Walking home from Skool was her favorite part of the day. It meant getting away from everyone who ever caused her pain. It was only her first year of hi-skool, making people THAT much worse to her. All people did anymore were judge, bitch about you, and backstab you. She learned to isolate herself for the better; knowing if she connected herself with anything, Karma would always be there, ready to kill you and leave you for dead.
Gaz clutched her black jacket tighter around her thin torso as the cold chill of autumn whisked around her; leaves tumbling at her feet and the sounds of her and her brother's feet falling upon the hard pavement underneath.
Her brother, Dib, was ranting on about Zim again.
The topic of Zim, was getting old. It's been about four years since Zim landed here on Earth. He was just another outcast who tried to fit in to public surroundings, and failed; yet, with the shitty society surrounding her, they all just took in the disguise, passing Zim as a foreign exchange student with some unknown skin condition.
After the first year, the defect struggled to grow immune to certain weaknesses the earth threw upon Zim. Water burned his skin, food made him nauseous, and freakish 'death bees' had the power of destroying his Irken equipment. A year or so afterwards, he found glue to shield him of any liquids, took some kind of medication for the food, and invested in bug-repellent.
Not to mention, Zim had grown some inches since he arrived. He was about the size of Gaz, who was fairly small, but still passed as 'normal'.
Shaking her head trying to block out the sound of Dib's plans, he stepped up the steps of her home and slammed the door in Dib's face, hoping he would shut up, and let the topic drop.
Shuffling her feet upstairs, she made her way through the hall, flung open her door, and entered her bedroom.
A desk sat in the corner, with a laptop and stereo sitting upon it. Gaz turned on her lamp sitting beside the electronics, and a warm light stretched across her room, letting her gaze upon her personal space.
Gaz's full bed was covered by purple and black coverings, which matched the paint on her walls, giving the room a dark, uninviting look. A window sat just beside her bed, with the mini-blinds closed. A few shelves sat upon the opposite side of the wall, holding a few stuffed animals, programmed to be her security when she needed back-up.
Sighing, the goth set down her backpack and sat on her bed. Pulling out her GS2, she flipped on the power and lost herself within her fantasy world of Vampire Piggy slayers.
Waking suddenly from the crash of thunder beside her window, Gaz screamed. She dug her nails deep into her palms, keeping herself steady.
Crybaby. Whiner. Crybaby. Shithead.
Tugging herself out of bed, she walked out of the room, and let go of her palms, aware that her nails dug through her skin, making her bleed. Gaz huffed out a breath of air, and grit her teeth, slowly making her way to the bathroom.
She stopped suddenly when she heard a noise from behind her. Gaz jerked her neck to look around her and turned around. The darkness of the hallway didn't help her sight as she tried to gain her focus.
A heavy downpour of rain fell upon the house, drowning out Gaz's thoughts. Shaking her head, she regained her confidence and sanity and stepped into the bathroom. Flipping on the light, she saw someone else in the mirror.
A pair of crimson eyes was staring back at her, but only for a moment. Before she knew what was going on, another crash of thunder boomed, shaking the house, taking the light with it, sending Gaz and the intruder into a black darkness once more.
Growling with anger, Gaz strode out of the room, and into her bedroom.
"SECURITY!" Gaz shrieked and waited for her stuffed animal minions to awaken.
No movement was made from the toys, and Gaz heard a chuckle from behind her, along with a gloved hand covering her mouth. Spidery legs wove around her and she was vulnerable. She tried struggling against the tight grip of the mechanical tentacles.
SHIT. Zim. I WILL END HIM IF HE DOESN'T LET ME FUCKING GO.
Zim opened the window just beside her bed, and crawled through, dragging Gaz along into the storm.
Gaz woke with a start, confused on what had just happened. Looking around, she found she was in her room, her GS2 on the floor beside her bed. There was a soft fall of rain falling outside, and pattering against her window, along with the rumble of thunder.
What? Was that just a dream?
Gaz sat up in her bed, pressing her thumb and forefinger on the bridge of her nose. The sound of blood pounding through her ears made her irritated, and before long, a headache crawled its way into her.
Getting up from the warm, springy mattress, she tried getting the picture of Zim's ruby red orbs out of her mind. She took a step, but her knees buckled under and she fell.
DAMN! Pull yourself together; it was just a fucking dream.
The teenager growled and pulled herself back up, checking her balance and putting the image of Zim aside. Walking to her closet, she found a change of clothes and bundled them up into a ball, carrying it to the bathroom. She cautiously turned on the light and looked into the room, searching for any sign of the alien. Letting out a mental sigh of relief, she turned on the hot water, undressed, and crawled into the tub cornering the wall, welcoming the burning sensation of water crawling upon her bare skin.
Once she was settled in the porcelain tub, she shut off the water, and relaxed, listening to the sound of each raindrop crash onto the roof of the house. Gaz let her mind wander back to the dream. She remembered the sharp pain flow through her hands as she dug her nails into her palms.
Absentmindedly, Gaz opened her eyes and stared at her hands. Withholding a gasp, she found the same slits in her white palms as she did in her dream. The blood was gone, but you could still see the tiny cuts run through the inside of her hands.
She dunked her hands back into the hot water, and thought about what happened next in her dream. She couldn't remember anything except for Zim's eyes. His… eyes. Those…beautiful crimson eyes that went on forever…
OH FUCK NO.
Gaz swallowed the bile that threatened to come up. Shuddering, Gaz gagged and shook her head again.
You have to admit it Gaz. He's an alien. You aren't capable of love, and never will be. Forget it.
Oh come on…can't I just…
No.
Gaz always kept secrets from herself. She personally, felt something for Zim. She didn't know what it was, or why she felt it, but she kept herself from feeling those things. One part of her kept her away from society and the fact that friends would just be inviting you to becoming vulnerable to worthless emotions. It kept her strong. Kept her sane.
The other part of her felt everything. She hid most of her emotions and pushed those feelings away, her other side of herself controlling Gaz. But every now and then, she would find herself fantasizing over guys, or what it would be like to actually have a friend.
Friends? What friends? You have nobody. Nothing.
Gaz pushed back the tears, as resentment slithered through her every being. She could not cry. It was worthless to cry. She would not cry. Nobody would care.
Gaz was still cold, no matter how boiling hot the water was. She was simply numb. Gaz got up from the tub, pulled the plug and wrapped a grey towel around her dripping body. She stepped out onto the rug, dried herself off and changed into a pair of black silk pajamas. Her hands throbbed as she gripped the doorknob, and opened the door, letting out a wave of steam into the hallway.
