"Zim, why?!"

Alone

"Stupid Gir,,, always on my back and being annoying,,, why couldn't I have a competent unit that actually listens!" The irken rambled to himself, itching the deep wound on his pale green skin.

Goddamn it, he was starting to miss the fresh feeling, the shock that the icy blade had brought. "Sure, h-y-umans die from this, but I am superior! This is like cutting cake!" He tries to gloat, suppressing the fact that he just ripped open his arm, then again... people did say he was the cause of his demise, shown in impending doom missions. "I was fearless, ambitious! I... still am." He spoke aimlessly, keeping his gaze at the floor, the irken blood slipping down his arm. He picked the razor up, gazing at the reflection of himself.

He pressed it against his wrist before pausing, he sat deep in thought.

His gloves off, the small alien applied pressure from his palm to his chest, searching. "If I feel so strongly... surely there must be a heart... mistakenly placed within me... my tallest would be so ashamed in me..." His voice broke, and he tried to dig the rectangular sharp object into his chest, pushing with all his might, as if there was a way to tear out the beating heart. If there was what would you even do with it Zim? Was that the root of you're... dare I say it, love for Dib?

The room suddenly felt hot, and Zims magenta shirt-dress (tunic?) was warm and starting to soak up the juice leaking from the wound. "Shit..."

At first, Zim had not understood self harm, but now, as he feels his shoulders becoming light, his face flushed of the normal green color... he felt as if he were high. He totally could be dying, but it didn't really occur to him the possibility that he could in fact die, nor did he care too much anyway at this point. The normally arrogant, narcissistic alien, was far off from himself, at the rising point of stress, the peak.

He fell to his knees, letting out soft sobs, covered up by laughter in fear of appearing weak to himself. My god, even at his lowest his ego was still inflated. He was in such a state, the sound of feet pattering and the elevator purring as it moves didn't even phase him in the slightest. But one thing, one voice, did.

"Zim... What have you done?"