Broken China
Chapter 1
Gaz sat up in her room with the door locked. She was sitting on her favorite desk chair, staring at something a few feet away from her. Her knees were pressed against her chest, and her eye liner-colored tears were staining her pale legs. Her pajamas were wrinkled frayed from use.
She was sobbing softly and thinking a million thoughts per second. Should she do it? No, she had to do so many things. Her hands reached to her arms, feeling the past wounds. They vibrated, making Gaz uncomfortable with herself.
She was staring at an old friend of hers. A small razor blade, still somewhat stained with her remains. She was considering whether or not to use them again.
When she had first cut herself, it had been purely a test. She had wanted to test herself, see how much she could do to herself before actually feeling pain. It wasn't until then that she realized she was numb.
Her father was barely home, she was a fighter at Skool, she was getting constant detentions, and her brother was completely oblivious to her, mainly because of his paranormal studies. While she wasn't really in pain, she still felt empty. Her numbness could only be replaced by the blood on her blades.
She kept to herself, and lived in complete solitude. No one bothered to talk to her. She always felt alone, like she had nobody to turn to when worse came to worse. She didn't want anyone, yet loneliness burned inside of her being. She needed someone.
How could she find someone so stupid? She always covered her body in black long-sleeves and jeans. Her boots were of the sharp variety, and blacker than night. The only purple on her anymore was her hair, and she never wanted to change it.
Suddenly, there was a knock on her bedroom door. She looked up, not bothering to wipe her tears away.
"Who is it?" Gaz asked.
"It's your father," a deep male voice said through the door. "Gaz, I'm worried about you. Open the door."
She growled to herself. "Dad, I'm fine. Though this is the first time you've ever cared about me." The purple-haired teen muttered the last part to herself.
"Gaz, your brother told me how you've been acting lately."
That little-! Gaz felt a little angry now, but she just grabbed her razor and pressed her thumb against it. She soon felt a small tingle of feeling run through her, reminding her that she is indeed alive. A familiar smell of copper kissed her nostrils.
She hissed as her father began to knock even louder. He was demanding that she open the door immediately. He suddenly heard something, something like soft sobs. Professor Membrane began to pound the door, shaking the knobs.
Meanwhile, Gaz was slicing at her incredibly pale legs. The blood made a lovely contrast of color, and she thought that she would paint it later. That was one of the only things that made her smile. That and her study in video game designing.
Now she was on a road to nothingness, to the point of wrapping her hands around her throat and squeezing until she felt the familiar tingling numb surround her. The colors reminded her of sleep, how painfully relaxing it was. Sleep was one of the only things keeping her sane. It was like dying, without the commitment.
Now, as she cried and watched her blood run down her arms and legs in bright streams, she waited for her father to find her. She just wanted him to stop pounding on the door, he'd ruin it, and she really didn't want to fix the hinges on her own again.
"I'll be right there," Gaz called loudly, clearing her throat. She stood up, and blood dripped onto the floor.
As she stumbled to the door, she felt herself draining of consciousness. When she opened the door, she looked up at her father, smiled, then collapsed. He yelled her name, and the last thing she remembered was seeing her dad calling his coworker on his wrist phone.
-Hours Later-
Gaz woke up, dazed. Then, after some explaining from Dib, who had waited for her to wake up, she remembered that afternoon. She looked at her arms and legs, and smirked with a tremble. The numbness was starting to fill her again.
"Gaz, as much as I hate to say this," Dib said, hesitating, "dad's hospital can't replace all of your lost blood. You're gonna have to see someone else." He almost gagged, it seemed. "I think I know who."
Gaz raised a slender eyebrow. "Who?"
Suddenly, she saw a flash of ruby and jade. Her head began to put the pieces together as a figure of the same color scheme appeared before her, in a wrist transmission.
"Hello, Little Gaz," an annoying voice said through the call. "I see you've injured yourself and you need my help."
"Shut up Zim!" Gaz yelled. "I don't need your help. I don't need anyone's help!" She sat up quickly, making her skin burn like nothing she'd felt before. Ignoring it, and even liking it a little, she snarled at the alien boy. "You guys are both idiots. I didn't want to be fixed!"
"What are you talking about, Gaz?" Dib asked warily.
"I wanted to die!" Gaz shouted. She began to breathe a little heavier, and she began to sweat heavily. She also felt herself drifting away.
She then woke up, panting and crying. She checked her arms and found the faintest white lines on her white skin. Her legs were the same. It wasn't until a little while later that she remembered that she was home and hadn't attempted suicide.
In all honesty, she was a little disappointed.
End of Chapter 1
