zim burst through the doors of his house, surprising scoodge.
he strode In confidently. with both anger and fear, he announced "IM HOME" he almost threw himself on the arm chair, slamming his feet on the table showing off his heavy black boots that went up to his knees. He snatched the remote and turned the tv to the angry monkey show, laughing as the monkey growled at the camera.
Scoodge slowly walked over, with a look of surprise and anger.
Zim could feel the cold stare bore into his head, but he was determined to show no fear.
Scoodges' sneer slowly turned into a sharp toothed evil grin.
"Well well well. So we think we're brave, do we?" Zim tried to ignore him, hoping that scoodge didn't notice how bad his hands were shaking.
Scoodge moved closer. "And what did we think we would accomplice? Hmm? Did you think anything would change, just because you decide to dress like a human faggot?"
He leaned closer and closer to Zims ear, smiling wickedly. Zim forced himself to look strait forward. Scoodge leaned in until his mouth was right beside Zims ear.
"well it WONT." He growled. "your a FAILURE. your WEAK. your a WASTE of LIFE. And you ALWAYS will be." Scoodge smirked as Zims eyes began to water. Scoodge leaned closer and traced Zims ear with his tongue and smirked when zim shivered. "You're nothing but a SLAVE. Do you understand? you're SCUM."
Zim turned his head away from scoodge. "...n-no I'm n-not" he whispered. Scoodge stood back up, hands on hips. "Excuse me? What was that?" Zim half looked at him. "...no I'm not" he said a little bit louder, voice shaking.
Scoodge laughed. "Oh is that so?"
"...yes! Zim is not a failure!" Zim yelled, speaking in third person for the first time in years.
Scoodge growled and grabbed Zims throat and lifted him in the air, choking him. Zim frantically tried to pull scoodges' hands away, but could not succeed. Scoodge brought his face dangerously close. Zim could feel scoodges' warm foul breath on his face.
"Tell me what you are" scoodge growled. Zim looked into his dark red eyes, not daring to speak. Scoodge tightened his grip on Zims throat, causing him to gag.
"TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE!"
Tears streamed down zims face, burning his skin. "I'm...I'm a s-slave..." He finally choked out.
"WHAT ELSE?" Scoodge screamed.
"I-I'm a...a failure..."
Scoodge threw him across the room, shattering the glass table zim landed on. Zim screamed in pain.
Scoodge took a step closer. "THAT'S RIGHT. What a good little PET." he started to violently kick him in the ribs, smiling. Zim cried out with every kick. When scoodge was finally done, he turned and started to walk away before turning his head slightly. "And that's all you'll ever be."
Zim laid there. Unable to breath, unable to think. Covered in shards of glass, and gashes. Shaking and crying as almost every inch of him bled. He couldn't move any part of his body for several minutes. He looked down at his bleeding wrists and realized he needed to bandage himself up before he bled to death.
But then a thought crossed his mind.
Did he even want to live? It would be so much easier to just lay there and welcome death. He would be free from all of the pain. All of the suffering. All of the abuse.
He would be free.
He closed his eyes, almost smiling, just waiting to die.
But as he closed his eyes, he saw a face. With a very large head. The face looked at him smiling with triumph. The face said "I'll never leave you alone until I win, space boy!"
Zims eyes snapped open. No. He couldn't die.
If only for that one person, he couldn't do it.
Not yet.
He slowly lifted his head, wincing at the pain. He took a deep breath as he lifted his shaking arm. He tried to use it for support to stand up, but the pain was too much. He lifted his other hand and grabbed at the couch, staining it with blood. He grabbed at it with the other hand and slowly pulled himself up.
He sat for a moment, regaining strength. He shakily stood up, almost falling again.
He took a deep breath as he started moving his right foot.
Okay so far.
When confident, he moved his left leg. He gasped as he almost fell, but caught himself. He finally started moving smoother towards the bathroom.
With each step, pain shot through his body like electricity.
He got closer and closer to the door, feeling confident with each step. He almost fell every few steps, but he was determined to stay standing.
With every ounce of strength he had left, he finally made it to the bathroom. He shut the door behind him, locking it. He looked into the mirror and gasped at what he saw.
His entire body was covered with blood and bruises. His clothes were ripped to shreds and barely hung onto his body at all. His jeans and shirt where torn almost everywhere, revealing deep gashes. His wig was not even there. His skirt was so full of holes he knew he wouldn't be able to fix it. At least his boots where ok...
He was relieved that he had more than this outfit.
He painfully reached down to the drawer and pulled out bandages and disinfectant spray.
It took him about 15 minutes to undress himself so he could bandage up every inch. Then it took him maybe an hour to actually bandage himself and wash his wounds. When he was done he looked in the mirror. What he saw immediately made him throw up all over the counter. He ran to the toilet and vomited for a full five minutes before standing up and wiping his mouth.
"Your so pathetic..." He said out loud to his reflection shakily. "Why can't you be strong?"
He looked at himself angrily as he sobbed, as if it would change anything.
He knew one day that scoodge would finally kill him. It was only a matter of time.
And he accepted it.
But until that day came, he had to try to achieve the last chance at happiness he had. He at least wanted to die happy.
He suddenly realized how tired he was, but he couldn't go to his room. To do so would mean that he would have to pass scoodge. And he did NOT want him to see him like this. He didn't want to hear his smart ass remark about how weak he was.
So he laid down on the cold tile and cried himself to sleep.