Summary: Dib is depressed and Zim notices, will he put aside his need to destroy the earth for someone who he calls an enemy, ZADR slash, set in high school

(AN) Warning, this fic will include cutting, suicidal themes, violence, language, sexual themes, mild to moderate psychosis, self hatred, and other violent or S.I., themes

"Blah" speaking,

'Blah' thinking,

blah+ flash backs and memories

BLAH different points of view

'"Blah voices"' in head

-----blah----- dream

blah Zim's note

blah Dib's note

Disclaimer- I do not in any way own ore hope to own the absolutely wonderful Invader Zim. And sadly, I am in no way associated with its wonderful creator.

Oh, and for this story, I for got to tell you all, I DO NOT CARE IF THIS IS ACCURATE, this story is practically au…or is au….I don't know

And now….on with the story

DIB

'why do I always have to feel so crappy in the morning' he thought to himself as he rolled over, only to bump his cut covered arm on the bedside table. Nearly all of his arms were covered in cuts, some were old and healing while others were fresh. '''because you deserve it''' the voice laughed. 'I do not' he thought bitterly to the voice trying to shut it up. ''' yeah…you keep telling yourself that''' it said sarcastically. ' I will' dib thought, getting up and putting on the day's cloths.

"what do you want Zim" Dib said quietly as he walked out of his front door. Zim was waiting beside the street. "why do you do that to yourself" Zim asked pointing to one of Dib's arms. "I don't know what you're talking about" he said, walking past Zim and down the sidewalk. "oh really" Zim said, grabbing one of Dib's arms and pulling up the sleeve slightly before the arm was yanked from his hand. "don't touch me" Dib said, his voice dangerously low. Turning, he headed toward the school.

"Answer me sti…Dib" Zim said, remembering part of his dream.

"why do you care" Dib asked quietly, not stopping. "I…" "Save it" Dib said, interrupting whatever it was that Zim was going to say. "But…" Zim started but was cut off as Dib entered the school building preventing him from making any more noise.

Dib took his seat and took out his physics book and turned to the proper page. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Zim looking at him with a determined look on his face. 'why dose he care…I don't deserve for him to care…maybe he just wants to study me so he can annihilate me or something' Dib thought, ignoring Zim's concerned gaze.

About midway through the class, a tiny piece of folded paper landed on his desk. Picking it up, he unfolded it and glared at the writing.

Dib, I want to help, please let me save you.

Taking out his pencil, dib scratched a reply.

Zim, I don't want your help

Back and forth the letter went.

why not

because I don't ok

I will save you…mark my words…I will

why do you care

because…I don't know why…but I do

you don't really care

yes I do…I want to save you

?why?

because…I…no longer hate you…I have this annoying compulsion to save you

So your doing this on an impulse…you don't really care?

yes…I mean no…I…do not confuse the almighty Zim