I don't really know what I'm going to do with what was in the first chapter but I'll keep it there for a while untill I decide what to do with it. Oh, and I wrote that first whole chapter on the way to church one day when there was Christian music on. That's kinda weird because I was -forced- to listen to..well..Christian music. When I wrote this particular chapter, it was literally the only thing I have ever wrote on paper before hand. So I guess this is my author notes and OMG thankies for teh reivews DLBN, animeninjaNIPPON, and Techno Doofus who will be so happy to see I updated!
Disclaimer: I don't own the infamous crazy Dib or the Shrink Zim.
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Epilogue:Every week I go to Zim's house. He's the only one I can trust nowadays. Heck, he's the only person, or should I say... alien, that actually understands what I tell him. Or tries to anyway. regardless of his appearance, I think I have more trust in him than my own sister. I can't even her the things that go on in my head, much less tell her my secrets. After a few months of chasing Zim around, I eventually gave up because no one believed my attempts to capture him and shout out to the whole world that he's an alien (which he still IS by the way). Besides, who said that the worst of enemies can't be friends? Over time, people can change. I now know that Zim can't destroy the Earth because I'm still living to stop him at every corner if he tries to. Still, I wonder what goes on in his head every day after 'it' happened.. I said it was an accident but he thought there was something more to my action than I said it was...
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Over the years, our friendships grew and the bond between us got stronger. At the same time however, my troubles rose, and I felt I couldn't take it anymore. I was vulnerable. But everything seemed to happen all at once, colliding together, forming the car wreck of my life.
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"...But maybe the world is out to get me! Zim? Do you have to go through horrible things like I have to?"
Zim grabbed a pencil from the desk he was sitting at and tapped it absent-mindedly.
"Well, sort of… Remember the week I never talked to anyone and never did my.. "work" at skool?"
"Yes, why?"
He sighed slightly when he replied.
"My Tallest -Leaders of Irk (My planet), and the ones who sent me here in the first place-just recently in this week told me my 'mission'…"
I noticed that around about now, Zim was holding that pencil quite firm. He paused for a minute, trying to hide his grief that was resurfacing.
"Was… a lie…"
The pencil he was holding snapped in two, and half of it flew at me. I barely dodged it. (A/N: Yep, that was pretty cheesy right there)
Wow, Zim keeps his pencils pretty sharp!
The tip speared right into the couch seat. Zim didn't seem to notice, though. He just stared out of the window, like always when he had strong emotions or when cooking up a secret plan of his.
"Every day now I have to carry this burden… Like you have to with your mother… What was her name again?"
"Charlotte." (A/N: Reference of me lol)
I have to cheer him up, as long as me. But he's my COUNSILER. Maybe he's not as cut out as I once thought he was.
Zim is so beautiful when he's sad… What the hell? Was I honestly just thinking that! Holy shnikeys I was!
I laughed. No, not the ordinary "funny" laugh, but the kind when you need to forget everything, and just, well, LAUGH. I haven't done that in so long. Zim gave me the weird-eyed look, followed not close behind with an "Eh?" that he famously does. "Um, it's nothing. Really."
I probably should have stopped giggling. Zim got up and walked right up in front of the spot that I was at, totally facing me. "Dib, I'm your personal shrink. You can tell me anything and everything."
I tried to avert my gaze but couldn't. Zim definetly knows how to get his info. His penetrating stare practically blindsided me. "Dib-smell, I'm your best friend. Tell me." I tried to shake off his words. After all, it was just a silly random thought… hopefully. If I told him now, he'd freak out, especially after seeing me giggle like a little fangirl, so why should I tell him?
I decided to make up something on the spot.
"Um, er… I caught Miss Bitters, on tape, reading PlayBoys…" Zim chuckled. Yeah, that was pretty funny, even for me. "Sorry Dib, that would've worked on anyone, but unfortunately you are a poor liar." He put a hand on my shoulder. "Please tell me Dib." I had sudden impulses to jump on Zim. But I choked down the dirty thought. I'm not... gay, am I? Surely something is wrong with me! Like maybe its just a 'phase' I have to go through or a virus I somehow have… (A/N: And honestly, peoples, don't be thinking its AIDS or something…)
Zim repeated his question again. When I didn't reply, he sort of sulked and went back to sit in his desk chair. Then he spun it around with his back facing to me. Zim motioned for me to leave. "Goodbye Dib. We'll have another session next week. See you soon." Reluctantly, I put my trench coat on and quickly walked out the front door, but barely heard Zim faintly mutter, "I'll miss you Dibby….."