In His Clutches

Expostion

He awoke in a room, seeming so familiar, but not close enough to anything to pinpoint it. Dipper’s eyes scan the room for clues, checking the floor with the gross green carpeting, the ceiling with holed tiles, and around the walls, seeing a empty trash can, a blackboard with a triangle containing a small circle in the middle , a bookshelf with unused notebooks, and a red engraved sign saying, “Mr. Woods. Room 374” This jogged Dipper’s memory enough to find this is the pre-calculus room for his ‘Gifted and Talented’ learning class. Dipper was bored by this fact, but his ears perked up at the sound of an ear-splitting scream. He ran out of the room, nearly ramming into the door as the blood-curdling scream continued. Across the hall, the room labeled “Mrs. Jackson. Room 377” was shoved open. Inside it contained very little, basic white walls, white ceilings, and a mostly white floor, besides the pooling red liquid around a screeching young girl’s wrists. It took Dipper less than a second to place the face to a name. That was Mable Pines; his sister but at the age of 12, rather than her current age of 15. His legs ran over to her, without Dipper’s input. She looked at Dipper and cried at him, "This, this is your fault, why weren't you here when I needed you?" Before he could answer her face went pale, and she let out her last breath. Dipper let out a scream of pure pain. 
His eyes widened vastly as he stopped hyperventilating. His breaths began to slow their rhythm, and Dipper got re-used to the sight of his room and not the blank rooms of the nightmare’s school. He let his head back down on the bed and his mind back at ease. His breaths were now deep and long as opposed to the quick and shallow breaths he took only just a minute ago.