Chapter Three
It was one week after Vennita's death. By now, Dib was too weak even to get out of bed. He had caught the disease as he had hoped, and looked forward to dying. Each day he got weaker, and each day he knew the time would be soon.
One day, out of curiosity, Gaz went to her brother's room. "Why haven't you been coming out of bed? Have you finally realized how annoying you are?"
"Actually, I'm dying. I caught the disease my friend Vennita died from. Isn't that great?" This only confused Gaz.
"What kind of joke is this?"
"No joke. My friend died, and I love her. I can't wait to join her."
"You're not sick. You must be faking it."
"No. I'm not. You know Vennita, don't you?"
"Yeah. She's in my class. Was held back for not writing a paper about why ghosts don't exist. Reminded me of you in a way. That's why I never talked to her."
"The notes she always handed you to give me were love notes. I visited her, and brought her back here. Dad wouldn't help, and I tried, but I couldn't do anything. So I kissed her. I caught the disease. And now I'm going to die with her."
"You're really going to die?"
"Yes. Gaz, could you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"A favor. Tell Dad I died happily.... And Gaz...you're a great sister. I love you."
"I guess I do...like you...too." Dib turned over in his bed, and then stopped breathing. "Dib? Dib, this isn't funny. You're just asleep, right?" Gaz approached Dib's bed, poked him a little, and he didn't move. She felt his heart, and it didn't beat. "You're dead...." Gaz uttered, and backed away. She then walked into her room and lay down in her bed. Though she'd never let anyone see it, a tear rolled down her cheek. From a secret compartment under her dresser, she pulled out a framed photograph of Dib. Barely even audible, she whispered, "I love you Dib." In her despair, she dropped the photograph, leaving the glass shattered, as was her secret dream of becoming close with her brother.
Epilogue coming up.
It was one week after Vennita's death. By now, Dib was too weak even to get out of bed. He had caught the disease as he had hoped, and looked forward to dying. Each day he got weaker, and each day he knew the time would be soon.
One day, out of curiosity, Gaz went to her brother's room. "Why haven't you been coming out of bed? Have you finally realized how annoying you are?"
"Actually, I'm dying. I caught the disease my friend Vennita died from. Isn't that great?" This only confused Gaz.
"What kind of joke is this?"
"No joke. My friend died, and I love her. I can't wait to join her."
"You're not sick. You must be faking it."
"No. I'm not. You know Vennita, don't you?"
"Yeah. She's in my class. Was held back for not writing a paper about why ghosts don't exist. Reminded me of you in a way. That's why I never talked to her."
"The notes she always handed you to give me were love notes. I visited her, and brought her back here. Dad wouldn't help, and I tried, but I couldn't do anything. So I kissed her. I caught the disease. And now I'm going to die with her."
"You're really going to die?"
"Yes. Gaz, could you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"A favor. Tell Dad I died happily.... And Gaz...you're a great sister. I love you."
"I guess I do...like you...too." Dib turned over in his bed, and then stopped breathing. "Dib? Dib, this isn't funny. You're just asleep, right?" Gaz approached Dib's bed, poked him a little, and he didn't move. She felt his heart, and it didn't beat. "You're dead...." Gaz uttered, and backed away. She then walked into her room and lay down in her bed. Though she'd never let anyone see it, a tear rolled down her cheek. From a secret compartment under her dresser, she pulled out a framed photograph of Dib. Barely even audible, she whispered, "I love you Dib." In her despair, she dropped the photograph, leaving the glass shattered, as was her secret dream of becoming close with her brother.
Epilogue coming up.