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
"What's that you've got there Dib" the teacher asked, snatching the note out of Dib's hands. "hmmm" the teacher said reading over the note. "Zim, Dib, school councilor, Now!" the teacher said walking towards the door. Dib watched, his heart racing as Zim walked forward and stood beside the teacher.
"Zim, you are to show this to the councilor" she said, handing the note to Zim. Dib stood and walked out the door which the teacher was holding open. "Good job Zim" Dib said sarcastically. "You just ruined my life" he said his voice deadly serious. "and why is that" Zim asked confused "Because…if you tell them about….my…problem…they'll put me in an asylum" Dib said seriously. "What is this a-sy-lum you speak of" Zim said, looking Dib in the eye. "It's a mental institution" seeing Zim's confused look, Dib clarified. "It's a hospital…it's sort of like a prison…they put people with…problems…like mine in there"
"Well, if it's a hospital, then they can cure you" Zim said looking even more confused. "No Zim…they lock you up and force medicine down your throat and force you to talk against your will." Dib ranted. "So…they torture you to get this information" Zim asked horrified at the prospect of dib being tortured. "no, they keep you locked up until you talk" Dib finished. Zim was silent for a few seconds. "I will save the Dib from this a-sy-lum." Zim shouted looking at Dib expectantly "And what are we going to tell the councilor" Dib asked curiously. 'why would he care…if I was put away, then he would be free to take over the world' Dib thought, voicing his thoughts, he watched as Zim's face lightened, and then contorted.
'''he doesn't care about you''' the voice laughed. '''no one cares about you''' it continued, Dib scowled and tried to block the noise out. "I know" Zim suddenly shouted. "We'll lie" he said, amazed at his 'plan'. 'it took him all that time to come up with that' dib thought, relieved that Zim wasn't going to turn him in.
"Hello," the school councilor said, he was a small man who looked remarkably like a squirrel. "We're here because we were passing notes in class" Dib said truthfully "Alright, what was the note about" the councilor said, his squeaky voice vibrating in the hope of receiving some juicy quarrel. "Just a plan to meet after school so that we could do homework" Zim lied expertly.
"Alright, the man sighed, looking disappointed. "Detention, go sit in my office, I'll be right back" he said walking towards the bathroom.
After hours of sitting there, dib finally spoke. "May I go to the bathroom" he asked, within patiently for the councilor to finish his work on the computer. "sure" he said distractedly not even looking up from his computer
Dib walked out and down the hall, heading straight for his usual stall (the cleanest) in the old bathroom that was rarely used. (they use the newer one.)
He kneeled down and took out his most prized possession, his blade.
ZIM
"Teacher-person, I need to go to the rest-room-facilities" Zim said, standing and leaving without waiting for a reply. 'Dib-worm…please be ok.' he thought heading towards the bathroom that he had found dib in the other day.
Bursting through the door he jacked open the first stall revealing a sobbing dib whose arm was covered in blood.
DIB
'''he doesn't love you…no one dose, not Gaz, not your dad, and not Zim…he hates you''' "that's not true" he sobbed ignoring the loud bang. '''he wants you to hurt yourself…he wants you to kill yourself…he hates you''' '''you love him don't you''' the voice taunted, taking advantage of Dib's weakened state of mind. 'no' he argued, still sobbing '''Yes you do, admit it, you're always staring at him…your thoughts have changed and you know it.''' the voice laughed '''if you love him you will do what he wants you to do…you will kill yourself.''' '''go on…slice away….that's a good boy, hurt yourself, you deserve it after all.''' '''remember what you did to your mother''' it taunted.