Dib sighed, gathering the courage to slit his wrists. He told himself that it would only hurt for a moment, that this would surely be almost painless. Finally, after a few minutes, he was convinced. He thought about Zim, wondered if the alien would even miss him. Dib doubted it. No one liked him. Not even his own family.

He set the edge of the blade against his wrist, his arm still stinging and bleeding from his self-inflicted cut. He wasn't even sad. He was disappointed that nothing in his life seemed to work out for him or go his way, but not sad. The past few days, he had been convinced that his family hated him, that they had been secretly praying for this to happen, Gaz especially. And he knew that Zim obviously wanted him dead.

He grew angry at the thought of them celebrating his death. It finally made perfect sense why his dad had said that he was 'too busy' to spend time with him. Dib now knew that his dad did occasionally have time to spare, but he just didn't want to spend his free time with his 'poor, insane son.'

He obviously didn't have a place in this world, so he might as well end it all. "Okay," he said to himself, "Let's do this." As he began sliding the knife across his wrist, something banged against his window, startling him. What the hell? Dib got up from his bed and went towards his window cautiously.

Zim was standing outside, staring up at him with a handful of small rocks in his hands. When he was certain that Dib saw him, he walked up to the house and used his PAK legs to lift himself up to Dib's window and climb in.

Zim was breathing heavily, meaning that he had been in a hurry to get here. "Zim? Did you run all the way over here?" Zim ignored the question, "Don't do it, Dib! I'm the one who is supposed to destroy you, you know that! There is no me, without you!"

Dib was confused, "How did you know what I was doing? Actually, never mind, I don't want to know. And what are you talking about, Zim? You want me dead more than anyone else. Why shouldn't I do this?" Zim was silent for a minute, trying to come up with a reason. "Because…Because taking over this filthy planet won't be as much fun without you around. Yes, that's it."

Dib rolled his eyes, knowing that wasn't the real reason, and scoffed, "Yeah, right! You would love it if I died. You've told me nonstop this past year how much you would love it if I just offed myself to make your job easier." Zim waved his hand dismissively. "Oh right, that. Well, just pretend I never said those things. There's always a reason to keep living."

Dib shook his head, "No, there isn't. Not this time." As he resumed cutting into his wrist, Zim tackled him, holding him down with his PAK legs. Taking the knife from Dib with surprising speed, he threw it across the room, away from Dib.

Dib looked in the direction Zim had thrown the knife, then shrugged, "Whatever. I'll just drink some poison, then. It doesn't matter to me. You haven't changed anything. My life is still shit. Torque and everyone else at Skool are still gonna be there tomorrow, and they're gonna keep making me miserable.

Like I said Zim, there is NO reason for me to keep living. So let me make this perfectly clear to you: As soon as you leave, I'm gonna kill myself. And then everyone will be happy that I'm gone, even you, I'm sure."

Zim sighed irritability. "Then I will stay here with you until tomorrow, if you wish, Dib. I will also deal with Torque and his disgusting friends. But first, you have to promise me that you will not try this again." Dib thought about this, and nodded, "Okay, I promise." Zim released him, satisfied with the answer. But what Zim didn't know was that Dib had his fingers crossed behind his back, still intending to go through with his plan.

A/N: It's getting intense now, huh? As per usual, I tried to keep them in-character, but I think Dib and Zim are a little OOC in this chapter. Sorry. This story may have about two or three more chapters before it's finished. Let me know what you think of the story so far.