They Laughed
They laughed at me, you know, when I told them they were coming.
Oh yes, they did. Laughed and made fun of me. I couldn't really blame them, I've been wrong so many times in the past. So of course they didn't believe me.
Why should they?
I did try to get proof, oh how I tried! Cameras, recordings, pointing out his many failures of trying to pass himself off as human.
It should have been easy to prove, but they refused to see. Right there in front of their faces, they couldn't see.
Even my own father couldn't see. "My poor insane son!" he called me.
Insane. Yes, he said that. That's what he thought of me.
I wonder where he is now?
No no, don't try to fight that. It's no use. It's buckled on in back, you see. You'll only hurt yourself.
Yes, that's all you can do, get used to it. We're trapped here, in these four white walls.
My sister Gaz knew, but she dismissed all of it. 'He's so bad at it,' she claimed. 'He'll never succeed!'
I wonder where she is now too. Do they even think of me? Wondering how I am?
Would you have believed me, back then? If I came up to you and told you Zim was an alien, the first of an invasion?
It does sound rather unbelievable, doesn't it?
I wish it were.
I wish I had been insane. It would have been so much easier to tolerate than this.
Yes, that was the signal to start work. Once more the entire day strapped to these tables in our harnesses, making snacks for our masters, the Irkens.
Don't you wish they had believed me back then?