I do not own Invader Zim or any related characters, unfortunatly the wonderfully brilliant and utterly sexy Jhonen Vasquez does. Damn him.

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Chapter 2- Cuts

19 Hours Later 2:45am-

Zim stared out if his window at the black velvet night sky as stars twinkled from millions of light years away. GIR was sleeping peacefully at the end of Zim's bed. He rolled over, mumbling to himself. "Monkeys…cows…DOOKIE!" He was talking in his sleep. Zim had grown quit fond of GIR, even though he still got on his nerves sometimes. Turning his head away from GIR her redirected his attention back to the sky. One star shone brighter than the others. In fact, it wasn't a star it was a planet. He wondered if it was his home plant, Irk.

"Irk isn't my home anymore…Earth is." He sat there for then next half hour and went over the events that lead up to him finding out the truth about his so-called 'mission.' First, they stopped answering his calls, and when he did manage to get hold of them, they made up some lame excuse to leave and hang-up on him. Then, they started calling him names, pointing out his flaws, and commenting on the other invaders remarkable progress compared to his. Finally the day came when the Tallest told him that his mission was a joke. From that moment on, he just gave up. He lost all hope. Nothing mattered to him anymore. It was all over.

He snapped back to reality as GIR rolled over and fell to the floor with a dull, metal thud. Zim smiled a little half smile, but it couldn't hide the tears in his eyes. A lump formed in the throat as he began to cry. He knew he wasn't the best invader. He wasn't a genius, but he still wasn't an idiot. If only the Tallest had taken him more seriously, things would of turned out differently. Things would have been better.

Through silent tears, he made his way downstairs towards the kitchen. He opened up on of the drawers and started shuffling around. After a few seconds, he pulled out a knife. It was sharp and gleamed brightly in the soft moonlight. He stared at the blade for a few minuets before bringing it down to his pale green skin. Her pressed it hard against his flesh and slowly dragged it across. 1…2…3 times he did it. He watched as red beads of blood oozed from the cuts. They quickly turned to thin streams and rolled down his arm.

The knife dropped to the floor with a clatter as Zim rushed to the kitchen sink. Her held his arm over it and was about to turn on the faucet, but remembering what water did to him, he snatched up a towel and held it over his cuts. He pressed it hard over his over his wounds until the bleeding stopped. He winced as he pulled the towel away to examine the damage he inflicted.

The cuts were deep, red, and encrusted with blood. Sighing again, he brushed away a tear from his eye, bent over and picked up the knife. He whipped away the blood and headed upstairs. He took one last look at the night sky before putting the knife in the drawer of his nightstand and lying on his bed. He quickly glanced over at his alarm clock, it read 3:27am. He yawned and closed his eyes, drifting quickly into sleep.

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I'm am not to good at comming up with chapter titles, so sorry this on sucks. Anyways, here is chapter 2. Now, because I want reviews (good or bad, I DON'T CARE!) I won't be posting chapter 3 untill I get some. So if you like it and want me to continue, give me some reviews. If you don't like me (or my story...) tell me why. Well, later humans! Untill next time!

Katt