My Zimmy Story: intro

Hope for The Damned

Zim raked his hands over his face roughly trying to wake himself up. He hadn't been getting much sleep these days. From the base's defense system malfunctioning to the human Dib's regular antics. How long had this been going on? Weeks? Months? Years? It was all a blur now. He looked at his disguise pieces sitting on the end table next to his small bed. He sighed and put them on. Another day of Skool, "No wonder human children drop out." he thought sadly. He heard a pounding on the main floor followed by the Dib's voice demanding entrance.

"Zim, I know you're in there! Open the door!" he cried. Lately the human's voice had been like nails on a chalkboard to the poor Irken. Finally having finished dressing, Zim made his way downstairs, grabbing his bag, not bothering to eat. His PAK provided any nutrients he might need.
Opening the door, he brushed past a ranting Dib. The human seemed confused by the passive behavior but nonetheless followed behind talking about how he's taken pictures of Zim without his disguise. Zim looked at the sky and sighed, desperately missing the pinkish red skies of Irk. He thought about all he missed about his home and how hopeless his conquest seemed. Suddenly he felt his throat tightening and his face growing warm. Hot tears brimmed his eyes covered by blue contacts. He stopped in his tracks trying to regain control of himself.
Behind him, Dib had stopped walking and silently observed the alien. Before he could say anything, Zim turned and, in broad daylight, removed his disguise.

Tell me what you think so far! If I get some good feedback I'll continue the story! :)