-Catch me as I fall. Say you're here and it's all over now. Speaking to the atmosphere, no one's here and I fall into myself. I'm frightened by what I see, but somehow I know that there's much more to come. Immobilized by my fear, and soon to be blinded by tears, I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away.-

Summary: Humanity is so over rated. We're so convinced that we're superior, so ignorant, that we forget to listen to those who are different than what we think is normal. But one day, their superiority will be their downfall. Those who are different are not always insane. Perhaps they have a better understanding of the things that are supposedly unexplainable...

I would like to announce that this is my first Invader Zim fanfic; but it's not my first fanfic ever. The layout of this chapter was kind of taken from the concept of the music video "Bleed for You" by Hidden in Plain View. Dib is my favorite character on the show, and he's going to be the main character in this fic. I also created my own character, which will be one of the main characters. I hope you don't mind, usually I don't care for fan fictions with made-up characters in them. And if anyone else has used the song that's in this fic, I'm really sorry and I didn't know!

I don't own Invader Zim. I also don't own Amy Lee from Evanescence and her song "Missing".

Delusions

His eyes opened suddenly, suspending the slightly disturbing tranquility his thoughts had composed. Breathing heavily and forcing a yawn back down his throat, he placed his large glasses on the bridge of his nose. The moonlight shone down on him through the small window next to his bed. His hands were shaking and he was in a cold sweat, but somehow the scenes that had projected themselves into his subconscious mind were soothing.

It was so real...

He had sat up in bed and swung his legs off to the side to meet the floor. Although his vision was blurry, he stood up and glanced over his shoulder at the window. The light from the sun poured itself across the room. Carefully, he positioned his glasses in front of his auburn eyes and ran to the bathroom as a nauseating feeling in his stomach traveled to his mouth. After a moment of vomiting, he stood up shakily and made his way to the kitchen.

Searching for the medicine cabinet, he found an orange transparent bottle full of white pills. Before his presence was known, he gulped them all down. There was the faint sound of people talking in a room across the house, but he disregarded it and rushed out the door. Immediately he started shivering in the cold. Still in a muscle shirt and blue pajama pants, people stared at him awkwardly before trudging along past him. He stood prophetically on the edge of the sidewalk, ignoring the stinging of the melting snow on his cold, bare feet.

His black, scythe-like strand of hair was ruffled by the breeze as he walked slowly to the town park. Usually, the city in all its glory still looked appalling, but when winter came around, it was a completely different place. The lights from the distant skyscrapers reflected off the snow and made the cityscape look dazzling.

He ignored the beauty and turned his exposed feet in the direction of the park. Now all he had to do was wait. There were only a few people lingering from the multitude of last minute Christmas shoppers sitting on benches and scurrying home. He caught a glimpse of his watch, and acknowledged that it was the afternoon. He stood and walked a few feet forward.

Everything around him started to blur, and he lost control of his legs and arms. His head drooped down swiftly and he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. The last thing that he saw was the worried face of a teenage girl leaning above him, obviously around his age, adorned in attire correlative to his usual outfit. He felt the warm touch of her hand on the stinging wound on the back of his head and his tiresome eyes finally got their adjournment.

He retracted the face of the girl from his memory and thought about her face. It was smooth, and her eyes were a dark, deep blue. Her hair, flowing straight down around her cheeks to frame her face gracefully, was black with streaks of blue here and there. It went past her shoulders and stopped just short of her waist. The trench coat she was wearing, although reflecting his own greatly, was so different than anything he'd ever seen. Pulled tightly around her, it accurated all her curves in just the right places, and had an abundance of buckles, zippers, pockets, and chains.

In all her elegance, Dib couldn't help but wonder how he could retain so many details about her. Her beauty was mind-blowing, to put it bluntly, and everything about her made Dib want to recognize her. The imaginary touch of her warm hands holding his head up as she called for help, the snow falling graciously around her figure as she ran over to him, the deep resound of her boots against the concrete...

He'd liked other girls. Of course they were all popular, malicious, and way out of his league; and he had never had a girlfriend as most girls thought he was gay. But the girl that he had seen in his dream...She seemed different. She seemed...like she cared about him. And that was something that not many people in his life did.

"Did you eat all the cereal!" An annoyed voice came from his door, shattering all his thoughts into a million pieces.

"No, Gaz. It's three in the morning. I didn't eat any of your cereal," The dark girl at his door mumbled something under her breath, and then opened one eye in her signature look of suspicion.

"If you're lying, terrible things will happen to you. Things worse than any senior could think of doing," She turned and descended down the hallway.

Seniors, He thought and shuddered. Currently in his freshmen year and without any friends, he was an easy victim for most of the abuses that the seniors had to offer. And this did not go unnoticed by anyone. It was entertaining to the kids in his grade. They would stand around and watch as if they were watching television. Especially his sister. In fact, she would leave her Jr. High early just to watch the perils her brother had to endure. They shoved him into lockers, pushed him into trashcans, and (their favorite) pushed him down flights of stairs which resulted in bruises, cuts, and scrapes. The whole time they would just stand at the top, laughing while a stampede of other upperclassmen went about their daily routes without giving a second thought to stepping on him.

Dib sluggishly got out of his bed and dragged himself over to his dresser. He desperately searched for his query, throwing random objects aside in a pile on the floor. Successfully lifting it up with both hands, he walked back over to his bed and plopped himself down on it, marveling the object with wide, anxious eyes. The moonlight glinted across the silver blade as he laid his arm down on his nightstand with his palm facing up. Swiftly, he sliced open the same scar on his wrist that he renewed every time he was feeling that self-destructive urge. The crimson fluid dripped down to his elbow, but the pain was worth it. It was his way of distracting himself from the reality that his interests and actions had created.

A cheerless smile formed on his face as he had succeeded what he had planned to do. He had been blinded by his throbbing arm just enough to almost forget about his mental anguish. He turned on the radio and increased the volume until it was just bordering the limit of too loud. His dad was usually never home, and his sister Gaz just never paid any heed to it, so he could turn the radio up as loud as he wanted. He grasped the knife back in his hand when he found a song he liked and begin to mutilate his skin more.

With the voice of Amy Lee droning on in the background, he wiped away the blood with a rag. It seemed only seconds until it was replaced by more blood.

"Please, please forgive me, but I won't be home again..."

That was another issue: everyone suspecting him of being a homosexual because he listened to Evanescence. Amy Lee had a great voice, and it wasn't like he didn't listen to other stuff. Afewtears slid down his cheek and he realized that it was useless. Everything was just so useless. Sooner or later they were all just going to die anyways. Why not speed up the process and cause less pain in the long run? Shaking every thought from his head, he wrapped the towel around his arm like a tourniquet and lay back in his bed.

Maybe someday you'll look up,

And barely conscious, you'll say to no one,

"Isn't something missing?"

You won't cry for my absence I know.

You forgot me long ago.

Am I that unimportant?

Am I so insignificant?

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'm the sacrifice,

You won't try for me, not now.

Though I'd die to know you love me,

I'm all alone...

Isn't someone missing me?

Please, please forgive me,

But I won't be home again.

I know what you do to yourself.

I breathe deep and cry out,

"Isn't something missing?

Isn't something..."

And if I bleed, I'll bleed,

Knowing you don't care.

And if I sleep just to dream of you,

I'll wake without you there.

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?

I know that this is a really short first chapter, but they will get better, trust me. Just please tell me if it was hideously bad. I have a feeling that no one will like this fic, and I don't know why, so hopefully my suspicions are wrong. Well, review and stay tuned for chapter two!