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July 2016: Yule

July 2016
Yule's POV:

...What? Wait, what's going on? What happened? Where- Where am I?
The last thing I remember is...
Oh. Yeah.
I was dying. I was in blinding, excruciating pain. I was-
Shoot! Where is the portal? Where are the dream demons? My friends need help and I-
"Oh!" I yelp as I try to get to my feet.
But it's like I'm not-
What? This- this can't be!
My body. I can't feel anything. I'm freaking transparent. My wounds are gone.
I finally see where I am. I'm standing (hovering?) in front of a headstone that reads:

Yule Klaus Shields
December 25, 1998 - June 30, 2016
Precious son, beloved brother
Our gift

No. No way. This has to be some sort of trick. This is my father's grave, it has to be! I'm just looking at is wrong, I just-
I look to the stone beside this one, which reads:

Miles Herb Shields
January 24, 1970 - February 6, 2005
Loving and loved husband and father
Forever in our hearts

No. No, no, no, that's his. Which means the one next to it is...
Mine.
I crumple to my knees, my head bowed in between my hands.
I'm dead. I'm freaking dead. A ghost. That's what I am. Just a shell of my old self.
I shakily bring my hands to my face. Trembling, I see that it's as if they're not attached to my body. I feel for where my arms should be. They still feel like they're there...
No. Not feel. I can't feel anything. Oh gosh, please, no, help, somebody, please!
I have to get home. How do I get home?! Mom can help me- or Tyler? I stumble to my feet, which also seem dismembered. I take a step. Then another. It seems I can walk fine. I look down at myself. I'm wearing the clothes I died in, but they're not torn or bloodstained anymore. It's like my clothes are brand new. Even my sneakers look spotless. But everything has taken on the gray, transparent shades that my body has.
Overwhelmed by a bout of misery, I collapse onto my father's gravestone. "Daddy," I sob, clutching onto it tightly. "Are you there? Help me, I need help!"
No answer. No freaking answer! Oh gosh, what do I do?! I don't know what to do! Someone, anyone, tell me what to do!
I clutch at my chest trying to calm my breathing. I keep myself from taking another breath, and I realize that I don't need to do even that anymore. I mean, I can breathe, but it's not necessary at all. This is so messed up.
I need to get home. Mom can help me. Tyler can help me.
I practically fly over to my house. It's a jarring, thrilling, horrifying sensation. The world whizzes past. I'm experiencing Gravity Falls as never before. It's beyond overwhelming. I try to focus my mind solely on getting home, because I fear if I let myself dwell on all this, I'll go insane.
I finally reach my house. I run as best I can up the driveway, then reach to knock when I get to the door, but my spectral hand falls right through.
Reduced to tears, I fall against the door, but my body phases right through. I hit the floor on the other side with a gasp, but it doesn't hurt at all. I scream anyway, more frightened and frustrated out of anything.
"Mom?" I call out, getting back up. "Tyler!" There's no answer, so I walk through the living room first, then go to the kitchen. I find Tyler there. "Tyler! Oh, thank God! Tyler!"
But he doesn't respond. It's like he simply sees through me. No, no, this can't be happening. Can he not see me?
Have I really become... a ghost?
"TYLER!" I scream. "TY!" I try to reach out to him, but my hand passes right through. Sobs begin building in my throat. "TYLER, PLEASE!"
Tyler just sits down and hangs his head. He heaves a sigh and grits his teeth as tears fall from his eyes. His back shakes as he weeps, but his cries are silent, devastated.
"Tyler? Oh, my boy." Mom's voice sounds from the entry to the kitchen. She looks terrible. Her eyes are red and exhausted. The skin around her eyes is puffy and swollen. Her face droops as if the world's been taken away from her. I suppose it has.
"Mom," Tyler chokes out, brushing away his tears. "Can I- Can I get something for you?" He stands and faces her. "Don't stress yourself. Go back to bed. I'll take care of you."
"Mom!" I cry, trying to get her attention. I stumble up to her. "Mommy! MOM! Please, please, I'm right here! Help me! I don't- I don't know what to do!"
"Tyler, just hold me," Mom says defeatedly, paying no attention to me. "You need it, too."
Tyler nods silently and walks into Mom's open arms. They embrace tightly, shaking with silent tears.
It's been years since I've seen my brother cry.
They're doing this because of me. They loved me this much... They had to bury me? How did they stand it? If it was Tyler or Mom in my place, I don't think I could've taken it.
I walk back to sit at the table, lay my head in my arms, and break down and sob. What am I going to do? I'm dead. I'm freaking dead.
Bill. Bill will know what to do. If not him, Dipper can help me. He has to. He knows all about ghosts, right? My memory had better be working right, because that's about one of the last options I've got.
I take one last look at my grieving family, then leave, despair clouding every corner of my spirit.
What am I supposed to do like this? What use am I to my family and friends dead? Why am I still here?
Why did I have to die so soon?