Chapter 5

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Hi readers. Yeah, I'm not dead. I just forgot this little thing existed. Now that I'm back my writer's block is a little more cleared I'll be able to attempt writing a bit more. Nice to know so many people like my story. So without further ado let's get on with the story.

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I can smell the saltiness of the ocean, and hear the rumbling of an oncoming storm. It's calming reminding me of my mother's heartbeat. I can feel gently the magic of my sister prodding me to awaken. Though I would like nothing more other than to stay asleep, the memories of the night before crash onto me like a wave, and I can do nothing else but silently cry for what we've lost. I sit up to look at my sister neither one of us saying a word. We don't have to in order to understand the weight of what has happened. I sigh and can't help but look out of our little shelter to see a full moon. So peaceful that my heart aches to look at it. All the memories of our parents, what we did together. As I shudder at the cold I turn to see my sister staring wide-eyed into the darkness. Lights? No, that's fire! As I run to grab the key and the box so that we can continue on to our destination I can hear my mothers lullaby. Calling out to us from a distance I knew for all of us... this was our final farewell.

I can feel them in my legs once more as we ran the oceans of fire from our house quickly spreading into our forest. The few hours of rest greatly appreciated. As the sound of our mother's song follows us onwards, to the docks, my brother quickly unties the boat I can't help but look back at all that we will be leaving. Our mother, our father, ... Oh no I forgot WADDLES! I can't help but scream in panic. "No, no, no, no! Dipper we left Waddles. We have to go back!" I cried. "We can't go back. There isn't anything to go back to!" He sighed back hunched as darkness clouded his eyes. "As much as I wish to get you your pig back I can't risk losing you too." He sighs once more in defeat. I have never seen him look so defeated. Not even when we had fought Bill. To think that this is the way my life would turn out I can't help but get angry and scream as all my memories burn with the blue flames of our home. I look back one last time and in an attempt at closure, I whisper a faint goodbye.  

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What did you think of angst in this chapter? If you did share the story if not comment on what you think I could do better. Anyway, I'll try to get more chapters in since it's the summer. Goodbye 

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