Keri: So finally saw "Death Note". Fucking rocks man.
Warnings: Erm...child abuse.
Disclaimers: IZ r JV
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A flash of anger.
A scream of pain.
Tears.
Fear.
Pleads for forgiveness.
No care.
No love.
He was crazy.
No one would know.
And if they found out, they wouldn't care.
He did it to himself.
That's what everyone would believe.
The boy barely slept.
Fell down the stairs one night.
Yeah.
They would buy that.
Dib sat up sharply. Miss. Pain smacking a ruler on the front of Dib's desk. She looked down on him darkly. One would wonder if she was related to Ms. Bitters. "Do my lessons bore you?" A Russian accent. Some how that made her even more frightening. Maybe it was because movie villains usually had it as well.
"No m'am." he said, a thin layer of sweat collecting on his brow. He could feel his heart in his throat as his left hand instinctively traveled to his bruised arm. He had been able to cover up the worst of the injuries on his face with makeup. Saying that the few marks he couldn't hide had been from his sister - not that many people asked. He was easily ignored.
When Miss. Pain had her evil back turned, Dib packed his things and left the class room. No body stopped him. He did this often. No one seemed to care. He left the class and went to the bathroom, dropping his bag carelessly as he went to the sink. He took off his glasses and washed his face. Dib ran his wet hand through his dark, messy hair; he had rinsed off most of the makeup. Sigh. Now he had to ditch skool, there was no way he could go back to class like that. He shrugged off his coat and rolled up his long sleeve, examining the purple going on green bruise. He was usually hit on his arms. They were easier to hide. Injuries on his face would raise questions, and questions were things that couldn't be had in the Membrane household. Other than ones of the science-variety.
He had thought of running away. What child in his position wouldn't? And he had thought more than once of suicide. But that was out of the question. Dib may have been physically weaker than the "normal" boys, but mentally, he was superior. Another thing he had contemplated. He was superior. Zim had first placed that thought in his head. He was smarter, more aware. He was "awake". He was the only one with eyes among the blind, yet because they couldn't see his working eyes, they called him crazy for thinking that he could see something they couldn't. And with the humans, if they couldn't see it, it wasn't there.
Maybe he should have gone with Zim. When the alien offered to take him to someplace safe, where he would be cared for and listened to. Where his intellect could be challenged and appreciated. But he had been stupid. He had thought Zim was setting a trap. He had said no. And he hadn't seen Zim in three years.
Dib wondered if Zim's life had gotten better. He said he was joining the Resisty (after figuring out what Red and Purple were doing to him) and he imagined all the attention Zim would be getting. Going from a hated and mocked defect, to a respected rebel. And what had changed with Dib in the three years?
Well.
His father hit him harder.