Memories of You
Chapter One – Twelve Years Old
Dib looked in the mirror as he prepared for his first day of skool in the sixth grade. His hopes were high of a new beginning of which friends may come. He had been into the paranormal for about eleven years now, and for eleven years he had been friendless. The only person who had ever paid any positive attention to him was his mother, and she had been gone for nearly his whole life. Dib let out a depressed sigh as he trudged away from the mirror. His self-confidence had been lost for the day.
"Mom...can you hear me? I know you're here. I can feel your spirit. I can always tell when you're here now. But how can I go on? I don't have anyone who cares about me. No one. Except for you. Is that all? Will I always have to rely on your spirit for companionship and comfort? Will I always be alone? I'm scared, Mom. I love you. I wonder if Gaz talks to you like I do. She doesn't seem to respond to me when I talk about you or other ghosts, as if she doesn't believe they exist. She might not.
"Maybe losing you was too much for her. Maybe she's just afraid to admit it, and becomes angry. That might be why she avoids me. Does she truly hate me? That can't be, Mom. I know it can't. I don't hate her. I love her. But I never tell her, either. Maybe she thinks I hate her and that I purposefully try to annoy her. But that's not it at all. No. I just want a friend....
"Will I find a friend at skool this year? I thought I had someone in fifth grade, but I lost her because of my stupid obsession! My stupid obsession.... I hate it! I wish I didn't believe in aliens! I wish I didn't believe in ghosts, or Bigfoot or anything else like that! But then again, I wouldn't have you. I can't imagine that.
"I wouldn't give up my memories of you for anything in the world though. Please, just promise me that you'll be here for me. Promise me you won't let go of me, just like I'll never let go of you."
"I promise." Dib knew he heard the words in his own mind, but he had a feeling that they didn't come from his own thoughts. He had been deeply connected with his mother all his life, but never felt all that close to his dad. It seemed like he always had some experiment to attend to.
"That's it. I'm going to tell Gaz I love her this morning, and when I get home, I'm going to make sure Dad hears me. He needs to." Dib walked down the stairs and saw Gaz's door open a trifle. Peering through it, he saw his sister sitting at her bed with a tear down her cheek.
"Gaz?" Dib called to her as he stepped in.
"GO AWAY!" she yelled as she turned her head.
"Gaz, I just wanted to tell you that I –"
"That you WHAT? Caught Bigfoot on tape?!"
"No. I wanted to tell you that I love you." Dib sat down beside her and hugged her. Timorously she placed her arms around her brother and for the first time showed her true emotions toward him.
Chapter One – Twelve Years Old
Dib looked in the mirror as he prepared for his first day of skool in the sixth grade. His hopes were high of a new beginning of which friends may come. He had been into the paranormal for about eleven years now, and for eleven years he had been friendless. The only person who had ever paid any positive attention to him was his mother, and she had been gone for nearly his whole life. Dib let out a depressed sigh as he trudged away from the mirror. His self-confidence had been lost for the day.
"Mom...can you hear me? I know you're here. I can feel your spirit. I can always tell when you're here now. But how can I go on? I don't have anyone who cares about me. No one. Except for you. Is that all? Will I always have to rely on your spirit for companionship and comfort? Will I always be alone? I'm scared, Mom. I love you. I wonder if Gaz talks to you like I do. She doesn't seem to respond to me when I talk about you or other ghosts, as if she doesn't believe they exist. She might not.
"Maybe losing you was too much for her. Maybe she's just afraid to admit it, and becomes angry. That might be why she avoids me. Does she truly hate me? That can't be, Mom. I know it can't. I don't hate her. I love her. But I never tell her, either. Maybe she thinks I hate her and that I purposefully try to annoy her. But that's not it at all. No. I just want a friend....
"Will I find a friend at skool this year? I thought I had someone in fifth grade, but I lost her because of my stupid obsession! My stupid obsession.... I hate it! I wish I didn't believe in aliens! I wish I didn't believe in ghosts, or Bigfoot or anything else like that! But then again, I wouldn't have you. I can't imagine that.
"I wouldn't give up my memories of you for anything in the world though. Please, just promise me that you'll be here for me. Promise me you won't let go of me, just like I'll never let go of you."
"I promise." Dib knew he heard the words in his own mind, but he had a feeling that they didn't come from his own thoughts. He had been deeply connected with his mother all his life, but never felt all that close to his dad. It seemed like he always had some experiment to attend to.
"That's it. I'm going to tell Gaz I love her this morning, and when I get home, I'm going to make sure Dad hears me. He needs to." Dib walked down the stairs and saw Gaz's door open a trifle. Peering through it, he saw his sister sitting at her bed with a tear down her cheek.
"Gaz?" Dib called to her as he stepped in.
"GO AWAY!" she yelled as she turned her head.
"Gaz, I just wanted to tell you that I –"
"That you WHAT? Caught Bigfoot on tape?!"
"No. I wanted to tell you that I love you." Dib sat down beside her and hugged her. Timorously she placed her arms around her brother and for the first time showed her true emotions toward him.