Mkkk, Someone asked me in the review area if this story is a sequel to my story, This Sinking Ship of Doom. The answer isno. This story is not a sequel to the other story. It's a brand new one, and sorry to disappoint anyone, but there never will be a sequel to The Sinking Ship of Doom.

Zim doth not belongest to meh. But Dizzy does.

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The lights were dimmed. It was around 6:30 in the afternoon. Dib's MP3 player was volumed to the max. It hurt his ears, but it was the closest feeling of calmness he could get to, except for the cut in his palm. But it wasn't the only reason Dib's music was so loud. Gaz and their dad were arguing downstairs. Again. It was like they were both angry parents, losing the love they had for each other in each fight they had. Music was the only way he could get away.

He turned his attention to the window. The sun was setting. Leaves danced in the wind by his driveway. Though it sounds like a peaceful moment, depressing thoughts still filled his head.

I wish you were here, mom.

Dib was surprised at himself. He had never thought about his mom in a long time. He wished he never thought of his mother again. It only brought him more sad thoughts. He shed a tear as anxiety built up inside of his stomach.

I wish you didn't die, mom.

He remembered the wave of depression his family went through after she died. Dib was so young. It was the only time he didn't see his father working. It was also the only time he hardly ever saw Gaz put her Vampire Piggy hand held game in her drawer. It was the first time he had experienced true sadness.

The anxiety in his stomach was really hurting him now. But he had nothing to get rid of the pain. The first thing that he did was punch the wall, but it wasn't enough. He bit his pillow. The pain still wouldn't go away. He yelled.

Gaz came in. She growled at him. "Shut your trap, Dib. Your voice is so freaking stupid and loud."

Dib sat up. He looked at Gaz. "Gaz," he asked, "do you miss mom?"

He could see the stunned expression on her face. He knew she hadn't thought about their mother, either. She turned away from him and was about to leave. She said, "Again, quiet down. Idiot..."

Dib didn't need an explanation. He knew she missed their mom - they all did. He was about to lay back down when he heard his sister's voice again, "Hey, Dib, some weird girl is at the door. She wants to talk to you."

Immediently, Dib ripped the earphones off his head and hopped off his bed. He was eager to talk to Dizzy and explain what happened back at school. He ran downstairs - almost tripping over himself - and casually walked to the door. There, stood a shy looking, green skinned girl. Holding his red trench coat. He looked away from her for a second, then looked back at her. He could tell she was trying hard not to start crying. He knew her well enough that she was very sensitive.

Dib could feel Gaz spying on them, so he motioned Dizzy to follow him onto the front steps. She followed.

The air was cool, almost cold. Dizzy didn't look at Dib as they sat on the front steps. No one spoke. Then, Dizzy held out his red coat.

"Y-you left this at th-the nurse's office..." She said quietly. "I w-was afraid someone would take it.."

Dib took it. "Thank you." He said. He could tell Dizzy was a tad frightened to be sitting near him. He sighed. "Dizzy, about what happened in the nurse's office..."

"It is none of my business." Dizzy said, finally looking at Dib. "I'm sorry for standing by the door, listening. I-I just wanted to know if you were okay.."

"Don't even apologize.." Dib said, feeling awful. "I actually kind of felt good, knowing someone was there. Oh yeah, please thank Zim for me. I know he helped me, too."

Dizzy slightly smiled. Dib knew she felt good when she knew she was helping someone. Dib slightly flinched when her hand moved to his. She lifted Dib's arm and stared at the bruises. She had no expression on her face.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." He lied. He was absalutely not fine. And Dizzy knew this. She let go of his arm. A sigh.

"I'm worried about you, Dib.." She admitted. Dib gave her a look. "You haven't been well, have you?"

"W-what do you mean?" He asked, nervous she might have detected his depression.

"Zim has told me you've been acting strange. I've seen this a few time myself. Please, Dib, you know you can tell me anything, right?"

Dib did not. He knew she wouldn't understand his feelings - he didn't even understand them half the time. She wouldn't understand the serenity he went through when a piece of glass merely cut his palm. She just wouldn't understamd.

"Of course.'' He lied. "But don't worry, I'm fine."

Dizzy gave him a doubtful look. "O-okay." She finally agreed. She stood up, about to leave. She suddenly bent back down and gently kissed Dib's forehead. She happily ran off, giggling.

Dizzy was always something else, Dib thought. She did weird things, like randomly kissing her friend's forehead. He sighed. He actually found himself sad that the kiss really didn't mean anything - it was just something Dizzy did to her friends. He picked up the coat and walked inside. As he walked in the kitchen, wanting a drink of milk, he saw his father sitting at the table, looking at him.

"Dib..." His father said. "I need to tell you something."

Dib came closer to his father. "...Sure, dad. What is it?"

Dr. Membrane sighed. "I lost my job."

Dib's eyes grew. "W-what? What do you mean..?"

Dr. Membrane explained it all. He told Dib he had made another toast experiment, and the toast burned. Then his boss had fired him for ruining the experiment.

"Does Gaz know?" Dib asked.

"Uhm... Yes. Actually, she has for awhile now.." Dr. Membrane looked away from Dib. "For about 3 months now..."

Dib was shocked. He couldn't believe it. His father has been out of work for 3 months, and they kept it from him for so long. He couldn't believe his father faked going to work for 3 months.

"...What? WHAT?!" Dib exclaimed, standing from his seat. His father looked up at him.

"I'm sorry, son." He said, standing with him. "You see, Gaz and I have noticed you've become... Well... depressed. I'm not sure you haven't experienced this feeling before, but depression is-"

"I know what it is!" He exclaimed. "I've always know what is was! I've know it since the day mom died, I've know it for years! I know it now! I feel it every freaking day! The only way I can escape it is to listen to my music in my room! I do this because you and your daughter keep ARGUING! I AM SO FREAKIN TIRED OF YOUR LIES, DAD. I AM TIRED OF YOU GIVING MY SISTER HER ATTENTION AND NEGLECTING ME. I'M SICK OF YOU PRETENDING TO UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM GOING THROUGH. EVERY DAY I FEEL ANXIETY SO MUCH I NEED TO PUNCH THE WALL TO GET RID OF IT - AND THAT DOESN'T EVEN WORK MOST OF THE TIME. STOP LYING, STOP PRETENDING, BECAUSE IN REALITY, YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M GOING THROUGH!"

His father was infuriated. "And what makes you so sure that I don't understand?"

Dib laughed sarcastically. "How could you possible understand? You have no idea what I'm going through. You have never felt this kind of pain before."

Dr. Membrane didn't respond. He had enough. He walked out of the kitchen. Dib ran to his room.

Dib jumped on his bed and buried his face in his pillow. He was sick of his father's lies, pretending he understood what he was going through. He put on his headphones and pumped his MP3 player up to full volume. He actually felt good. He let out all of his anger and told his dad how he really felt. He felt refreshed.

Only mom could understand...

Dib once again stared out the window, then looked at the scar in his palm.

...Wouldn't she?

Dib closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. He dreamed about today, about those guys who beat him. About the peaceful state of mind he had once his palm was cut... About the glass on the floor...

Dib awoke from his dream. He knew what he wanted...

He needed to find the broken glass.

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Muehehe! This chapter is pretty dramatic. Poor Dib finally unleashes his feelings to his father, and it pretty much crushes Dr. Membrane. Dib decides that the broken glass, and the cut in his palm, had given him a happy state of mind. Something he has never felt in years. This is where is real problems begin.

Stay tuned for chapter 4! (P.S. - I fixed up some errors I noticed in chapter 1, so yeah.)