Dark Days (BillxDipper)

LVI

AN: Slight trigger warning maybe?? Full credit to the artist~~

~Bill's POV~

     How fucking annoying. God damn it Shooting Star. I know she's in here and she's ignoring me. "Let me in damn it!" I growl at the bathroom door. Eventually I just break the door open and storm in. Shooting star lays low in a bubble bath, but the water has turned red and there's glass everywhere. If it wasn't for the smug smile on her face and the faint echo of 'fuck you' bouncing around her mind I would have thought someone attacked her. I'm not stupid though. 

     This is even more fucking annoying. I'm already feeling drained at the amount of magic I've used on Pine Tree, not that I'm complaining in the slightest, I'd do it a thousands times over if I had to, but now I have to use more. I storm over to the tub and reach into the warm water and grab her arm. I stick my finger inside the deep gash she made and use as much magic as I need to immediately seal the vein then let incredible heat come from my palm and press it flat against the wound. I sear her skin shut, cauterizing it, not caring that it leaves a burn in the shape of my hand. 

    She was fading when I burst in but the searing pain brought her back as she screamed and wrenched away from me. "Fuck off!!!" she screams at me. I just glare at her. "Don't be so fucking annoying Shooting Star" I grumble at her. "You god damn piece of shit! How dare you come back after what you did!! You abandoned us! You motherfucking troglodyte! Get out!!" She screams at me. 

     My eyebrow raises when she screams that I abandoned her, and the second follows at the slur she throws at me. Been a while since I heard that particular word. I was genuinely starting to think humans didn't know it anymore. But that's not what I'm here for. "Don't insult me Shooting Star, I abandoned no one. Especially not your brother" I growl at her. She shakily stands from the water, bracing against the wall and grabs onto my vest. 

     I couldn't give a shit less that she was naked, but it did surprise me a little that neither did she seem to care. Aren't girls more squeamish about that sort of thing? Nevermind, not important right now. I meet her glare with my own. "You disappeared, Bill." She spits my name like venom. "You have the audacity to show back up here... And without my brother no less!" She sneers at me. I rest my hands on my cane in front of me, keeping my temper under control, glaring at her. 

     "How fucking dare you. You made me think you would help, but you just left me here. I don't hear from you for over three weeks and all of a sudden you just show up and think you have the fucking right to decide that I should live? You pull me back just to piss me off?! You have some nerve thinking you can save my life after I've already decided to take it. I didn't need your help just now! What gives you the fucking right, Bill? HUH?!" Her grip on me is tight and trembling as she shakes me around. Her face is red with anger and her glare could kill. Though I am not intimidated one bit, any other mortal man would be. Which is strange coming from her. 

     "You done?" I ask her with a sneer. She growls angrily and punches me in the face. I'll be honest I wasn't expecting it, but with her blood loss, the punch is honestly weak. I gather my composure and tuck my anger at the attack inside. I grab her wounded wrist and yank it off my jacket, straightening the fabric. "Now are you done?" I ask her.  Her breathing is heavy and almost feral, her fists shaking at her sides as angry tears stream down her cheeks. "If you want I can leave you to kill yourself again... Or you can pull yourself together, get dressed and come see your brother" I growl at her. Her eyes widen and her body tenses completely. "What?" She whispers. 

     "Did I stutter? It's your choice Shooting Star. I'll give you five minutes. If your not out by then I'm leaving. Not looking forward to being the one to tell My Pine Tree that his sister offed herself though." I say as I slam the door behind me, leaving her behind to get ready.