We the Fallen

Chapter 6

I can't bring myself to fall asleep, not after what had happened. Not after having to see my sisters heartbroken face. I did that, to her. I hurt her. How could I have forgotten about Mable's pig Waddles! "Damn it!" I whisper to myself. I look again at the box. "Why did any of this had to happen to us in the first place!" I think to myself, fist clenching into my ash covered jacket.  I look around us to see if any boats were around only to see nothing. I know we need to head up north to get to Oregon from, but from there we can either catch a bus and if not we'll hike. Though, if we had money for food and supplies it would be easier to imagine walking from the coastal part of Oregon to Gravity Falls, taking a bus may be too risky as we don't know who we can trust anymore. Guess it's a good thing that I passed Geography and AP Logistics with a straight A pluses. I look at my sister and sigh. I can't help but worry about how she's coping with all this. She's always been an optimistic extrovert. Seemingly unshakable confidence, knowing she had a support system to back her up. Me though, I-I've always been pessimistic, paranoid, and introverted. Sure I had my smarts and together we had our fair share of adventures but sometimes I think without my smarts I don't really have much I can help Mable with. I silently stared at the horizon as the sun began to show its face. I feel my magic becoming less potent and the adrenaline runs out. The world becomes dizzying but stills as I focus on my breathing. I can already tell this will be a long ride. 

I can feel the burn of the sun on my face as I slowly awaken. "So what are we gonna do now Dipping Dot?" I look at him solemnly. As I look around all I see is a massive expanse of blue as far as the eye can see. I have a feeling that I know where we need to go. I'm just not sure how we're gonna get there. "Honestly, going on with the fact that we're a couple of fourteen-year-olds supposed to go into the tenth grade I'm not sure," Dipper says with a cough. I can't help but lightly chuckle at what I hoped to be a joke. I look at him once more. "Seriously Dipper, what are we gonna do? With not a thing to our name other than this boat and this box, we're screwed. I feel like we're trapped in one of those shitty dramas Gruncle Ford watched." Silence waved over our heads for a moment and we just sat and stared at each other. And just as suddenly as the silence came our laughter broke it. I then thought to myself, "Even though we lost everything at least there is still a "we" and not a "me" ."