An: Sorry for the late chapter. I was REALLY focused on my studies. I wanted to post this on December but it didn't actually work out. Happy New Year everyone.
His vision was cloudy and it almost seemed like it was a chimera; almost. It was dark, nothing could be seen in the pitch black room. Empty. Everything seemed empty as a voice screamed in a echo. His own voice, crying for help or any source of life in the echoing room. He was trapped, couldn't move as if he was strapped onto something.
HELP! HELP! GET ME OUT OF HERE! The voice screams and continues to echo. The cries for help suddenly stopped when a powerful beam of light flashed in the room, the boy squinting his eyes shut from not used to such a light from being in a dark room for a long period of time. There stood a single man, wearing a white lab coat with a clipboard in his hand.
"So you're our patient? I figured." A deep voice escapes the man's throat and wrote something down with a pencil on the paper on the clipboard. The boy who opened his eyes to see the source of the voice, looked around the room as well. It was a room with just the color white; walls, ceiling and floor. "W-Where am I!?" He screams again, throwing his thrashing legs, arms, and torso to escape the chair that he's strapped onto.
The tall man stares at the terrified expression on the boys face and smirks behind his surgical mask. Obviously the man didn't answer but the sound of two doors opening, pulling the boy off the chair and quickly placed him in a straight jacket. His whole body, besides his head and feet to only maneuver around the room, was binded.
"That we can not tell you little boy." The man said and pushed the boy out of the room. "Come on." He nearly spatted out as if he was poison. He pushed the boy into a dark hallway, not too dark to not see but enough. Sounds of insane laughter creeping up along the walls, scratching and banging of metal.
The boy jumps at each little sound, tears slowly building up in his eyes. He didn't know what was going on. All he remember is being in his home, doing his homework and went to bed. Soon, the man opened a cell with a lock combination that only a handful of people know. Pushing the boy inside and locking the door, the boy stood there with wavering eyes, tears falling down. The only thing in the room was a bathroom in one corner of the room, a bed in the other and a window near the ceiling, bars keeping from him escaping. "W-Why am I here!?" He screams loudly, sounds of laughter climbing up the walls.
There was no answer. Only the sound of screaming and laughter in the distance. The boy curls up the corner of the room, above the only source of light coming through the window. Just then, a small, red ladybug crawls down the wall and next to the boy, crawling up his leg and onto his trembling straight jacket. The boy looks at the lady bug and whimpers, "...What's going on Ladybug...?" He asked, wanting to be comforted by any source of warmth in the cold, and dark room.
Dib lets out a bleeding scream, sitting up from his bed and bows his head. His entire body, with the exception of only having his boxers on, was covered in sweat; black raven hair falling down in front of his face and cheeks. He rubs his face with a hand, trying to clear his thoughts. His dreams are always like this. Flashback after flashback. It was Saturday night, the night Keef, Zim, and himself went out to the fair. They went on rides and went back home with Zim by Keef's side.
Rage suddenly filled the Paranormal Investigator, making a small growl at just that one word. Keef. His blood starts to boil slowly, clenching his teeth as he grinded them in a fit of rage, trying to calm himself down. Why am I getting so angry over him? He hasn't done anything wrong... He argued in his thoughts, contemplating whether or not he should even bother with the situation. He groans, holding onto his head with a single hand, scratching his head. "Just... ignore it.." He said under his breath, kicking his feet off the bed to get dressed.
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Although it was a Sunday, Dib still wanted to get out of the house, it already being suffocated with his sisters evil aura and her furious fingers hitting the keys on her GS3. He shivers at the thought, though the sun was warming him as a cold wind blows by. His mind was still buzzing from the dream – more like a nightmare – he had last night. I hope none of the stuff happens again... It was terrible.. He thought, frowning as he squints his eyes at the cracks of the concrete sidewalk. Everything that happened up until today, made him want to throw up. Just even thinking about the Crazy Fun House for Boys made him ill.
He had to get his mind off that, and the best way to do so is go to a large Sycamore tree. It's long branches reached up high in the sky above a cliff, having the perfect star-gazing view. Whenever Dib was feeling down, he would visit the tree to see the constellations up in the sky. He would lay back on the trunk of the tree in the middle, staring up at the gazing dark blue atmosphere, hazel eyes sparkling in wonder; wondering what life forms could be up there.
A boy could dream of being in a space air craft, being able to go up into the mysterious wonders of the cold darkness of space. Not only that, he's always wanted to go planet Mars or even Jupiter. It appealed to him that there were more alien lifeforms other than Irkens, Vortians, and Plookesians. Maybe there a species similar to humans; however, Irkens are similar too but Dib wants to find an alien who is different.
Speaking of planets and other astronomy positions, Dib moved towards the local public park in the middle of the large city. He went through some bushes between some trees and there, up ahead, was a large forest of trees. It would talk a few minutes to get to the large sycamore tree and the cliff with the crashing ocean against the rocks.
Dib looks up and sees the large tree. The first thing he did was grab the closet branch and start climbing. The sounds of wind and the waves hitting the rocky cliff below, making it heart-racing to think of how far the drop can be. The Paranormal Investigator reached the very top of the tree, sitting on a safe, thick branch with his legs dangling off. Behind his large circle glasses were his deep hazel eyes staring up at the dark blue and purple sky, white light bulbs shining through that deep darkness.
He always thought the stars, billions and trillions of stars, were many different planets, more things to discover. He reached a pale hand up to touch a star but it was far out of his reach, making his arm fall back down his side. Just then, a flash of light flew across the sky, making his hazel eyes shot open. It was a shooting star...
Dib frowns and his eyes fell a little, thinking deeply. What could he possibly wish for? It wasn't going to work anyways. Nothing works. Especially the medication his therapist gives him from his meetings to him. His fingers slowly clench to fists, grabbing onto the bark of the tree, squinting his eyes shut as he bowed his head. He didn't know what to do. All those days, months, inside that horrible cell made him insane. But as other people see it, that made him more insane.
The boy with the scars desperately holds back the voice that he wanted to scream at all the people he wanted to cuss, even trash at. He was tired; tired of people calling him insane when they know absolutely nothing about him. They didn't know he was a clone. They don't know anything about Zim being an alien either. Dib debated whether or not if it was pointless to continue his life. Life is long, but if you have no goal in life, there's no reason why you should continue your steps up the ladder of achieving the bar you need to catch.
Where has everything gone to? He thought, gasping as another shimmer was shined in the dark. Only this time, it wasn't a shooting star..
