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Disclaimer: Invader Zim is not mine!

I looked up at the ceiling above me and blew my bangs out of my eyes as I tried to relax on my bed. But I couldn't relax, I heard that today one of… 'them'… was going to come and pick out one of us.

I sighed and sat up, my hands going up to my hair, pushing it back and looked in the broken mirror that was across me. "I hope they don't pick me… I've had enough pain and suffering to go through with my mom dying, my brother getting lost, and my father drinking away his sorrows and ignoring me." I said to my reflection.

I heard bells ring in the distance. Lunch time.

I stood up and grabbed my skull necklace from my scratched up desk and put it on. I fingered the skull with a heavy sigh. Mother gave it to me the day before she was taken by… 'Them'. She told me that this necklace protect me when I need protection. A year after 'they' took her, I started to mess around with the necklace and found that it was a pocket knife… just in a necklace form.

There was a knock at my bedroom door. "Go away." I growled.

"Didn't you hear the bell? It's time for lunch." My father growled from the other side of the door, but by the tone of his voice, I knew he was drunk.

"Leave me alone! I'm not hungry." I growled, not looking away from my reflection.

"Gaz, get out there and eat. We are fortunate enough to have connections that will give us food, there are others who are not as fortunate, go eat." He yelled banging on the door scaring the rats that were in the wall, causing them to run to the other side of the room.

I watch them run, normally I would have been disgusted, but four years of this passed, and I had become accustomed to it. "You just can't wait until I die can't you?" I growled at him.

"Gaz, we both know the answer to that. Now get out there and eat." He growled.

I heard his heavy footsteps walked down the hallway. My bottom lip began to quiver as I walked over to my bed and sat down. I let my head fall into my hands. I slowly shook my head as I felt my eyes began to burn with the tears.

I held back whimpers, those only made me weak. I won't give my father the satisfaction. 'We both know the answer to that.' He had said… he couldn't wait for me to die, I was only holding him back.

I bit down on my limp as I looked down at my scared wrists, disappointment and sadness filling my core. I was so disappointed in myself after I had cut myself; I had fallen so far… so deep into depression… I needed help.

I never received that help, I was forced to turn cold and unloving… I no longer had emotion… but when my father yells at me, telling me that he doesn't love me… depression breaks my hard shell and seeps in through the cracks, pain filling my soul.

I wiped away my tears as I tried to ignore my rumbling stomach. I wasn't going to go eat, not today, I don't want to be seen by one of… them.