Of Hopes and Fears Chapter 34: Memories, a gravity falls fanfic

Mabel awoke with a crick in her neck. Rubbing it vigorously, she sat up and looked around. The morning sun slanted off the trees and the birds sung sweet melodies in the branches. She wiped a tear away and stared at her now wet hand. She had been crying.

Last night's dream was something to cry about, though. Mabel remembered it clearly. How could she not? It was a memory.

"Catch me if you can!" A young, light haired girl skipped past two others quickly.

"I can! I can!" one of the other little girls squealed. Her dark hair fell across her back in ripples, swooshing as she ran. The third little girl was the smallest and most innocent. She wasn't entirely sure where to go.

"Come, Mabel!" the blonde child cried. "I'll bet you can't catch me!" Mabel cocked her head to the side shyly and turned away. The dark haired girl's dark mocha eyes filled with sympathy.

"She's shy," she said.

"The first day of school's always scary," the blonde girl said kindly. "But you have friends- best friends with you. We'll always be best friends. Truce?" The girl stuck out her pinkie. "I, Melodie Viola Jhonston, swear to be best friends forever with Mabel Pines and Sorcha-Leigh Miller." Leigh giggled and held her pinkie out as well. And finally, little shy Mabel did the same.

The dream changed, and a dark, cold room replaced the bright schoolyard.

"Have you heard of the Gravity Falls fatalis flower?" Tom asked the now seven-year-old little girls.

"My great uncle lives in Gravity Falls," piped up Mabel. Tom chuckled and swiped a beautiful blossom from his coat pocket. Mel was extremely intrigued by its beauty.

"Can I touch it?" she asked.

"Aah, uh... sorry sweetie. The thorns are pretty dangerous. Lethal." Leigh's eyes glinted.

"That's... a peculiar flower to keep, then, Mr. Jhonston." she said.

"Funny you should say that. A co-worker of mine at the herbology center explained it almost had powers," Tom replied.

"Powers?" Leigh asked.

"Some say if you find a way to destroy it, it gives you abilities. Abilities to kill in gruesome ways with a flick of the head. To murder with the blink of an eye. To steal and commit crime, with the beckon of a finger. To possess, with the flash of an eye. Only the pure of heart are said to have the ability to destroy this flower, though." Tom explained.

"And, how would someone- someone not pure of heart be able to get this power?" Leigh asked.

"Why, they would have to destroy another flower," Tom answered. "And of course, they would then have enough power to give it all away. They would just have to be willing to. And, for an example of how amazing this power is, even a dirty spirit could destroy one petal, and they would have power unimaginable. Not deathly power, but great power. But- none of you could truly believe such a tall take?" Tom said.

"Not at all," Leigh murmured.

The dream changed once more. Now the cold, dark room became a cell. Chained to the wall of the cell was Mabel.

"Did you tell her!?" The cry rang out.

"I didn't, I swear!" Mabel cried.

"Then how did she find out about me stealing the flower!?"

"I don't know! I don't know!"

"She hates me now. Like I care. But I need this flower. Need it. And I can't have someone as stupid as Mel talking. I'm going to kidnap her. Make her my slave. Torture her. She almost cost me my only purpose in the world! "

"Leigh, listen. Please," Mabel pleaded.

"I'll murder you, too, Mabel."

The cell was now a brisk, dark night. Two young girls could be seen walking home.

"Mel?" Mabel asked.

"Yeah?"

"Uh... I just wanted to tell you you're my best friend. And, what I'm about to do is for you. For love. To save you from torture. Slavery," Mabel said sadly.

"Huh!?" Mel asked in surprise. Mabel brought forth an old kitchen knife and drew it. Mel screamed. "You're mental! Crazy! We were best friends! I hate you! Go away!" Her shoes slapped the pavement as she ran away.

The next morning, Mel, her brother, and baby sister were lined up in front of the moving van and car with suitcases and extra bags.

"I'll never forgive you, Mabel," Mel whispered to her former friend. And with that, she left. Hopped in the car and left for Oregon. Leigh was there as well. Holding the fatalis flower. Tom caught sight of it as he started the car. Jumping out, he exclaimed,

"Leigh, you stole my flower! All my work! Now give it back, please." The young girl and older man wrestled with the flower. Shouts could be heard from the streets. A door opened and a young boy scampered down the steps from his house.

"Are you leaving today for Oregon?" he asked Mel.

"Yeah Dipper. I really am," Mel replied. Tom finally tugged the flower free and took Mel by the sleeve to the car. Then they drove away. Leigh laughed.

"Someday," she said. "Someday." She opened her palm. Inside was a crushed flower petal.

Mabel screamed. The dream was so real, so vivid. But it was real. It had happened. This also triggered another memory. When she and her brother were running from door to door at Mel's home as the thunderstorm was going on. One door had the flower. She had smushed and smashed it. She had destroyed it. But nothing had happened. She for sure had wanted to do something bad, like steal. Mabel beckoned her finger and willed herself to wish to steal another apple from Sally's bag. Nothing.

But something was going on. She had some connection to the flower. After all, why else was Sorcha hunting her?

Okay, so pretty much everything was explained in this chapter. Whew, finally! It might still be a little confusing, though, so PM me if you have a question. Please