A/N: Well, at least I'm typing an actual chapter in the story. Not an A/N chapter. So, enjoy this chapter and I myself will talk to you at the end of the chapter.
Dipper's P.O.V.
I woke up the next morning. I turned to say good morning to Mabel but then I remembered Bill had killed her. Oh. Right. I thought to myself. I got out of bed and got ready for today. "What's the point? Why should I get ready? I don't fucking need to. Why?" I kept saying to myself. I sighed. "The least I could do is clean Mabel up. She looks like she's been tortured for days." I said to myself while looking at Mabel. Then I had a flashback to when we were 10.
Flashback
We were running outside. I don't remember why, but we were. She tripped and skinned her knee. After she was fixed up, I said, "Hey Mabel?" "Yeah?" She replied. "Promise me we'll always be like this." "What are you talking about? Of course we'll always be like this! That shouldn't even be a thought!" "I know, just, promise me we'll die at the same time." "I... Can't promise that. We don't know what will happen in the future." "I know. Just promise me to make me feel better." "Fine. I promise." "Thanks Mabel." We promised we wouldn't die separately and that was that day.
End of Flashback
We promised. We promised that when we died, we would die together. Here we are, Mabel dead and me still alive. "STUPID!" I yelled. I started throwing shit everywhere. I threw my hat on the ground and grabbed books and threw them on the floor too. I grabbed several other things and they all ended up in the floor. I knew I was going insane. I stopped once I saw a brightly colored thing on the floor. I picked it up and saw that it was Mabel's Scrapbook. I hugged it close. I missed her. It had only been a day since she died and I already missed her. I carefully put it on my bed, like it was going to fall apart if I did it too hard. I went to her bed and sat down beside her. It was hard to look at her without tearing up. Every single time I tried to look at her my eyes watered. Maybe this is a Sleeping Beauty type of situation! I thought to myself. I kissed her, nothing happened. I just laid back. Somebody knocked on the door. Ever since yesterday, when I first came up here after she died, I slammed the door shut, locked it, and nobody else has been in here since. They tried a couple times, only to be yelled at. "Go away." I said. "Dood. It Soos. Can I come in?" He asked. I thought about it. Well, he didn't say anything about burying Mabel, so I guess I'll let him in. I opened the door and saw that Soos had a sympathetic look in his eyes. I let him in and he sat down on my bed. I sat beside Mabel. "Is it true?" He asked. "Is, what true?" I asked. "Is Mabel really..." He said. "Oh. Yeah." I answered. "Oh." He said. "I'm sorry for your loss Dipper." He said. "It's fine." I tried to reassure him. It failed. "No it's not." He said. He tried to cheer me up for a few minutes before I said, "Soos, I appreciate your attempts to cheer me up and all, but could you please get out?" I said trying not to hurt his feelings. "Alright. Man needs some space." He said. I chuckled a bit. Once he was gone, I got up and walked to Mabel's scrapbook. I tried to look through it without crying but failed.
Mabel's Ghost's P.O.V.
I felt bad for Dipper. He looked so broken. I wanted to hug him and tell him everything's OK but I can't. I want him to know I'm here, but I can't do that either. All I can do is watch. Watch while my Dippingsauce cries his eyes out every 10 minutes. Maybe I can find a way to come back to life. I looked at Dipper one last time, and left to find a way to bring myself back. Maybe I can find a way to do inside Dipper's mind to talk to him.
Dipper's P.O.V.
After a solid 15 minutes of crying, I finally decided to clean Mabel up. I walked over to her bed and began getting her undressed. I wanted her to at least have clean clothes everyday. Once she was undressed, I looked her up and down. If only she was alive. I thought. I noticed that she had a few deep cuts. I cleaned all her wounds and bandaged them up. I went to her dresser and grabbed a random skirt and sweater. I put them on her. Once I was done, I sat back down on my bed. I looked at our room and decided to clean it. Once I was done, I sat down again. I looked at the table in the middle of the room and saw my old pocket knife. I should just end my life. Maybe I could be with Mabel again. I went and grabbed the knife. I was crying heavily. I put the knife to my throat and kept it there. After a few minutes of standing there, I put the knife down. Mabel wouldn't want that. I thought. Maybe the journal has a way to bring her down. Ford had made a new journal and gave it to me. I started to look through it, but then I felt tired. I groaned and got ready for bed. Tomorrow. I thought to myself. I went to sleep.
A/N: Well, that's it! I don't have much to say about this chapter right now, so review whether or not you liked this chapter and peace!