Dark Love

Bruises

Dipper awoke to a dark room, the light coming from his window dull and multi-colored due to it being a stain glass window He got up and dressed himself in an oversized black hoodie with some dark blue skinny jeans. He also grabbed a pair of fluffy socks so his feet didn't freeze. He rushed downstairs to begin making breakfast for his "family". He knew that they didn't care about him so he didn't put much thought towards what he called them. He opened the fridge only to find that it was almost empty. He checked his phone and saw that he still had about an hour left before the others awoke. He rushed to the front door throwing on his black ankle converse and walking out.

He arrived in town within fifteen minutes of walking through the forest. He walked to the store ignoring all the stares he was getting from the residents of the town, he was used to them by now. When he entered all the other shoppers turned to look at him, throwing nasty looks his way after recognizing who it was. His twin sister Mabel had spread rumors about him that consisted of him being a "troublemaking homewrecker". Dipper knew they were untrue seeing as he was still a virgin, but the others wouldn't listen to him, believing that his sister was a saint sent straight from heaven. He rushed to get what he needed for the next month, then returned to the counter to pay. The cashier glared at him like he was less than the dirt he walked on everyday. Dipper was hurt but would never let any of the people in this town know that. They had cast him aside like trash so he would do the same.

After paying he began the walk back to the mystery shack. He hadn't refered to that place as his home in a very long time. Not after what the other occupants in it had done to him. When he arrived his sister was waiting by the front door with their uncles next to her. Dipper froze in his spot as he saw them. He looked down to his phone and saw that it was 6am, he was late. He walked to them slowly, not daring to look up as he felt their glares on him, making him tremble in fear. When he reached the front porch he was greeted with a rough hand pulling his head up by his hair. He clenched his jaw shut not giving his relatives the satisfaction of knowing he was in pain.

The groceries fell from his hands as his uncle began pulling him to his room by the grip he had on his hair. He kept his jaw shut, still refusing to give in to his relatives twisted nature. This angered his uncle so when they reached his room he threw him roughly to the floor as his sister slammed the door shut locking him in with his uncles. His uncle ford immediately threw a kick to his stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. Both his uncles began repeatedly kicking him as he curled into himself, trying to prevent as much damage as he could. When he began coughing up blood they went to the door knocking 3 times, signaling to Mabel who was right outside the door that they were done. She immediately unlocked the door and let them out, closing and locking the door again right after.

Dipper stood and went to the mirror that he had on his closet door. It was almost a full body mirror, accept it only went down to his knees. He lifted the hoodie he wore to see that his uncles had done quit a bit of damage. Large bruises were already forming all along his torso, chest, and back. A wave of rage washed over him as he rushed to the desk he had in his room. In the drawer there lay a book made by his uncle. He looked for one specific page and smirked when he found it. This world would pay for becoming such a dark and twisted place. All the creeps who prayed on children, the bullies who prayed on those weaker than them, the narcissists who thought treating others like trash was justified by their greatness. All of them would burn in order for a better world to take shape.