Chapter 4

Hey guys. I am so sorry for the long wait, but I am just now getting over my writers block. Just warning you guys, updates are going to become less frequent on all of my stories, as I am working on a novel now. Gravity Falls belongs to Alex Hirsch, not me. By the way, I apologize for changing this twice, but I needed to change the sequals name! Onto the story!

Mabel awoke with a scream. Her whole body was drenched in sweat and she was shaking so bad her teeth were chattering. Her breathing was fast and heavy. It's not real it's not real it's not real. She told herself over and over again, but it didn't change the fact that the dream had felt to very real. She looked down at the shooting star sweater that she was clutching in her arms and anger filled her eyes. She screamed again and flung it against the wall as hard as she could.

It's not fair! It should be me! Dipper should be here, not me. It's my fault. The thoughts raced through Mabel's mind as she stared at the sweater. The bright pink sweater that had once been her favorite article of clothing. So many happy memories were kept safe in those threads. But Mabel didn't want to remember those things if Dipper wasn't there to remember them with her. Making up her mind, Mabel crossed over to the closet and pulled out all her sweaters, one at a time. Once she had them all, she stuffed them into a big basket with the shooting star one on top.

Taking the basket, Mabel lugged it down the stairs and outside, careful not to alert her grunkle to her presence. She made several trips before she had all her sweaters in a big pile out on the lawn. The shooting star sweater remained on the porch, for now. Tears poured down Mabel's face as she looked at the sweaters, remembering all the happy times she and Dipper had been through. School picture day. Valentines Day. Defeating Gideon. Fishing with Grunkle Stan. So many past memories. They now only served to remind her that there would be no future memories to make with Dipper.

Mabel pulled a matchbox out of the pocket of her black dress and carefully struck one, watching the flame burn for a moment. She hesitated only a moment before tossing the match onto the pile of sweaters. The sweater caught fire immediately, as though they had been doused in gasoline.

As they burned, so did the memories they held. More tears ran down Mabel's face without her realizing it. She reached over and clutched the shooting star sweater in her hands. So many memories, held in this sweater. The cheerful pink color Mabel knew she could never bear to wear again. The shooting star symbol had once symbolized happiness and energy for her, but now it was just the nickname Bill used for her.

With a scream, Mabel threw the sweater onto the burning pile and watched the flames consume it. She stayed there all afternoon, watching her sweaters burn into a pile of ashes.

When the flames finally burned out, Mabel walked forward and scooped up a pile of ashes. She held up her hand, palm facing the sky, and let the wind blow away the ashes. Blow away the memories. As the ashes tumbled away in the wind, a smile finally came to Mabel's face. She took the first deep breath she had taken since she had woken up. As the ashes flew away, Mabel blew them a kiss. Letting go of Dipper along with the memories.

There! The story is finished! Don't worry Nina Everblade, Bill is going to get what he deserves. There is going to be a sequel called Revenge of Rising Stars. It might be a while until I post it, though. Until next time.

-Hourglass