Warnings: self harm, angst
Word count: 1137
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The motel was dirty and cold. I spent the whole night, tossing and turning in a pathetic struggle to get comfortable, only to find myself staring at the ceiling the whole night. When I did finally fall asleep, I was haunted by nightmares outside of my wildest imagination.
Bill taunted me, feeding on my darkest insecurities, calling out, "Little Sixer lost her family! Might as well take my deal again, huh?" I screamed at him that I wouldn't, never in a million years. He laughed, eyes wide as he declares, "Oh, dear sweet Victoria... Haven't you heard the prophecy?"
That's the moment I woke up, cutting him off entirely. My breathing slows as I take a minute to calm down, glancing outside, where it's still dark. "Ugh," I huff, throwing myself back down onto the bed tiredly. My phone rings on the rickety bedside table and I quickly pick it up, seeing a number I don't recognize.
"Hello?" I answer, curious about who the unknown number is but all I hear is static on the other end. "Hello?" I repeat, wondering what kind of prank call this is.
I hear a cough and then a familiar voice, "Kid, Ford is making me go find you... or whatever... Where are you?" I roll my eyes, finding it amusing that he found himself a pay phone.
"I don't want to talk to you," I answer, about to hang up except I don't. Because I want to hear his response.
There's silence for a second. "Victoria," Ford's voice utters, slightly muffled. "Victoria, please. Tell us your location." I sigh, hesitating for a moment. If they do find me, will Stan even apologize for being completely out of line?
I glance down at my arms, scratched up from my fingernails as blood rolls down to my elbow. I pretend that my scars don't sting; I pretend that I haven't just irritated them all by letting my fingernails draw blood.
"Victoria? Are you still there?" Ford asks. I freeze, then I glance up at myself in the mirror, seeing the scared little girl I am.
"I'm in a motel," I answer. I hang up immediately, throwing my phone directly at the mirror, shattering it into a million pieces. My reflection warps into a distorted echo of myself. I'm tempted to take one of the shards and cut my arms up, but they're already sore enough.
Maybe later.
I find myself walking into the bathroom, turning on the sink, and letting the cool water run down my forearms. The blood flows down the drain as I watch it disappear. I watch as the angry scars seem fainter as the red liquid washes away.
I pull my sleeves down, hiding the searing pain I left behind as I lay down for a second, closing my eyes in the darkness of the room. I feel like something's watching me, causing goosebumps followed by a shiver up my spine.
I bolt up, frantically glancing around. Then a loud and demanding knock on the door startles me. Nervously, I peer through the little eyehole on the door, sighing in relief when I only see Stan and Ford. I open the door for them, and only Stan walks in.
"I'm only here to make sure my brother apologizes," Ford tells me, "This seems personal, so I will stay out of your way, Stanley." He walks away to who knows where, leaving us alone in an awkwardly bitter silence.
"Hey... kiddo. I- Uh..." he sits down on the bed next to me, stammering slightly. He sighs, glancing up at me, "I'll cut to the chase. I shouldn't have kicked you out. I was just afraid you were growing up too fast... and. I don't know. I'm not good with words."
He pauses, looking at me and I hesitate as well. "Me neither," I utter, wondering where Ford went.
"It's just... I care about you and well... I thought I was going to lose you. You're fifteen. You'll be going off to college soon, getting married, and probably leaving this town. Leaving your old man behind," he explains. His method of kicking me out was kind of counterproductive if he wanted me to stay, but I ignore that thought.
"I'm not going to leave you behind," I assure him, "I feel connected to this town and I don't think I could ever really leave."
"Heh, I am sorry, you know..." he mutters, sighing.
"I know," I sigh as well, "I am, too."
"You shouldn't be. You didn't do anything," he assures me. There's a silence that follows for a while. Luckily, it's the comfortable kind that doesn't require any words to ruin it. There's a knock on the door and I can hear Ford's muffled voice on the other side, asking if we're done. I guess not being in this dimension causes him to be a bit anxious out in the open.
I would be, too.
"Ford, what do you want?" Stan demanded, opening the door to glare at his brother.
"Are you done? The sun is going down," Ford sighed, rubbing his temples in annoyance. Stan nods and pushes himself past Ford, walking down the stairs. "Well, alright then. Guess we're going home." He puts his hand on my shoulder, "Did he actually apologize?"
I nodded, pulling my sleeves past my fingertips. I can feel the blood try to roll its way past my palms as I try to hide it. "Yeah, he did," I tell him, pushing past him as well to get to the car.
"I'm gonna need my wallet back!" I heard Stan yell. I hurriedly pull it out of my pocket and toss it to him. He catches it and giddily starts the car, yelling at us to move it or lose it. Rolling my eyes, I take a step forward only to get held back.
"Victoria, hold on for a second," Ford tells me, and I give him a curious look. "You asked me yesterday what a certain portion of the journal meant and I didn't answer you. 'The spawn of Cipher will betray its family in order to...' I understand your curiosity, then I read Dipper's entries..."
"Cipheric Trances..." I mumble, knowing exactly what he's talking about. I'm not sure where this conversation is going.
"Yes, I must ask you... did you make a deal with Bill Cipher? How much do you know about him?" he asked me. I'm not sure how to answer.
"I-" I hesitate, slightly scared. The scars on my arm burn with guilt. "When I was six. I don't know a lot about him," I answer, unsure if that last response is true or not.
He nods, about to answer when Stan yells again. "HURRY UP YOU TWO!"
"We will continue this conversation at a later time," Ford sighs, glaring at his brother. We walk to the car in silence and I can't help but feel like my grandfather is judging me.
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A/N: little sixer needs to punch bill in the face
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