Oh lord, I have a feeling you're gonna kill me after this…_ all I have to say is, keep in mind that things aren't what they seem. THIS IS NOT THE EEEEND!!
Warnings: Bad Facts most likely, ooc-ness most likely, the usual…
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I'm not smart or cool enough to own it.
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It was drizzling, a light soft splatter of rain that dried almost as soon as it hit the ground. The sky was clouded over, making the night so much darker, lit up only by softly glowing streetlamps that barely made a dent in the darkness. The rain made a nice noise, a quiet pitter-patter that was only broken by distant rumbles of thunder, the kind one could only hear, but couldn't feel. The city might've made a noise, but tonight, the streets were uninhabited. It was like the impending feeling of something was keeping the city quiet, dramatic, waiting for whatever it was to happen.
Gaz liked the rain, or had, at least. It felt so long since she'd been there, like years had passed since she was alive, even if it had, in reality, only been two or so days. Back when they had a mom, Dib, Gaz and their Mother had gone on a trip, probably to somewhere near the Grand Canyon, because he remembered giant looming walls of rock, taller than anything he'd seen before. During their stay there had been a thunderstorm, bigger and scarier then he'd ever seen before.
But Gaz hadn't been afraid. In fact, if anything, she had been fascinated by the blowing winds, the thunder and lightning, the rain as it fell to the earth in big wet splatters. The lightning had landed too close for Dib's own comfort, but Gaz had loved it, the flash of light followed by the loud crack of noise, and, if the bolt was close enough, a responding vibration in the earth.
Dib sat under a streetlamp, remembering that time, when he still had a true life, not something devoted to paranormal study only, or to catching an alien, or to trying to live when there really was no point. He was only slightly wet, the drizzling rain clinging to his hair and skin, and not evaporating. Dib had yet to take the full bottle of painkillers in his hand, but somehow he didn't think the bottle of water he'd taken from the foster-home was going to be enough to swallow it all down.
Staring blankly at the bottle in his hands, Dib thought about earlier. He had been to Zim's to drop off his note; he didn't really know why he had written a note, but he had left it to the only person he thought would acknowledge him at all. Why not, after all? If anything, it would cheer the alien up. Or, that's what Dib supposed.
It was still dark, mostly because of the clouds that hung over the sky, even if it was in the AM sometime. Dib had wandered the streets after delivering the note, not ready to take the pills, and not quite sure why he was waiting. And as he walked, his thoughts spun round and round, tormenting him with things he didn't want to remember right then; memories of being beat up, being made fun of, losing his mother, most recently losing the rest of his family, the worst moments of his life. He couldn't stop thinking about the worst times, and it only fueled his depression. And yet he didn't take the pills.
Dib could only guess what time it was, and his guess wasn't very good. Maybe it was three in the morning, maybe five, he wasn't sure, he didn't know. He wished that he could stop time, just then; left in the rainy, dead, and silent world, and he wouldn't have to deal with other people anymore. But somewhere, in the back of his mind, Dib knew if he stopped time then, he'd only succeed in making himself go insane, subject to the twirl of unpleasant thoughts that clouded his mind, that he couldn't stop thinking about.
Somewhere, probably a few blocks away, a car started, breaking the almost peaceful silence Dib had gotten used to. Surprisingly, even the car seemed quieter as it zoomed down a road not that far away, also like it was waiting for something either miraculous or terribly horrible to happen.
It didn't seem to really matter to Dib, he still stared, eyes glazed, at the bottle of painkillers in his hand. Nobody would have known it, but Dib had decided on something as soon as he heard the car's engine.
The lone boy set down the water bottle he had brought with him out of dislike for taking pills dry, and unscrewed the lid of the painkillers. And he started taking them, three pills at a time with small gulps of water in between. He didn't count the amount, he didn't calculate, he only knew he was taking a lethal dose.
Dib felt woozy after taking so many pills so quickly, or maybe it was the drugs kicking in already, he didn't know. All that Dib did understand as he decended to the pavement in a slow fall was that maybe, just maybe it would finally be over.
The last thing he heard before his fall into semi-unconsciousness was that of the sound of an empty pill bottle on the pavement, and the gentle tapping of the drizzling rain.