Ib (invader zim)

Ch.13

Chapter Thirteen

Morning came early for the traumatized boy, his alarm blaring loudly in his ear that morning. It was another school day, but would he dare even risk it? The answer was an obvious no as he slammed the top of his blaring alarm with a tight fist, then covered himself back in his blankets. After lying there for several minutes to think over his situation, he considered that maybe some human interaction would help clear his mind... Maybe someone would finally talk to him.

That was a shot in the dark though when it was really considered. What would make today any different from the others to the point someone would speak to him? Especially now that word was getting around that Dib was falling deeper into a psychosis that left him dangerous to others.

He made his final decision to skip again today. In fact, he was even considering the possibility of not going anymore all together. It wasn't doing him any good anyway and with his current being; he was in no mood for people to talk even more about him.

The silence in the house and the intense loneliness was excruciating now. He didn't have a soul in the world that wanted his presence around. Not a single living being left in that town wanted to be near him or their name even mentioned in the same sentence as he own name.

Dib questioned now if anyone would even notice if he were to be murdered like his sister. Chances were not even his own father cared enough for the two of them to even notice something that devastating had happened to them, or Gaz for now at least. The thoughts made him groan and close his eyes tightly, gripping the blankets as if trying to fight off this idea.

After five more minutes or so, he threw himself from his bed and stared wildly around the room, as if expecting someone to be there. He was alone. There didn't even seem to be any signs or sounds indicating that Zim had been there.

He made his way slowly down the stairs, examining everything in a desperate search for anyone to be there. He was still in a sort of disbelief that his sister was actually gone...

Finally he made it downstairs to the living room, standing in front of the end table where his open pill bottle lay on its side from being clumsily put down the night before. Dib reached for two pills laying on the surface and downed them without a moment of hesitation.

There hadn't been any signs of anyone trying to get into the house overnight, and no more blood was left in the house. It was just sadly quiet in the house.

After taking this in, Dib sat slowly on the couch and stared out of the large window on the wall to his left. It was a rather grey and dull day with a thick cloud cover, not even a single crack in them to be seen. As Dib peered out at the dull environment, he almost found himself longing for Zim in a way. This was probably because he wanted to reassure himself that the alien was in fact real and just to have some form of interaction with another. The loneliness was beginning to grow to be overwhelming and it was growing even faster since he was already at the verge of losing his mind.

"... Zim..." He whispered, almost in a desperate invitation to the other.

On cloudy days like these, Zim hardly ever went outside either. There was always a chance for rain, and he had always been nervous about any sort of acidic water drop.

Dib squirmed and whimpered slightly where he sat the longer he stared longingly out of the window. He considered walking by Zim's house now just to check on him, but it could bring up fresh memories of yesterday potentially. There were great chances Zim would not be out anyway. With the gloomy weather out and threatening to rain, however, it could be a good time to walk around to get a bit of mind-clearing fresh air.

After several more minutes of painful silence, Dib finally decided to go outside for a quick walk to try and take his mind away from the horrible reality that he was completely alone in this house now. A chilling breeze greeted him once he opened the door, causing his body to jolt with a sudden shiver. Though it was tempting to stay inside of the warm house, Dib pressed forward and closed to door behind him. He slumped and shoved his hands in his pockets as he headed towards town where he hoped would be plenty of things to distract him. Perhaps someone may even try talking to him. It was wishful thinking, at least.