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A/N: Alright! Ready for chapter 5?! Well here it is! I know I'm a sadistic bitch for leaving you all at a cliffhanger like that but that was the best place to stop for this next part. Now you get to read what happened to Dib from his point of view after he left skool that day. So I hope you all enjoy. Disclaimer- I don't own Dib, Gaz, or anybody else mentioned in this chapter. They belong to Jhonen Vasquez, not me so don't sue me, damnit!

Dib ran out the doors into the outside world before breaking into a fast sprint to get home. He had just nearly blown his cover all because of Zim. He hated when the alien snooped around in his personal business. He didn't have to tell Zim everything if he didn't want to. At least convinced that he had absolutely no idea what had been going on, Dib began to slow down his pace as relief flooded over him all at once.

He could see his house off in the distance. Taking notice of how quickly it seemed to be approaching, he knew it wasn't as far as it looked. In a matter of minutes he was out in front of it. He threw the door open and quickly headed toward the stairs. He made a sprint up the stairs, skipping a few at a time on the way up. Reaching the top, he headed through the narrow hallway to his room, which sat at the very end.

He opened the door to the last room on the left and entered his messy bedroom. The floor was clattered with papers, devices he had been working on to help stop Zim but that he never finished, a few objects he had stolen from Zim's base a few years earlier, and a few photographs of Zim. His desk wasn't much different. A computer and laptop sat in a corner with a few new devices he had begun work on and more papers and photos of Zim were scattered about, some from the first time he had landed on earth to more recent ones. He had taken tons of pictures of the alien over the years but still nobody believed his rantings about Zim. He even had entire photo albums with just Zim in them. With a sigh, he dropped his backpack next to his bed near his closet.

He was glad his father wasn't home this time around. Professor Membrane had caught him a few times sneaking out of skool early and forced his son to return immediately. Then after skool when Dib got home again, his father would have a little "chat" with him about trying to skip skool. Often times this lecture would turn sour and end in a big argument between the two of them. Yelling would be heard for hours and finally one of them, usually Dib, would go storming out of the room. When things got this way, Dib would sometimes leave the house for hours to go wander around town. If he got back too late at night his father would be waiting when he returned and more fighting would ensue. Despite his father's absence in most of his everyday life, these fights broke out quite often.

Dib dreaded having to face his father whenever grades came out in skool. His grades had been slipping and now he was just barely passing half his classes. 3 C's, 2 D's and an F had pretty much been his grades for the past two years. His father put up with the C's and expected at least A's and B's if not straight A's from his children but D's and F's were just unacceptable in his book. Gaz wasn't much better.

Not nearly as often but often enough to get in trouble, she skipped at least the last two classes of skool. Although not failing, she had come pretty damn close a few times. 1 A, 2 B's, 2 C's, and a D gave her the same lecture Dib received when grades came out but kept her enough on her father's good side to keep her from too much trouble and fewer ugly arguments. It wasn't that they were stoopid; they just weren’t motivated to work as hard. In fact, they were probably two of the smartest students in their classes.

Gaz had grown into quite a lovely young lady and it seemed many of the males attending their skool had become attracted to her. She was 15 now and although young was already being asked out on numerous dates. She declined them all of course. No matter how much time passed, she would always be a loner. She had never had many friends and only really had 2 close friends, which was more than Dib had.

But Dib still worried about her at times for her lack of socialism. She spent most of her time locked up in her room playing her games and usually only went out when her father paid her to get out of the house. Her purple hair had grown a bit longer and her amber eyes were usually still hidden behind the scowl she wore on her face most of the time. Despite her constant scowl, she still resembled her mother in many ways. Her attitude had softened up a little bit over the years but she could still beat the shit out of Dib or anybody else that dared to get in her way. She very rarely fought with her father about anything and when she did, she would usually completely isolate herself from anybody for a few days.

But her father was quite fond of her. As mentioned before, she resembled the likeness of her mother which probably one of the main reasons he favored her over Dib. He never said so himself, but Dib knew. It was quite obvious. He spent so much time with Dib, trying to turn his interests toward "REAL SCIENCE," just to hide the fact. Dib didn't really care. He didn't blame his father.

So many times in life he had gone against his father's wishes. And what did he have to show for it? Nothing. That's what. Absolutely nothing. But he knew the truth about Zim and that's why he couldn't allow himself to live the same ignorant life that everybody else lived, no matter how much it hurt his father. Now, don't get me wrong. Membrane love both of his children very much and that's why he pushed them.

He had already lost their mother and couldn't bare the thought of losing either of them. But he worried about Dib and where his life was heading. He had inherited too much of his mother's love for space. It spelled disaster for his future. He feared pushing his son too far; that Dib would grow to hate him.

So he buried himself in his work, just trying to allow both his kids the freedom they would eventually want. Little did he know, that he had given them a little too much freedom and not enough attention. Dib didn't hate him. He understood. Without his mom around, he also had buried himself in his own studies of the paranormal. It was a natural reaction.

In the same way, Gaz occupied herself with her video games. It was all their ways of escaping from the world around them. But only just recently had Dib realized that none of this made him happy. What good were his paranormal studies if the world just refused to listen? He wished he had a sister that wasn't so isolated all the time and didn't beat him up on a regular basis. He wished his father was home more often to be with them. He wished!...He wished his mother was still alive...

Burying himself in memories of his mother, Dib fell into bed, falling asleep shortly after.

Dib awoke many hours later to the smell of pizza. He pushed himself up in bed, taking notice that it was much darker out. The smell of pepperoni drifted into his room. Gaz must have ordered pizza tonight for dinner again. The alarm clock on his desk said 5:30 p.m.

With jerky motions, he got to his feet, stretching as he headed out of his room and to the kitchen. Gaz was already in there, eating a slice of pizza and playing a handheld game. She barely even glanced up as Dib entered the room but mentioned something about dad leaving them money for food and he wouldn't be home till late again. Dib only gave a slight nod of his head while yawning and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Without so much as a word, Dib retrieved a plate from a cabinet, grabbed a slice of pizza, and headed out into the living room to watch TV. Gaz joined him shortly after, having finished her game, and the both of them sat back on the couch.

Gaz was flipping through the channels for something good to watch and Dib was reading a magazine. They spent a few hours like that, not a word passing between the two siblings. There was nothing to be said. Dib finally got up to head upstairs. It had become a habit to cut himself in his upstairs bathroom at night time to "cleanse himself of the day's impurities," he always told himself. He always felt better at the end of the day when he could do that.

It kept the voices in his head quiet at night. He went into his room and checked his backpack for the knife. It was gone. All the life seemed to drain from his face. He quickly began digging through his backpack frantically, throwing books and other objects out before just dumping it all out on the floor but still no knife. "Oh shit! Oh shit! OH SHIT!" he repeated to himself as he spread things out on the floor, searching more for the object.

When he still didn't find it, he fell back, his face extremely pale and his breathing uneven. The worst thoughts came to mind. What if somebody had found the knife?! What if they found out it was his?! He didn't think he could possibly take the consequences. Fear flowing through him, he wavered on his feet almost as though he would pass out. His breathing became staggered as he tried to walk out into the hallway. He needed to calm down.

He needed to find that knife. He needed to find relief. He stumbled down the hallway, using the walls for support. He knew he could find a knife down in the kitchen. He found a fairly big one and returned upstairs to the bathroom.

He locked himself in the bathroom and slid down to the floor next to the toilet. He was having a panic attack. He had had a few while growing up but they seemed to be happening more frequently to him recently. He didn't even take his time slicing the knife through his skin. He was desperate for instant relief at the moment and he didn't care what that meant to get it. Without even searching for a fresh patch of skin to cut through, he passed the blade of the knife over his already scarred arm, cutting up old and new wounds, reopening them in one clean slice.

With a yelp, he fell back, dropping the knife and grasping his arm. He had cut too deep and fast for comfort. Blood spilled forth from his arm in endless fountains, staining his clothes. He jumped a bit, getting to his feet and trying to keep any more blood from getting on his clothes. After a few minutes of just watching in a bit of shock and trying to get his breathing under control, he moved over to the bathtub to sit with his back to it. He was slowly starting to calm down. Finally everything became quiet, even his breaths, as he just sat back and watched the blood roll down his arm.

The new cut, combined with all the old ones that had reopened, was spilling out a fairly large amount of blood. Dark red blood dripped from the ends of his fingers onto the tiles of the bathroom floor. He would have to clean that up before he left. He sat watching in silence for about 10 minutes before he finally decided to get up and clean off the wound. He stood up and washed his arm in the sink then took a towel and applied pressure to stop the bleeding. But it didn't stop. Before Dib knew it, the towel had been nearly soaked in blood. Dib applied more pressure but no use.

The blood just wouldn't stop. He swayed on his feet, now feeling extremely lightheaded. The room around him began to spin and he felt himself falling. He reached a hand out to try and stop himself from falling but his hands, slick with blood, slipped against the wall he had reached out for. Leaving bloody smear marks across the white wall, he fell.

He attempted to get up, to reach the doorknob to the bathroom door. It had just registered in his brain: he needed help and NOW! He just needed to reach Gaz, to have her call an ambulance for him. He managed to unlock the door but that's how far he got. His vision blurred horribly and he suddenly couldn't even make out anything around him. Only colors could be seen, shapes dead to him. Everything merged and mixed as he lost his grip on the doorknob and slumped forward to the ground. Everything then went black all around him.

He had tried to call out to Gaz but his voice hadn't come to his aid.

Gaz's show had ended and she made her way upstairs to get ready for bed. She stopped in front of the bathroom door and knocked on it. "Dib! Hey, DIB! Hurry up in there! I need to brush my teeth!" No answer. "Dib?!" she yelled again and knocked on the door even louder. Still no answer.

She was starting to get pissed. She growled and began to threaten him. "Damnit, Dib! What the hell are you doing in there?! Don't ignore me! Get your ass out here before I beat the shit out of you!" Silence. She tried one more time. "That's it, Dib! I'm breaking the fucking door down!" She didn't know why, but she tried the doorknob first and to her surprise found it to be unlocked but something was in the way.

She forced the door open and stared in utter shock a moment when she found her brother bleeding on the floor. Without thinking, she dropped to her knees next to him, screaming his name as she checked to see if he was still alive. "DIB! DIB! Oh, God! What the hell happened to you?!" She looked around noticing the walls, floor, sink, and even door were covered in blood. She was relieved to find her brother was still breathing and she ran to grab a phone and call 911. They told her they would send someone right over.

She made her way back into the bathroom to try and help stop the bleeding. She noticed the knife on the floor and suddenly realized what had happened. In anger, she began to curse his name as a stream of tears of frustration ran down her cheeks. "You're so stoopid, Dib! You're so fucking stoopid!" The ambulance arrived shortly after and a paramedic ran in and managed to get the blood flow under control. As soon as they had stopped the blood, they lifted Dib into a stretcher and hurried him out to the ambulance.

Dib was extremely pale when they got him out of there. One of the paramedics stayed behind to question Gaz and make sure she was okay. Her clothes had also been bloodied when they got there and they suspected the worst. After everything was said and done, they rushed to the hospital and Gaz called her father to tell him what happened. Membrane left work early and promised to meet Gaz at the hospital when he got there.

A/N: So now you all know what happened to Dib. But now you're probably all wondering whether he'll be okay. Well, you'll just have to wait and find out. Look out for chapter 6! ^^

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A/N: Alright! Ready for chapter 5?! Well here it is! I know I'm a sadistic bitch for leaving you all at a cliffhanger like that but that was the best place to stop for this next part. Now you get to read what happened to Dib from his point of view after he left skool that day. So I hope you all enjoy. Disclaimer- I don't own Dib, Gaz, or anybody else mentioned in this chapter. They belong to Jhonen Vasquez, not me so don't sue me, damnit!

Dib ran out the doors into the outside world before breaking into a fast sprint to get home. He had just nearly blown his cover all because of Zim. He hated when the alien snooped around in his personal business. He didn't have to tell Zim everything if he didn't want to. At least convinced that he had absolutely no idea what had been going on, Dib began to slow down his pace as relief flooded over him all at once.

He could see his house off in the distance. Taking notice of how quickly it seemed to be approaching, he knew it wasn't as far as it looked. In a matter of minutes he was out in front of it. He threw the door open and quickly headed toward the stairs. He made a sprint up the stairs, skipping a few at a time on the way up. Reaching the top, he headed through the narrow hallway to his room, which sat at the very end.

He opened the door to the last room on the left and entered his messy bedroom. The floor was clattered with papers, devices he had been working on to help stop Zim but that he never finished, a few objects he had stolen from Zim's base a few years earlier, and a few photographs of Zim. His desk wasn't much different. A computer and laptop sat in a corner with a few new devices he had begun work on and more papers and photos of Zim were scattered about, some from the first time he had landed on earth to more recent ones. He had taken tons of pictures of the alien over the years but still nobody believed his rantings about Zim. He even had entire photo albums with just Zim in them. With a sigh, he dropped his backpack next to his bed near his closet.

He was glad his father wasn't home this time around. Professor Membrane had caught him a few times sneaking out of skool early and forced his son to return immediately. Then after skool when Dib got home again, his father would have a little "chat" with him about trying to skip skool. Often times this lecture would turn sour and end in a big argument between the two of them. Yelling would be heard for hours and finally one of them, usually Dib, would go storming out of the room. When things got this way, Dib would sometimes leave the house for hours to go wander around town. If he got back too late at night his father would be waiting when he returned and more fighting would ensue. Despite his father's absence in most of his everyday life, these fights broke out quite often.

Dib dreaded having to face his father whenever grades came out in skool. His grades had been slipping and now he was just barely passing half his classes. 3 C's, 2 D's and an F had pretty much been his grades for the past two years. His father put up with the C's and expected at least A's and B's if not straight A's from his children but D's and F's were just unacceptable in his book. Gaz wasn't much better.

Not nearly as often but often enough to get in trouble, she skipped at least the last two classes of skool. Although not failing, she had come pretty damn close a few times. 1 A, 2 B's, 2 C's, and a D gave her the same lecture Dib received when grades came out but kept her enough on her father's good side to keep her from too much trouble and fewer ugly arguments. It wasn't that they were stoopid; they just weren’t motivated to work as hard. In fact, they were probably two of the smartest students in their classes.

Gaz had grown into quite a lovely young lady and it seemed many of the males attending their skool had become attracted to her. She was 15 now and although young was already being asked out on numerous dates. She declined them all of course. No matter how much time passed, she would always be a loner. She had never had many friends and only really had 2 close friends, which was more than Dib had.

But Dib still worried about her at times for her lack of socialism. She spent most of her time locked up in her room playing her games and usually only went out when her father paid her to get out of the house. Her purple hair had grown a bit longer and her amber eyes were usually still hidden behind the scowl she wore on her face most of the time. Despite her constant scowl, she still resembled her mother in many ways. Her attitude had softened up a little bit over the years but she could still beat the shit out of Dib or anybody else that dared to get in her way. She very rarely fought with her father about anything and when she did, she would usually completely isolate herself from anybody for a few days.

But her father was quite fond of her. As mentioned before, she resembled the likeness of her mother which probably one of the main reasons he favored her over Dib. He never said so himself, but Dib knew. It was quite obvious. He spent so much time with Dib, trying to turn his interests toward "REAL SCIENCE," just to hide the fact. Dib didn't really care. He didn't blame his father.

So many times in life he had gone against his father's wishes. And what did he have to show for it? Nothing. That's what. Absolutely nothing. But he knew the truth about Zim and that's why he couldn't allow himself to live the same ignorant life that everybody else lived, no matter how much it hurt his father. Now, don't get me wrong. Membrane love both of his children very much and that's why he pushed them.

He had already lost their mother and couldn't bare the thought of losing either of them. But he worried about Dib and where his life was heading. He had inherited too much of his mother's love for space. It spelled disaster for his future. He feared pushing his son too far; that Dib would grow to hate him.

So he buried himself in his work, just trying to allow both his kids the freedom they would eventually want. Little did he know, that he had given them a little too much freedom and not enough attention. Dib didn't hate him. He understood. Without his mom around, he also had buried himself in his own studies of the paranormal. It was a natural reaction.

In the same way, Gaz occupied herself with her video games. It was all their ways of escaping from the world around them. But only just recently had Dib realized that none of this made him happy. What good were his paranormal studies if the world just refused to listen? He wished he had a sister that wasn't so isolated all the time and didn't beat him up on a regular basis. He wished his father was home more often to be with them. He wished!...He wished his mother was still alive...

Burying himself in memories of his mother, Dib fell into bed, falling asleep shortly after.

Dib awoke many hours later to the smell of pizza. He pushed himself up in bed, taking notice that it was much darker out. The smell of pepperoni drifted into his room. Gaz must have ordered pizza tonight for dinner again. The alarm clock on his desk said 5:30 p.m.

With jerky motions, he got to his feet, stretching as he headed out of his room and to the kitchen. Gaz was already in there, eating a slice of pizza and playing a handheld game. She barely even glanced up as Dib entered the room but mentioned something about dad leaving them money for food and he wouldn't be home till late again. Dib only gave a slight nod of his head while yawning and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Without so much as a word, Dib retrieved a plate from a cabinet, grabbed a slice of pizza, and headed out into the living room to watch TV. Gaz joined him shortly after, having finished her game, and the both of them sat back on the couch.

Gaz was flipping through the channels for something good to watch and Dib was reading a magazine. They spent a few hours like that, not a word passing between the two siblings. There was nothing to be said. Dib finally got up to head upstairs. It had become a habit to cut himself in his upstairs bathroom at night time to "cleanse himself of the day's impurities," he always told himself. He always felt better at the end of the day when he could do that.

It kept the voices in his head quiet at night. He went into his room and checked his backpack for the knife. It was gone. All the life seemed to drain from his face. He quickly began digging through his backpack frantically, throwing books and other objects out before just dumping it all out on the floor but still no knife. "Oh shit! Oh shit! OH SHIT!" he repeated to himself as he spread things out on the floor, searching more for the object.

When he still didn't find it, he fell back, his face extremely pale and his breathing uneven. The worst thoughts came to mind. What if somebody had found the knife?! What if they found out it was his?! He didn't think he could possibly take the consequences. Fear flowing through him, he wavered on his feet almost as though he would pass out. His breathing became staggered as he tried to walk out into the hallway. He needed to calm down.

He needed to find that knife. He needed to find relief. He stumbled down the hallway, using the walls for support. He knew he could find a knife down in the kitchen. He found a fairly big one and returned upstairs to the bathroom.

He locked himself in the bathroom and slid down to the floor next to the toilet. He was having a panic attack. He had had a few while growing up but they seemed to be happening more frequently to him recently. He didn't even take his time slicing the knife through his skin. He was desperate for instant relief at the moment and he didn't care what that meant to get it. Without even searching for a fresh patch of skin to cut through, he passed the blade of the knife over his already scarred arm, cutting up old and new wounds, reopening them in one clean slice.

With a yelp, he fell back, dropping the knife and grasping his arm. He had cut too deep and fast for comfort. Blood spilled forth from his arm in endless fountains, staining his clothes. He jumped a bit, getting to his feet and trying to keep any more blood from getting on his clothes. After a few minutes of just watching in a bit of shock and trying to get his breathing under control, he moved over to the bathtub to sit with his back to it. He was slowly starting to calm down. Finally everything became quiet, even his breaths, as he just sat back and watched the blood roll down his arm.

The new cut, combined with all the old ones that had reopened, was spilling out a fairly large amount of blood. Dark red blood dripped from the ends of his fingers onto the tiles of the bathroom floor. He would have to clean that up before he left. He sat watching in silence for about 10 minutes before he finally decided to get up and clean off the wound. He stood up and washed his arm in the sink then took a towel and applied pressure to stop the bleeding. But it didn't stop. Before Dib knew it, the towel had been nearly soaked in blood. Dib applied more pressure but no use.

The blood just wouldn't stop. He swayed on his feet, now feeling extremely lightheaded. The room around him began to spin and he felt himself falling. He reached a hand out to try and stop himself from falling but his hands, slick with blood, slipped against the wall he had reached out for. Leaving bloody smear marks across the white wall, he fell.

He attempted to get up, to reach the doorknob to the bathroom door. It had just registered in his brain: he needed help and NOW! He just needed to reach Gaz, to have her call an ambulance for him. He managed to unlock the door but that's how far he got. His vision blurred horribly and he suddenly couldn't even make out anything around him. Only colors could be seen, shapes dead to him. Everything merged and mixed as he lost his grip on the doorknob and slumped forward to the ground. Everything then went black all around him.

He had tried to call out to Gaz but his voice hadn't come to his aid.

Gaz's show had ended and she made her way upstairs to get ready for bed. She stopped in front of the bathroom door and knocked on it. "Dib! Hey, DIB! Hurry up in there! I need to brush my teeth!" No answer. "Dib?!" she yelled again and knocked on the door even louder. Still no answer.

She was starting to get pissed. She growled and began to threaten him. "Damnit, Dib! What the hell are you doing in there?! Don't ignore me! Get your ass out here before I beat the shit out of you!" Silence. She tried one more time. "That's it, Dib! I'm breaking the fucking door down!" She didn't know why, but she tried the doorknob first and to her surprise found it to be unlocked but something was in the way.

She forced the door open and stared in utter shock a moment when she found her brother bleeding on the floor. Without thinking, she dropped to her knees next to him, screaming his name as she checked to see if he was still alive. "DIB! DIB! Oh, God! What the hell happened to you?!" She looked around noticing the walls, floor, sink, and even door were covered in blood. She was relieved to find her brother was still breathing and she ran to grab a phone and call 911. They told her they would send someone right over.

She made her way back into the bathroom to try and help stop the bleeding. She noticed the knife on the floor and suddenly realized what had happened. In anger, she began to curse his name as a stream of tears of frustration ran down her cheeks. "You're so stoopid, Dib! You're so fucking stoopid!" The ambulance arrived shortly after and a paramedic ran in and managed to get the blood flow under control. As soon as they had stopped the blood, they lifted Dib into a stretcher and hurried him out to the ambulance.

Dib was extremely pale when they got him out of there. One of the paramedics stayed behind to question Gaz and make sure she was okay. Her clothes had also been bloodied when they got there and they suspected the worst. After everything was said and done, they rushed to the hospital and Gaz called her father to tell him what happened. Membrane left work early and promised to meet Gaz at the hospital when he got there.

A/N: So now you all know what happened to Dib. But now you're probably all wondering whether he'll be okay. Well, you'll just have to wait and find out. Look out for chapter 6! ^^