Part of my Birthday Story Extravaganza. Give me enough time I'll put a link on my profile that leads to a list of all fifteen BSE stories.
See, this is what happens when I've been doing homework until six and then I have to transfer twenty pages of my messy writing to text (also a BSE story, FYI) and then I still need four more to get to fifteen because I started late and I'm a horrible person. This is pretty self explanatory, and besides, this fandom needed some angst anyway.
ENJOY!
Dipper stared at the ceiling with dry eyes, but it didn't help with the dark pit in his stomach, pulling him down with guilt and grief constantly. He thought he felt another wave of tears coming on, but it seemed he had run out of tears to shed, because all that happened was an irritating stinging in his tear glands and him biting his lip until he cracked the scabs on it open again.
He wanted to turn over, to look at the now empty bed on the other side of the room. He wanted to see the old, brightly colored posters his sister had put up, in happier times, when they thought everything could magically go their way if they just thought of the right solution.
He couldn't, though. He couldn't force himself to try to move an inch, couldn't force his body to do anything but lay still and try and drown in it's own tears and mucus from all the crying he had done. He couldn't move, like he was stuck in his own horror movie, but he kept playing that one scene over and over again, like the disc was scratched and skipping.
It's one or the other Pine Tree, not both... .
Apparently Dipper wasn't done crying, because as that line played in his head, he felt faint moisture rise to his eyes and he scrunched them closed, biting his lip to avoid from crying out. The blood from his already-split lip tasted metallic and wrong in his mouth.
..Do you want to save this petty human world that has always rejected you...
Dipper could feel tear drops once again forming at the corners of his eyes, slowly gathering enough liquid from his sorrow so they could make their way down his face.
...or do you want to save your sister and live eternally with her in another galaxy?...
The tears started running, down the clean trails that had not quite dried yet from earlier. Dipper had wanted to save her more than anything, but he'd done what he thought was the right thing. The real question was, was it actually the right thing.
Dipper finally managed to make himself turn over, just enough to see the purple sheets of Mabel's bed, the brightly colored posters above, and a grappling hook sitting neatly on the pillow, like it was patiently waiting for its mistress to return.
"I'm sorry," Dipper whispered to the room around him, the still air where he could still feel Mabel's presence, even after days of her being gone. "It's my fault."
I'm sorry too, for the record. I hope you angst-lovers out there don't expect more from me. Normally I'm all about the happy, optimistic love throughout the whole story, but occasionally...I kind of throw myself into a pit.
I really hope you liked it, don't be afraid to check out the other BSE stories, review with a Happy Birthday and get eternal love, and UNTIL NEXT TIME!