I'm starting to type this at skool….its a good thing I still have my flash drive. I'm supposed to be doing something completely different….but as long as I'm typing, the teachers won't catch me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim or any of the songs; I am not claiming that I do.
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Chapter 7: Forgotten Flashbacks.
Ember was thrown hard into the cage. Her side slammed into the cement (or looked like cement) wall.
She stayed in a kneeling position. She felt dizzy and could almost taste blood in her mouth.
It had been at least a week. Each day the questions got more and more complex, and the beatings got more and more severe.
Ember had already given up…and now it seemed like her body was starting to shut down.
Cuts, gashes and bruises were spread all along her arms and face. Her eyes were red from lack of sleep. At the most, Ember allowed herself to fall asleep for an hour each day. If she slept more, she feared that she would never wake up.
Once in a while, a guard would come in and take someone else out of their cage. He would drag them out of the room. Sometimes that person would be silent, but most of the time they would scream and cry out, even struggle with the guard.
That person would be taken out…and never come back.
Ember tried to not think about it; she tried to not think that next time, she would be the one to not come back.
She put on the headphones and picked a song. She wanted to just drown her thoughts out, but what she really did, was bring back old memories.
There's a girl
Who sits under the bleachers
Just another day eating alone
And though she smiles
There is something just hiding
And she can't find a way to relate
She just goes unnoticed
Flashback
A three year old Ember wandered into the kitchen. She opened the fridge, trying to find something to drink.
A beer can rolled off the shelf and was accidently caught by Ember.
Ember looked at it for a while; then popped the lid. She sniffed it and made to take a small sip, when she was slapped and fell to the ground. Dropping the can to the ground, where its contents spilled out.
"Oh great! Nice going you bitch!" Her father yelled at her.
As the crowd passes by
And she'll pretend to be busy
When inside she just wants to cry
She'll say...
Her father grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up.
"How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of the fride?!" He yelled before dropping her to the ground.
Ember fell and landed on her feet, but she lost her balance and fell backwards.
Her father pulled his hand back and was about to slap the now, crying girl again.
"Please…Daddy don't!" Ember was slapped hard. She got up and ran to her room.
End
Take a little look
At the life of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little harder
I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes
Take another look
At the face of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little closer
Ember hugged her knees. She wanted to turn the song off. But her memories prevented her. They held her back and forced her to watch her past unfold in her mind.
And maybe then you will see
Why she waits for the day when you'll ask her name
Flashback
The first day of first grade. Ember walked into the skoolyard, a bright smile on her face as she saw the other kids playing and laughing with their friends.
She walked up to a six year old Zita and said hi.
Zita looked at her for a minute.
"Hi!" She said with a smile.
The two told each other their names and began to play catch with the kick ball Zita was holding.
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The beginning
In the first weeks of class
She did everything to try and fit in
But the others they couldn't seem
To get past all the things that mismatched on the surface
And she would close her eyes
Four years later and the first day of fifth grade.
Ember walked into the classroom and immediately spotted her old friend, who had moved away the previous year. She walked up to her.
Zita was talking with the "popular" girls when Ember walked up to her.
"Hey Zita, I thought you moved last year!" Ember said with a warm smile.
Zita stared at her, she looked at the other girls and saw their disapproved looks. She looked back at Ember, and with a smirk she said, "I have no idea what you're talking about freak! Now get away from me!" And with that, Zita pushed Ember to show that she was not welcome.
Ember was confused…she thought Zita was her friend. A few tears fell from her eyes.
"Hey look! I made the freak cry!" Zita pointed and laughed. The others around her joined in.
When they laughed and she fell down the stairs
And the more that they joked
And the more that they screamed
She retreated to where she is now
And she'll sing...
Ember retreated to a seat in the back corner and tried to drown out the laughter.
End
Take a little look
At the life of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little harder
I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes
Take another look
At the face of Miss Always Invisible
Ember watched her memories play in her mind. She began to feel angry…and sad.
Look a little closer
And maybe then you will see
Why she waits for the day when you'll ask
Her name
Flashback
A week before the arrival of Zim.
Ember sat in her seat…she held her bleeding nose.
Torque had punched her. She didn't know why…He just said that he felt like it.
It hurt. And she could hear the others laughing. She took her bloody hand away and looked at it. Tears ran from her eyes and mixed with the blood.
She just wanted a friend…was that too much to ask? All she wanted was to be accepted…to be treated with respect.
She wanted to just die…
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A week later; Ember saw a green boy enter the classroom.
And one day just the same as the last
Just the days spent in counting the time
Came a boy that sat under the bleachers
Just a little bit further behind...
End
Ember tore the headphones off. She threw them, along with the Zune against the wall. She heard a crack, but didn't look up.
She held her knees and had her forehead on her kneecaps. That made her hurt even more, but she didn't care.
Tears were just begging to be freed and allowed to fall down her cheeks. But…Ember didn't let them. She just sat there, huddled in a cold, shivering ball.
She heard the creak of her cage door open.
"Ember?" A soft voice asked.
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Darn…I got caught….But the teachers thought the beginning of this chapter was "very creative" And now I have to share this finished chapter with them on Tuesday…I can tell this chapter will get me a seat next to the counselor….again.
Anyway….I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It turns out that I wasn't grounded…I'm just going to have to go to a tutor 3 days a week. But, I'm not complaining…I need tutoring.