Memories of You
Chapter Six – Six Years Old
Dib put down the book he was reading. Mysterious Mysteries was on in five minutes. Five minutes wasn't much time, but it was enough time to write a letter.
"Dear Mysterious Mysteries:
I know that you usually investigate the paranormal, but I've got a mystery that has to do with the murder of my mom and it involves the paranormal, too. Please, I'm six years old and she died when I was two. Three years ago, my sister Gaz confessed that she had heard our parents arguing and a vase crashing and my mom scream. She thinks my Dad gave her the concussion that led to her death. She said that he may not have intended to kill her, but that doesn't seem likely. If he didn't mean to, then why wouldn't he aid her after hitting her with the vase? All I know is that I love my mom and that I communicate with her spirit each day. I love her with all my heart, and nothing will prevent me from turning my attention away from solving the mystery of her murder. Even if an alien came to try and conquer the world. That's how much I love her. She was the only person who ever listened to me and believed me about my theories of the paranormal and she's the only person who's believed me and really cared about me. To solve this mystery would mean the world to me, and I won't rest until her spirit is conciliated.
Please put me on your show so I can learn once and for all what happened to her. After all, both investigators of the paranormal and of science share my ultimate goal: The search for truth. I'm also very lonely because of my obsession.
My dad is a world-renowned scientist who constantly talks of my outgrowing belief in aliens one day, but that's not true. The truth is, he has only seen people who aren't very serious about it and some of the nuts and idiots. I'm different. I'm not either of those. I'm intelligent, and I'm not blinded by my beliefs when investigating the paranormal.
It was the day I told my dad that I believed in aliens that he got upset. The whole family got into an argument the day before, and Gaz can vouch for the argument during the night. I just wish I didn't feel so alone. I want to feel like my mom is avenged, or I'll never rest. Please pay consideration to this letter. I am about to watch your show right now, and I am so desperate for some help. I love my mom, and I always will.
With high hopes,
Your #1 fan and the saddest kid on Earth, Dib"
Dib labeled the envelope and walked outside to put it in the mailbox. He closed his eyes and held it to his heart for a moment. "I love you, Mom...." He placed it inside and ran into the house. Once the opening credits began, he wept because he used to watch the show with his mother every day. Instead, he turned the television off and began to write another letter.
"Mom –
It's me, Dib. The son you loved so much. But what about now? What do I do now? I'm not going to grow up with you there to guide and love me. No one loves me now. What to do? I dream that you're back here, and I show you what I've been up to. When I wake up, I wish I never had woken up. I sometimes wish I was dead too. I want to be with you, Mom! No matter what it takes! If it means my life, I'll do it! I'll do anything to be with you! I won't be able to record the rest of my thoughts because in a few minutes I'll be with you. My physical being will no longer be. I'll be with you. I'll do anything to be with you! My life is not my life without you. If you can't return, I'll have to go after you."
Dib reached for a knife in the kitchen and held it up to his face. He checked the blade to make sure it was sharp enough. Just at that moment, Gaz walked in. "What are you doing with that?"
"I...just...don't stop me! I want to die!"
"Dib, don't!"
"Why not?! Mom's gone, and she's not coming back! I want to be with her! I want to be with someone who cares! I love her!"
"I understand why you're doing this. I tried to last week, but Mom stopped me."
"You tried to kill yourself?! Gaz, don't do that! No! You can't kill yourself!" Dib dropped the knife on the floor and ran to Gaz. He hugged her firmly and tears fell from his eyes.
"Why not? With you too, we'll be one big happy family."
"Gaz, what are you saying?!"
"I'm saying what you were thinking." Gaz showed Dib the scar on her neck. "See? Look, Dib, Mom saved me."
"What do you mean?"
"I drove the knife deep into my throat. I should be dead now. But the gash suddenly healed, and now all there is left is this scar. She doesn't want us to die."
"I want to die! I don't want to live like this! With Mom gone and Dad at work all the time and having no friends and you not liking me, I'm alone! You don't know how it is being alone!"
"I'm in exactly the same position."
"Gaz, I like you. I love you. How could you think that I don't?"
"However you think that I don't like you. I love you."
"Thank you, Gaz. You've saved my life. I don't know how to repay you."
"Try to be happy."
"I'll try." When Gaz left, he retrieved the letter and put it in a box for safekeeping.
Chapter Six – Six Years Old
Dib put down the book he was reading. Mysterious Mysteries was on in five minutes. Five minutes wasn't much time, but it was enough time to write a letter.
"Dear Mysterious Mysteries:
I know that you usually investigate the paranormal, but I've got a mystery that has to do with the murder of my mom and it involves the paranormal, too. Please, I'm six years old and she died when I was two. Three years ago, my sister Gaz confessed that she had heard our parents arguing and a vase crashing and my mom scream. She thinks my Dad gave her the concussion that led to her death. She said that he may not have intended to kill her, but that doesn't seem likely. If he didn't mean to, then why wouldn't he aid her after hitting her with the vase? All I know is that I love my mom and that I communicate with her spirit each day. I love her with all my heart, and nothing will prevent me from turning my attention away from solving the mystery of her murder. Even if an alien came to try and conquer the world. That's how much I love her. She was the only person who ever listened to me and believed me about my theories of the paranormal and she's the only person who's believed me and really cared about me. To solve this mystery would mean the world to me, and I won't rest until her spirit is conciliated.
Please put me on your show so I can learn once and for all what happened to her. After all, both investigators of the paranormal and of science share my ultimate goal: The search for truth. I'm also very lonely because of my obsession.
My dad is a world-renowned scientist who constantly talks of my outgrowing belief in aliens one day, but that's not true. The truth is, he has only seen people who aren't very serious about it and some of the nuts and idiots. I'm different. I'm not either of those. I'm intelligent, and I'm not blinded by my beliefs when investigating the paranormal.
It was the day I told my dad that I believed in aliens that he got upset. The whole family got into an argument the day before, and Gaz can vouch for the argument during the night. I just wish I didn't feel so alone. I want to feel like my mom is avenged, or I'll never rest. Please pay consideration to this letter. I am about to watch your show right now, and I am so desperate for some help. I love my mom, and I always will.
With high hopes,
Your #1 fan and the saddest kid on Earth, Dib"
Dib labeled the envelope and walked outside to put it in the mailbox. He closed his eyes and held it to his heart for a moment. "I love you, Mom...." He placed it inside and ran into the house. Once the opening credits began, he wept because he used to watch the show with his mother every day. Instead, he turned the television off and began to write another letter.
"Mom –
It's me, Dib. The son you loved so much. But what about now? What do I do now? I'm not going to grow up with you there to guide and love me. No one loves me now. What to do? I dream that you're back here, and I show you what I've been up to. When I wake up, I wish I never had woken up. I sometimes wish I was dead too. I want to be with you, Mom! No matter what it takes! If it means my life, I'll do it! I'll do anything to be with you! I won't be able to record the rest of my thoughts because in a few minutes I'll be with you. My physical being will no longer be. I'll be with you. I'll do anything to be with you! My life is not my life without you. If you can't return, I'll have to go after you."
Dib reached for a knife in the kitchen and held it up to his face. He checked the blade to make sure it was sharp enough. Just at that moment, Gaz walked in. "What are you doing with that?"
"I...just...don't stop me! I want to die!"
"Dib, don't!"
"Why not?! Mom's gone, and she's not coming back! I want to be with her! I want to be with someone who cares! I love her!"
"I understand why you're doing this. I tried to last week, but Mom stopped me."
"You tried to kill yourself?! Gaz, don't do that! No! You can't kill yourself!" Dib dropped the knife on the floor and ran to Gaz. He hugged her firmly and tears fell from his eyes.
"Why not? With you too, we'll be one big happy family."
"Gaz, what are you saying?!"
"I'm saying what you were thinking." Gaz showed Dib the scar on her neck. "See? Look, Dib, Mom saved me."
"What do you mean?"
"I drove the knife deep into my throat. I should be dead now. But the gash suddenly healed, and now all there is left is this scar. She doesn't want us to die."
"I want to die! I don't want to live like this! With Mom gone and Dad at work all the time and having no friends and you not liking me, I'm alone! You don't know how it is being alone!"
"I'm in exactly the same position."
"Gaz, I like you. I love you. How could you think that I don't?"
"However you think that I don't like you. I love you."
"Thank you, Gaz. You've saved my life. I don't know how to repay you."
"Try to be happy."
"I'll try." When Gaz left, he retrieved the letter and put it in a box for safekeeping.