Hello. I decided to write another One-Shot. A sequel to, Stifled Scream.
I'm sure you're all wondering what happens to Dib, right? Heh heh. So sad. Why does this always happen in my fics? Nyeh. Whatever.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, zip, zilch. nada. Zero.
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3:02 AM
The clock never lies.
Wheee. A year's anniversary of cutting.
What fun.
Blinking, I think back to that day... night... morning... whatever...
I have no idea what made me do it.
I don't remember why... why my hand made that move...
I don't remember by what force I swept that blade through the air and into my wrist.
I don't remember.
I don't remember much, anyway.
I've changed so much... so much...
I don't even care about this year's exams anymore.
I only care about stopping Zim.
Oh... god...
This isn't me.
This cannot be me.
Heh heh.
So pathetic I am...
I even found something... artistic... in this... "hobby" of mine.
Eyes closed, I roll up my sleeve.
Opening my eyes, I look at my arm.
I have cut in the following:
A Swollen Eyeball Logo.
A heart.
A plus sign... or is that a cross? I dunno. Neither of those seems to make much sense for someone like me...
My initials, of course.
And, a small, beautiful piece of art, of Zim...
Being dissected.
Heh heh heh. God, I'm sick...
I drew it on my arm and traced. Simple and fun! You can do it too kids!
But I'd rather you didn't.
Unless you are willing to take full responsabilty for your actions, and not sue me. In that case, go for it. It'd amuse me.
I feel a deep sigh rattle in my chest.
...
Who knew it could be so...
Addicting?
Cutting, I mean.
I didn't.
Obviously.
If I did, I wouldn't be here.
Or would I?
I feel as if I'm alone in this... unpleasantness.
But what sucks is...
That I'm not.
That... really... sucks...
No one should have to feel like this.
But many others do, and myself. I know this.
But then again, I deserve it.
For being such a... damn... idiot.
I'll never beat Zim.
Earth is doomed.
If the survival of our species depends on me, then... we are all doomed.
It sucks.
SO MUCH...
...
I can't. I can't beat Zim, he has the equipment... the smarts... yes, he is smart, manical though he may be...
He is also crazy and fanatical enough to try something drastic. Like killing me. He tried to, with those piggies...
Heh heh. I must sound crazy.
...
The one purpose in my life... to destroy Zim and save earth... is hopeless.
...
I don't want to be here.
I don't want to be here when Zim wins.
I won't.
I don't want to see my efforts fail, my family die, my species blotted out from existance as if it never was...
I refuse to.
I sigh... again... I think I sigh too much.
My eyes are tired of the sun.
My mind is tired of this twisted game.
My wrists are tired of that blissfully damned knife.
My whole body and mind... is tired... are tired... whatever grammatical form you use.
The point is... I'm tired.
Therefore... I'm gonna go back to sleep...
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Yeah. He's probably OOC. Well, like he said, he changed a lot. o.o
-YAWN- You know the drill. I whine and complain about how much I suck, and you review.
So review. Now. Please? o.o