Disclaimers: They aren't mine. You know that, I know that.why do I even
waste my time clarifying that? You aren't stupid...
Notes: The last chapter was supossed to be called "EPILOGUE" but I couldn't make it do that for some reason -shrugs- anyway, just read and review this chapter... PLEASE, a review would be nice and stop me from killing myself as side-note I'd like to let you know this is being written during the apocaliptic era we are suffering here with my puter (sister downloaded mayor virus, have to re- install it compeltely,. Lost all archives and stuff, weep weep) so... *shrugs* Oh, and I also wanted to let know that I will write until I want for chapter, so if you feel it ends abruptly, it´s because inspiration di so as well.
~text~ means flashback 'text' means inner toughts
28 days later
The teen jolted up from his makeshift bed, sweat falling from his forehead and panting like if he had just stopped from running, barely managing to calm himslef down before he broke down in histerical screaming.
Fighting the urge to scratch his cheecks, brows, eyes, the need to hurt himself, to destroy himself, he took in deep, shuddering breaths, slowly focusing in the living room he was sleeping at the moment.
With trembling hands he picked up his trenchcoat and used it to cover the lithe feminine form that stared at him confusedly from her nestled position over a few cushions next to his side.
"You were having another nightmare."
It wasn´t a question and Dib didn´t bothered with an answer either. He simply started making his way to where he remembered they had found the bathroom.
"Dib."
The teen stopped at the doorframe not turning around.
"You won´t leave me, will you?"
There was silence.
"No." Answered he simply, hating to know he would have to keep his word. Liking it or not, his sister needed him right now, and he couldn't leave her. Leave her would mean her death.
"Dib..."
Dib's eyes widened behind the thick glasses of his lenses. 'Please, don't...' moaned his toughts, but not a sound escaped his lips.
"You did what you could... It wasn't your fault, you know that...? It was *his* fault." Her voice had picked up that well known tone of resentiment she had developted lately. "He tricked you, and him and me..."
Dib couldn't answer. He could just dig his short nails into the wooden frame and hope they would break and start bleeding soon.
Something.
(How coudl you?!)
ANYTHING.
(You betraid me!)
To take his midn off him.
(LIED to me.)
Of what he had done to him.
(AHHHHHHHHH!!!)
His middle and anular fingernails dug into the wood separating the flesh from it, stinging hot and making him take a shuddering breath.
Anything not to remember.
"I can´t believe he could have used us like that! We are his own...Dib?"
He walked to the bathroom, leaving the other teen to open her amber eyes and stare after him, fear tugging her insides.
She failed to notce the shadows that moved behind the courtains in the window.
Dib closed the door to the bathroom and put the lock on. Not wanting to spend more batteries in the flashlighs resting in the wastband of his pants he stared at his reflection.
(whithe.)
He had once said Dib was too pale.
(Looklikeacorpose)
Now he had a slight tan from all the walking under the sun, exepting the dark circles under his eyes.
(justtoopale)
He should have seen him when he was in the hospital. Of course, had Zim been there, he wouldn´t have ended up in urgency in an overdose coma.
He stared at the thin streams of blood pouring from his fingers and idly wondered why was that it always looked like if hand wounds were the faster ones to heal, then shook his head and simply opened the cabinet, picking a jar with aspirines and dry-swallowing them, the terrible flvour making goosebumps rise in his arms.
"... It's so disgusting..." said he, barely making any sound.
He wasn't reffering to the pills.
Lately it seemed like his world was fueled by disgusting, painful things.
And feelings.
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"What do you want?"
Dib stopped, a little freaked out because the alien hadn´t once turned around to see him sneack behind him. He had been too preaocupped impaling defensless ants with a stick.
It had been three weeks since Zim´s last "grand sheme", one that had included him wearing a pink hat, pink dress with lots of ribbons, pink staff and Gir disguised as a yellow, furry, winged...thingie called "Girberos".
Dib shuddered and shook his head to get rid of the disturbing mental Image and found himself staring into purplish blue contacted eyes.
His goal came up to mind again.
"What are you planning this time?!"
Zim gave the playfield a bored look while cleaning the stick of ant bodies.
"Nothing."
Dib frowned and stepped in front of the little alien.
"I don't believe you!"
Zim rose an unexistant eyebrow, gazing at the human, then came back to methodically stab the insects.
"I don't need you to believe me."
he alien got up tossing the stick at Dib´s feet, dusted his stupid pink outfit and walked away.
"Where are you going? Don't think you'll escape from me that easily!"
Dib grabbed the alien by the shoulder and spun him aroudn, facing him.
Then he noticed. There were dark green smudges under his eyes, the corners of them looked a strong pink color, the green skin had a very slight yellowish hue to it and Zim's lips were pressed tightly, his eyes digging holes into Dib´s skin.
"Get away from me."
The voice was deadly calm, but under it Dib tought he could hear a hiss. What really freaked him out was This was something he coudl expect from someoen like Gaz, but not Zim. Zim was always open and obvious when showing his feelings, now they seemed to be tightly surpressed for soem reason Dib couldn't figure out.
Dib dropped his hands and stared in confusion to the retreating alien.
"......."
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Dib's grip in the sink's surface softened and as he stared to the dirty whiteness of it.
That had been the beginning of all this nightmare.
Or maybe it had been the first day he laid eyes in the badly disguised alien, but didn´t noticed it -didn´t realized it- until much later, until that day that for first time he couldn't taunt back the alien.
It didn´t mattered now. Zim was dead, and all was his fault.
If only he hand´t befriended him
If only Zim hadn´t trusted in him that much
If only he had delated all the proofs he had about Zim in his computer.
If only his sister hadn´t foudn him after he had swallowed every freaking pill in the stupid house.
If only.
As if it was a cruel joke on him he heard the sound of grass breaking and his sister vursing.
"GAZ!" yelled he and opened the door, rushing to his siters side.
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Thank you to all the ones that reviewed. From the next chapter on, I'll try to thank the reviewers particulary, but I feel lazy today, sorry. I want to thank especially Red Cliff, who gave me a really nice review and I would say all the ones that reviewed the first time I posted the story, But my reviews were delated and I can't remember their names, but I thank the tought and thank you too for saying my story didn't sucked and that I should ignore flamers.
Notes: The last chapter was supossed to be called "EPILOGUE" but I couldn't make it do that for some reason -shrugs- anyway, just read and review this chapter... PLEASE, a review would be nice and stop me from killing myself as side-note I'd like to let you know this is being written during the apocaliptic era we are suffering here with my puter (sister downloaded mayor virus, have to re- install it compeltely,. Lost all archives and stuff, weep weep) so... *shrugs* Oh, and I also wanted to let know that I will write until I want for chapter, so if you feel it ends abruptly, it´s because inspiration di so as well.
~text~ means flashback 'text' means inner toughts
28 days later
The teen jolted up from his makeshift bed, sweat falling from his forehead and panting like if he had just stopped from running, barely managing to calm himslef down before he broke down in histerical screaming.
Fighting the urge to scratch his cheecks, brows, eyes, the need to hurt himself, to destroy himself, he took in deep, shuddering breaths, slowly focusing in the living room he was sleeping at the moment.
With trembling hands he picked up his trenchcoat and used it to cover the lithe feminine form that stared at him confusedly from her nestled position over a few cushions next to his side.
"You were having another nightmare."
It wasn´t a question and Dib didn´t bothered with an answer either. He simply started making his way to where he remembered they had found the bathroom.
"Dib."
The teen stopped at the doorframe not turning around.
"You won´t leave me, will you?"
There was silence.
"No." Answered he simply, hating to know he would have to keep his word. Liking it or not, his sister needed him right now, and he couldn't leave her. Leave her would mean her death.
"Dib..."
Dib's eyes widened behind the thick glasses of his lenses. 'Please, don't...' moaned his toughts, but not a sound escaped his lips.
"You did what you could... It wasn't your fault, you know that...? It was *his* fault." Her voice had picked up that well known tone of resentiment she had developted lately. "He tricked you, and him and me..."
Dib couldn't answer. He could just dig his short nails into the wooden frame and hope they would break and start bleeding soon.
Something.
(How coudl you?!)
ANYTHING.
(You betraid me!)
To take his midn off him.
(LIED to me.)
Of what he had done to him.
(AHHHHHHHHH!!!)
His middle and anular fingernails dug into the wood separating the flesh from it, stinging hot and making him take a shuddering breath.
Anything not to remember.
"I can´t believe he could have used us like that! We are his own...Dib?"
He walked to the bathroom, leaving the other teen to open her amber eyes and stare after him, fear tugging her insides.
She failed to notce the shadows that moved behind the courtains in the window.
Dib closed the door to the bathroom and put the lock on. Not wanting to spend more batteries in the flashlighs resting in the wastband of his pants he stared at his reflection.
(whithe.)
He had once said Dib was too pale.
(Looklikeacorpose)
Now he had a slight tan from all the walking under the sun, exepting the dark circles under his eyes.
(justtoopale)
He should have seen him when he was in the hospital. Of course, had Zim been there, he wouldn´t have ended up in urgency in an overdose coma.
He stared at the thin streams of blood pouring from his fingers and idly wondered why was that it always looked like if hand wounds were the faster ones to heal, then shook his head and simply opened the cabinet, picking a jar with aspirines and dry-swallowing them, the terrible flvour making goosebumps rise in his arms.
"... It's so disgusting..." said he, barely making any sound.
He wasn't reffering to the pills.
Lately it seemed like his world was fueled by disgusting, painful things.
And feelings.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What do you want?"
Dib stopped, a little freaked out because the alien hadn´t once turned around to see him sneack behind him. He had been too preaocupped impaling defensless ants with a stick.
It had been three weeks since Zim´s last "grand sheme", one that had included him wearing a pink hat, pink dress with lots of ribbons, pink staff and Gir disguised as a yellow, furry, winged...thingie called "Girberos".
Dib shuddered and shook his head to get rid of the disturbing mental Image and found himself staring into purplish blue contacted eyes.
His goal came up to mind again.
"What are you planning this time?!"
Zim gave the playfield a bored look while cleaning the stick of ant bodies.
"Nothing."
Dib frowned and stepped in front of the little alien.
"I don't believe you!"
Zim rose an unexistant eyebrow, gazing at the human, then came back to methodically stab the insects.
"I don't need you to believe me."
he alien got up tossing the stick at Dib´s feet, dusted his stupid pink outfit and walked away.
"Where are you going? Don't think you'll escape from me that easily!"
Dib grabbed the alien by the shoulder and spun him aroudn, facing him.
Then he noticed. There were dark green smudges under his eyes, the corners of them looked a strong pink color, the green skin had a very slight yellowish hue to it and Zim's lips were pressed tightly, his eyes digging holes into Dib´s skin.
"Get away from me."
The voice was deadly calm, but under it Dib tought he could hear a hiss. What really freaked him out was This was something he coudl expect from someoen like Gaz, but not Zim. Zim was always open and obvious when showing his feelings, now they seemed to be tightly surpressed for soem reason Dib couldn't figure out.
Dib dropped his hands and stared in confusion to the retreating alien.
"......."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dib's grip in the sink's surface softened and as he stared to the dirty whiteness of it.
That had been the beginning of all this nightmare.
Or maybe it had been the first day he laid eyes in the badly disguised alien, but didn´t noticed it -didn´t realized it- until much later, until that day that for first time he couldn't taunt back the alien.
It didn´t mattered now. Zim was dead, and all was his fault.
If only he hand´t befriended him
If only Zim hadn´t trusted in him that much
If only he had delated all the proofs he had about Zim in his computer.
If only his sister hadn´t foudn him after he had swallowed every freaking pill in the stupid house.
If only.
As if it was a cruel joke on him he heard the sound of grass breaking and his sister vursing.
"GAZ!" yelled he and opened the door, rushing to his siters side.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Thank you to all the ones that reviewed. From the next chapter on, I'll try to thank the reviewers particulary, but I feel lazy today, sorry. I want to thank especially Red Cliff, who gave me a really nice review and I would say all the ones that reviewed the first time I posted the story, But my reviews were delated and I can't remember their names, but I thank the tought and thank you too for saying my story didn't sucked and that I should ignore flamers.