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,
flash back flash backs and memories
BLAH different points of view
'"Blah voices"' in head
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
ZIM
"Dib" Zim shouted, trying to grab the razor from out of Dib's hand. "Leave me alone Zim…I deserve it" he cried, jerking his arm out of Zim's grasp and preparing to make another slit. "Dib…please, give me the blade" he said slowly, not wanting to upset the boy further. "Why" he said not moving an inch either way. "I don't want you to hurt yourself" Zim said, edging toward the sobbing boy.
"You don't love me…you want me dead" he yelled, tears obscuring his vision. "No…I could NEVER want you dead" Zim said, sternly. "Yes you do" he said sadly. "You don't love me…no one dose." Dib said, moving to make his final slit.
"WAIT" Zim yelled, trying to stall for time. "Dib…why do you think that no one loves you." Zim asked edging slightly forward. 'Because…they all blame me" he said, turning towards Zim who stood still as to not alarm Dib. "Blame you for what?" "My mother's death…it is my fault…everything's my fault.." Dib said, looking at the blade in his hand. "No it's not dib." 'I've got to calm him down' he thought franticly. "dib…you said that you thought that I hated you…why?" he asked, knowing the answer, but trying to keep Dib talking.
"I'm always trying to stop you,…you must hate me" he said simply, not noticing Zim's movement. "I don't" Zim said simply, edging up closer. "I could never hate you…in fact…I…" 'what do I feel for Dib' Zim asked himself. ' I care a bout weather or not he's hurt…and I want him to like me…I care about him…but do I…love him?" Zim asked himself, watching Dib's every move.
"What do you feel for me Zim…hatred…disgust…pity" Dib said, not looking up. "I…I feel…" Zim thought inwardly struggling with his emotions "I do not hate you…and I am not disgusted by you…I do pity you, but that isn't the reason that I want you to stop" Zim said, inching forward. 'I'm almost there' Zim thought inching forward the last few steps. "And why is that Zim" Dib asked looking up too late.
Zim grabbed Dib's arm and watched as the blade fell from Dib's hand. Zim grabbed dib around the waist, but unfortunately, dib grabbed the blade before Zim could pull him out into the open. Zim tackled dib, and sat on his waist pinning his hands down and being careful not to further injure Dib's already mutilated arms.
"See…you do hate me" Dib yelled, tears still streaking down his face. "No, I want to save you" Zim panted, shaking the blade out of Dib's hand. " If you didn't hate me, then you would let me die…I deserve it" Dib cried. "You don't deserve to die….you deserve to live and be happy…you deserve to be saved." Zim said, looking down at his crying figure. "You can't save me" Dib cried, trying to wiggle out of Zim's grasp.
"Maybe…but I can try" Zim said, pressing his lips firmly on top of dibs'. instantly dib froze, and after a few seconds he relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of Zim's soft lips on his.
"Don't you see Dib-worm" Zim said releasing his hold on dib. "I'll help you" Zim said, waiting for Dib's reply.
"Why do you care" Dib asked, sitting up. "Because I do dib worm, because I do" Zim said, leaning forward and placing another light kiss on Dib's soft lips.