[I am owned by Invader Zim, which, in turn, is owned by Jhonen Vasquez.
Stargaze Sorrow
"I can't believe her. . ."
Locked up in his room; I can hear muffled sobs. He was yelling, crashing things –his prized possessions, no less. His voice echoes in my mind: "I can't believe her, Gaz!" His tone was one I've never heard him use before; so sad, so angry. He's never been so deceived. He loved her and she loved him, but she wasn't here for love –she was secretly on Zim's side even though she wanted to get rid of Zim. . . She wants Earth but she wants Dib; she can't make up her mind so she tries to take both -offers to get rid of everyone but Dib. He didn't understand that someone so perfect to him could turn so evil –he wants to run so he runs home, but there's no love here. Father doesn't care, and I try to ignore him. It's hard, looking into his auburn eyes, so watery and distressed. I'm sort of glad he went to his room.
The doorbell rings; the bell chimes happily and rather loud, followed by my father asking me to get the door. Both disturbances are out of place in such depressing of times. I grunt and go to the door, flinging it open and glowering at the raspberry redhead outside. Unfazed, she sweeps her hair out of her icy green eyes, which I noticed (with pleasure that even Dib would share) were puffy and red.
"I need to talk to Dib." She tells me, voice steady with a hint of desperation that she can't seem to hide. I smirk.
"Frankly, I don't think Dib wants anything to do with you right now. He's been tearing up his room for the past two hours because of what you did to him."
Burn. Big time.
I could tell from the look on her face when I closed the door that the answer I gave her was not the answer she wanted. I smiled to myself and walked away, going upstairs to sit in front of Dib's bedroom door. The sorrow and unhappiness that he was emanating felt so good. My thoughts drifted to stars and depressing things as I leaned against his door, eyes closed. Being an experiment of our father didn't seem so bad after all; I was able to sense peoples' auras and Dib was. . . well, Dib. The little emo reject kid.
I don't know how long I sat in front of his door, but when I opened my eyes I found myself staring up at Dib's ceiling. I looked, rather unfocused, at the plastic glow in the dark stars he had stuck up all over the ceiling as I wondered how I had gotten in here. Finally, I sat up, looking around. He had obviously tried to clean up his room; things were out of place but somewhat put away and I knew he had cleaned in a haphazard, spur of the moment way. I heard footsteps and looked at the door, which was open. Dib entered soon after, cheeks flushed and eyes puffy and red. I felt a stab of guilt; I was supposed to tell him that Magenta had come over. "Dib-"
"You dozed off." He said shortly. "I brought you in here because I couldn't carry you all the way to your room."
I knew this was a lie but hopped off of his bed, nodding my thanks. I walked past him and into the hall, turning to give him one more fleeting glance. "Get better, okay? I want the old Dib back so I can go stargazing with him again." There was an emotion in my voice that I couldn't put my finger on until I had settled down in my room. And then it hit me. I laid my head down on my pillow and faced the wall of my room, replaying what I had told Dib over and over again in my head. And every time, there was no mistaking the sorrow laced within my words.
[Authors' Note:
This whole thing happened a month or two after Dib met Magenta. If you don't know who Magenta is, see the last chapter. And if you haven't figured out by now that all of these are connected somehow, well, you know now.