. Zim stood there silent not saying a word, his eyes downcast.

His eyes flashed up, a deadly gleam shining through them. "Where would be the fun of that?" He asked, smirking.

Dib gawked at him and I glowered. "A game, you saved us for the sake of your pathetic little game, a chase that leads to your inevitable doom?" I asked him. He looked at me confused. Dib fell to the ground, his expression a mixture of shock and determination.

"In that case, Zim," He said, Zim's name coming out with obvious distaste, " I'll fight you to the very end!" His eyes shot sparks of fury, and I sensed that he wasn't getting the point of the argument.

"Dib," I seethed, "you realize he saved us just so that he could have the pleasure of killing us?" I asked, all the while glaring. "There was no point in it. We're going to die, and it's going to suck. He's going to murder us, and it's going to suck. You took crystal meth and he cured you addiction, but he's still going to kill us, and it's still going to suck. I'm to weak to fight him off, Dib, to weak to send him to a doomed eternity filled with pain and hate. To be quite awe nest it wouldn't be much a difference from living in a house with a father who could care less and a brother who has a meth lab in his own fucking FATHER'S lab! Eternal damnation sounds fucking spiffy next to it!

"I never understood what happened to mom..," I whispered quietly, "but apparently she didn't care either! I guess it wouldn't be so bad being dead…, At least I wouldn't have to live here anymore." I put my head in my hands, "Go ahead, Zim, do it," I mumbled. Nothing happened. "What, Zim, kill me! Do it," I growled. I looked up.

He was staring at me blankly. It took him a few seconds to register what I had just said.

"No," He finally said, "not like that. Fuck the irken empire, I AM ZIM!" He yelled.

I noticed that Dib's mouth was opening and closing much like a fish. I had to struggle to stop myself from snickering. My the side of my lips twitched holding back a smile as hard as I could. It became to much.

"Ahahaha," I shouted and wiped a tear from my eye. "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked darkly."Kill us."

"Gaz, do you even know what you're saying?" Dib demanded. "Let's team up on him, I bet we can take him!"

I glared at him, "Dib, because of you my lungs were damaged and I could have lived my life in pain, and that's even if I lived!" I screamed. My words struck him just the way I wanted them to. Years and years of cold hearted fury had paid off. My art of verbal abuse had been perfected. "I'm to weak to even stand! I don't see how you can think for even a second that I could help you or even that I wanted to! You are-" I was interrupted by the sound of a squeaking noise in an even pace. I looked behind me, knowing exactly what I'd find.

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This is where I stop. I'm probably going to continue this story…. Probably. It all depends on the reviews, favorites, whatever. That's if I get ANY. Well, to answer some questions, yes, I did alter the lyrics a little. Not too much, though. Well, ta-da, a good story.., well, in my point of view….. Whatever.

R&R.