Disclaimer: They ain't mine yo. Foshizzle meh nizzle.

Authors note: Are you ready for disturbing, dark, icky, incest-y angst? Of course you are! We all love it. Riiiiight? Oo;;

Your memory still haunts me to this day.

I wonder some times...would that have made you happy?

For the rest of my life thoughts of you lingering in my consciousness making me shudder in disgust or fear?

Does that sound pleasant Mother?

Would you have been happy knowing you left scars?

Or would you finally have seen your wrong?

I can still hear you saying my name. It fell off your lips like water, sliding down smoothly without hazard. Like it was second nature. You shouldn't say my name like that. It shouldn't sound so natural. It's not natural. You're not natural. I'm not natural.

Do you know I can still feel your hands?

In my nightmares I'm helpless to stop them, they claw at me. A gentle caress feels like sharp nails, hatefully digging into tender flesh.

When I'm awake I can feel them ghosting over my body, and I freeze, paralyzed with the need to do something. To run. To writhe. But I know that it won't help. So I stay still, hoping that if I do nothing that I'll fade away and it will all end.

You kisses burned like hot metal, a brand, so much worse than the cigarette you held to my skin, making me swear to keep silence within a world of mindless pain. I had to obey. It was the only way to make the burning stop. The horrible burning.

When I wake from my nightmares I swear that I can still smell my own charred flesh. Old wounds sting painfully in the aftermath.

I force myself to bay back, panting, until the burning ceases. The position is uncomfortable. I never sleep on my back anymore. That's how you liked me. I never sleep on my back.

Even long after you're gone, I still hold dear to those things that would have made you angry. And I do them. Just to spite you. The memory of you.

You said I looked just like him. You said that I couldn't understand. You said it was all his fault. Father. I don't think it was his fault. I think you drove him away yourself, Mother. That's why he is the way he is. He saw right through your façade. He saw the filth that is you. He's the way he is now because of you.

It's all your fault.

He couldn't stand reality. That he had fallen in love with a monster.

I can remember when you first looked at Gaz in that calculating way. The way you looked at me in public, when you didn't want people to know what you were thinking. It scared me. You had a new idea.

Gaz.

She was the spitting image of you.

Just like I was the spitting image of him.

Your twisted mind made a connection.

You wanted me to touch her.

I wouldn't.

No matter what you did to me.

I took any punishment and painful infliction without bending to your will.

That made you angry.

So you made her touch me.

And it broke her.

And it made you happy.

You had a new puppet. A much more obedient one than me.

Then Father found the tapes when looking for his lab surveillance recording.

They took you away in body.

But your memory still haunts me.

Your memory still haunts me to this day.

Authors note: o.o....eeehhhh...I think I lost track somewhere in there. Oo;;

Oh well!

So here comes the end of my first Invader Zim fanfic. xD

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