Author's Note:
For those who re-read this, you may notice subtle changes as I go through and re-edit.
Gaz painfully forced her eyes open. They felt swollen and heavy, she knew right away it was from all the crying. She once again cursed at her being a hormonal teenage girl. She glanced over at the clock that sat beside her bed. It read 2:35. Gaz breathed deeply as she went back to staring at her own ceiling, 2:35, was that am or pm, and on what day? She couldn't really recall how long she'd been laying in bed, but she could feel her stomach twist in pain begging for food.
As she sat up she felt a sharp pain from her arm. Gaz pulled her weight off her arm and stared at the near fresh cut that was now there. First it ran smooth running near but not on the vein of her arm then suddenly went jagged. Gaz closed her eyes in shame and fingered the wound. She really had tried to take her own life away. She had been determined to have ended her life, she felt that no one would notice her absence but something in her brain had questioned if she really was correct, if really she would be better off ending her life, if nobody really did care for her. And once again wound up crying like a pathetic three year old.
Gaz reopened her eyes and moaned when her stomach made a rather loud outcry begging to be filled. Slowly she made her way down to the kitchen, based on the brightness of the house and the silence Gaz had to guess that it was the afternoon.
She fumbled around the fridge a while looking for something decent to eat that she could just quickly warm up, but everything was either molded or close to it, she also noticed that she'd never bought more soda like she meant to. She sighed she was going to have to go out and buy something, she quickly looked at herself, she'd have to change before doing anything, since she never did change her outfit from her Saturday mall trip, and it wasn't currently in the best shape. She took off her shirt revealing a black and purple checkered bra and started heading back to her room to change only to see someone standing right by her door, his mouth agape his top half of his head covered by thick metallic goggles, and his green skin somehow looking a little less green than normal.
Gaz felt blood rush to her cheeks, her embarassment quickly turning to anger, "What are you doing inside my house Zim?"
AUTHOR"S NOTE: WOOO! A NEW CHAPTER not exactly my favorite, but its been a while since I wrote anything so this was jut more for getting back in the swing of things, anyway hope ya'll liked it.
