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Lights, golden lights. They float down in front of my face, like snow all around. They are everywhere like rain, the rain of a different place. Only when I remove the barrier I can see them, and they've followed me everywhere, following the events of my life. They won't leave me alone, and I can't ease the pain that makes me dizzy.
They are just as bad as the voices, the ones that echo inside my hollow head. Those people of the faded past whisper their words to me, thread them into my dreams like a tapestry, making a red thread stain the carefully knit design. In simplicity, turning my dreams into nightmares; A self induced insomnia, with a ringing in my ears.
Back then, I knew deep down that I was the only one, the only person who stood isolated in a black cage who saw and heard such things. Back then, I thought, 'Ah, they must think I'm insane'. Look inside the mirror and my eyes reflect that deep black-purple of a dark place; the Abyss.
When they came for me, I did not st
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By: BaffledFox & AngelNocturne
"Doom Doom Doom ."
It was a hideous duet of brain-rotting boredom that filled Mrs. Bitters' classroom, the song of another day of learning and drudgery. The sound of the clock moving its hands and of the teacher droning from her desk had enveloped the room for a good hour without interruption, and it appeared that it would continue that way.
No resistance was met to the typical, expected display, accompanied by the same dull eyes staring ahead at the blackboard, the same scraping of pencil lead against flat sheets of plant matter shavings, the same empty heads and hollow gazes and vain attempts at absorbing useless information -- all save for two people sitting in the front row, the only live ones among the pitiful lot.
Zim's false indigo orbs glanced suspiciously in the direction of the raven-haired youth positioned by the window, though the movement was slight and unnoticed by th
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It had been about ten hours.
Ten hours and Zim hadn't moved from his seat in front of the computer console.
Anger had come and gone; at first he wanted to rant and rave, yell at the ceiling, run after Dib and rip him to pieces. But after the first few hours passed, anger turned to boredom and boredom turned to restlessness and restlessness turned to an almost loneliness.
"Zim needs no one!" Zim scoffed, his voice vibrating off the walls. He reclined back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest as his large red eyes roamed the darkness of the wires tangled throughout the ceiling.
Where was the Dib-beast anyway?
Hopefully hidden well.
Though, his previous want to dismember the dirt-child had ebbed to a nagging something. A feeling he was familiar yet unfamiliar with, an almost pulling on his skin, a type of hunger that was beginning to consume his thoughts.
Zim gasped and sat ram-rod straight in his chair, his eyes staring blankly across the room.