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ckret2-I like your random trivia! I'm very random myself, actually…
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Black Silver-Well, sadly I never saw the play, but we practiced it in my Drama class last year. I wish my skool would put on Bang Bang, but this year we're doing the first Cheaper By the Dozen and I'm an understudy for a snobby teacher named Ms. Brill who is amazing close to Ms. Bitters in character!
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"Why did you kill us?" asked Zita, this time more kind than before.
"I already told you!" replied Dib. He started to feel uncomfortable. Sure, he had always believed in ghosts, but these were not ghosts. They were supposed 'illusions' of dead people he had killed. How he felt like the kid from Sixth Sense!
"'I don't know' is not an answer, Wormbaby. It is an excuse for telling truth that you would not prefer to say." ZIM told him.
Dib sighed. He tried to ignore the stares from the deceased in the room, but it was quite hard to take his mind off them. They continued to keep their eyes on him, making him more uneasy as the time went by.
"Can you leave me alone for a few minutes, so I can think about the answer?" Dib asked, using this for an excuse for them to depart from his presence.
"If we leave you alone, then you won't think about your wrong-doing. You'll try to get away with it," said Gaz.
Dib's left eye twitched. They really could see into his mind. Were they illusions? Was this some kind of nightmare? He sat on his cold bed again and looked down at the rusty floor. A wave of guilt spread through his body, but he pushed it away as quickly as it came.
* * * *
A lady with short brown hair stood before the two boys. ZIM forced tears and looked upset. "That insane boy with insane thoughts beat me up for no reason! He's a bad human, lock him up!" He cried.
The lady looked at Dib disdainfully and shook her head. "Dib, come into my office. ZIM, go find the school nurse and get help," said the lady.
ZIM obediently turned around, even though his destination was not to the skool nurse. He shot a smirk at Dib when the lady wasn't looking. Dib gritted his teeth and clenched his fists to contain his rage at the alien. He reluctantly followed the woman into her office. The label on her room door read: Principal. Of course, Dib had been in this room many times before for accusing students of being some type of paranormal phenomenon. He had received numerous detentions for those incidents, and he was almost always right.
The principal told Dib to have a seat; He did as he was told. Dib looked at the ground and refused to look the lady in the eyes.
"Dib, why did you attack an innocent child?" She asked, getting straight to the point.
"First of all, he's not innocent," began Dib. "Second of all, he's not a child. He's a-" Dib caught himself. If he had finished his sentence, he would have gotten himself into more trouble then he already was for contradicting the principal.
"I am not to be corrected, for I am ALWAYS right," began the woman. "ZIM wasn't doing anything to you and you beat him up!"
"Did you have any witnesses?" Dib asked.
"That's not the point! I saw it!" she said.
Man, this lady would never pass as a lawyer, thought Dib. He decided this was going nowhere, so he found enough courage to walk out of the room, and ignore the Principal's yelling of him to come back.
He sped up his pace a little bit and after he made sure the principal wasn't following, he went to his first period class to begin another dreadful skool day.
* * * *
Dib wiped the sweat off of his forehead. Yet he was not sweating because of the heat, for it was cold and damp in his jail cell. It was his nervousness that kept him from freezing to death.
Of course, anybody would freak out if they had the eyes of classmates and their younger sister they assassinated watching their every move, right? Though, it wasn't every day that a sixteen year old boy would kill people out of nowhere.
The dead in front of him never took their eyes off of him. They stood all around him as if they were looking into his mind. Somehow he began to feel what they were feeling. A dark emptiness gripped his soul, and it was hard for him to breathe. Everything darkened. Echoes of yells and screams bounced off the walls. His arms and legs felt limp and he dropped to the floor. He choked gripped his chest. Once he regained his strength, he gasped for air.
"This is just a taste of what we're going through because of you," Gaz's voice rang in the boy's ears. "We're plunged into this for eternity."
"And it's your entire fault," cackled ZIM cruelly.
"No, it's not!" Dib retorted. "It's YOURS. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have killed you!"
"That's the stupidest thing I've heard in all my life!" Zita said while throwing her hands up in the air. "It was YOU who decided to do it, Dib, not us! Therefore you are responsible for your own actions!"
Dib was taken aback by this remark. He was speechless for once. He wasn't prepared to lose to them. A lot had changed in him throughout the years, yet his determination to succeed never left him. He tried to think of what to say, but couldn't find the words.
* * * *
After the skool-day full of Dib dodging the principal ended, he headed home with Gaz as usual. She walked beside him, eyes glued to her Game Slave V. None of them spoke for once; this was a very surprising event due to the fact that Dib usually couldn't keep his mouth shut for a minute at the least.
When Dib opened the door to enter his home, Kya stood by the stairs, blocking both of them from going to their rooms which at that time was their favorite place in the house.
"Dib," Kya began sternly. "Your principal called me today."
Dib refused to look the woman in the eyes. He knew quite well what she was talking about.
"She said that you harassed a foreign green boy," said Kya. Gaz snuck behind Kya and managed to grab a soda without being seen. She walked into another room.
"She's lying," Dib replied. "Leave me alone."
"Are you lying?" she asked suspiciously. She put her hands on her hips and was obviously irritated.
"No," Dib said. "It's nothing. Move."
Kya looked exhausted. She gave up on the boy and walked away. Dib went up to his room as hoped for. Mysterious Mysteries was cancelled two years ago, but the re-runs still lived on another channel. Dib still enjoyed the re-runs even though he had seen them all about ten times.
He was really beginning to be displeased with life. He had dreamed of being someone important, someone to make a difference in the world, someone that would save humanity. He hadn't progressed much in the sixteen years of his life. What was the point of trying, anyway? ZIM wouldn't get any smarter.
You can take care of that, you know.
Dib jumped. He swore he heard someone. He looked around cautiously, wondering if someone had managed to hide in his room and beat all of the high-tech security his father had installed in his home. Dib figured it was his imagination, that is, until he heard another.
You can make your pain disappear.
"Wh-Who's there?" Dib asked, scared out of his wits. "Show yourself!" He tried to seem confident.
We cannot be seen, only heard.
"Huh?" Dib shuddered. He backed up and turned around, trying to find the person (or people) who spoke to him.
We told you, you can't see us.
"Go away," Dib snapped, figuring that was the most powerful thing he could say at this certain situation.
We can help you.
"H-how?"
It's easy.
Dib figured he was dreaming. He tried the old 'let's-see-if-I'm-dreaming trick: he pinched himself. Nothing happened except a red blotch on his arm from where he pinched himself.
You're not dreaming, Dib.
"How do you know my name?"
We're in your head.
This seemed oddly familiar. Dib then remembered the whole 'Nightmare World' incident. He hadn't experienced any reality jumps, nor had he messed around with his father's equipment.
End the pain right now.
"Do you mean suicide?" he inquired more quietly.
Pretty much, yes.
The thought had never really occurred to him before. If he did, he would end all the mocking, the laughing, and all the other pains of his life. He couldn't give in. If he did, ZIM would win. ZIM couldn't win.
Dib foolishly left the door open. He watched his sister give him a partially confused and concerned look. She shook her head and went back to rapidly pressing the buttons of her Game Slave V.