I can't fucking believe he finally did it. After all this time, he…took over the world?! How is that possible? Can a five foot two alien really have complete and total control of an entire planet? Why is he doing this anyway? What did the earth ever do to him? I'm tired of this hiding. I can't hide forever in this small, damp cave with these other survivors. Gaz, Dad…they're all gone. Dead. Killed. By his hands. I don't even know how he managed to do it. One morning, I awoke to find millions screaming, all at once. It made my ears bleed. Why was I hearing this much pain? I could hear mothers being ripped away from their children, watching helplessly as the children were beaten to death by unknown and unseen forces. Their limp bodies hung in the air, levitating; the mothers couldn't quite reach them…I watched on as these things happened around me, hoping against everything, that my disturbed yet only family was still alive. I fought my way through the pain, the visions of death and blood, and saw Gaz in the distance. She was standing there, a beautiful woman. She was crying. In my life I had never seen Gaz cry, why was she crying? She held open her arms and I saw her wrists, slit, gushing deep crimson blood down her porcelain arms. The contrasts of colors were so strange and so disgusting that I threw up. I couldn't help it, the horrible, grimy taste past over my tongue and landed on the dark floor. Why would Gaz do something like this to herself? I screamed at her, slapped her across the face. She didn't make a word, just kept crying. I cradled her in my arms as we both slid down to the cold floor. I felt her chest heave in and out, in and out, in…and… How could you do this to me?! I know it was you that did it to Gaz! Why?! She was my sister! The only one that ever paid any attention to me during the skool years, except you of course. I got up from the blood soaked floor, Gaz's blood, pooled beneath her dead motionless form. I walked away, into the darkness; my father must still be alive. I walk past the screams of terror, of pain, of utter horror of what will happen to them, and I see Father. Hanging. His shoes dangling three feet from the ground, his shadow wavering. The noose is taught around his neck, showing his face. I've never seen his face before…handsome. I watch him, knowing there wasn't anything I could do, any way of saving my last reason for existence. I scream. Not of pain, or terror, but of complete and absolute rage. ZIM! You did this to me and now you will pay! I run and the blackness envelops me. A laugh. A maniacal, joyful laugh. Zim. I look around me and there isn't anything to see. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of smiling teeth, an unforgettable set. I turn and blackness meets my eyes. And that was the last thing I saw. I sit here, in the dark, thinking about what happened. I figured out that Zim had taken over, everyone must be dead. I believe this blackness is my punishment. My chastisement for getting in Zim's way all those many years ago. I sit here; I don't know how much time has past. There is no way to tell. I sometimes gnaw at my wrists, ripping the skin and blood vessels to be able to rid myself of this torture. I can never bring myself to do it. Zim…what have you done with the world?
