Psychic

Thoughts

Still confused, I wandered up to the attic behind Dipper. I wanted nothing more than to fall into my bed and go to sleep.

But of course, I couldn't.

I sat on my bed and slipped my shoes off, and was about to go to bed, but Dipper interrupted me.

"Mabel, are you okay?" He asked, concern filling his eyes.

"Yeah." I replied. "Just...shaken."

He nodded in understanding. "I am too."

I was getting into bed, and had one leg under my covers when he murmured, "I don't think that's your real reason."

"Huh?" I glanced over to see him inspecting his hands for some reason. "What did you just say?"

"Uh...'I am too'?" Dipper looked confused.

"No, after that." I shook my head.

"I didn't say anything after that, Mabel." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I-I'm fine." I said quietly, looking down at my sheets. "I just thought I heard you way something, that's all."

"Sleep would do you some good."

"What?" I looked up again to see Dipper immersed in a book.

"I didn't say anything, Mabel." He glanced up at me, then went back to reading. Then I heard the same eerie murmur. "That's it, she's finally gone off the deep end."

The creepy thing was that I was watching him, and his mouth wasn't moving. I was kind of freaking out at this point.

"Dipper, what's going on?" I looked around the room, searching for some sort of secret speaker that was making the voice. There was none.

"What are you talking about?" He rolled his eyes. The murmur happened again. "Can't she see I'm reading?"

I was going to just go to bed and try to forget any of today ever happened when I heard Stan's voice echo up the stairs.

"Kids, dinner!"

I sighed as I got out of bed and grudgingly followed Dipper downstairs and into the kitchen. I sat at the table as Stan dished out Mexican take-out.

"And enchiladas for Mabel!" He announced as he handed me my plate and sat down.

I picked at my food, not really in the mood for eating.

"Mabel, you feeling alright?" Stan asked, looking worried. Once again, I heard a murmur as I picked at my food. "You sick or something?"

"I'm not sick." I replied, still pushing a bit of rice around my plate.

"Honey, I never asked if you were." He shook his head slowly. Then another murmur. "But I sure as hell thought it. She's scaring me now."

I froze mid-poke. He what now?

"Huh?" I glanced up at Stan.

"I never asked you." He repeated.

"No, what did you say after that?" I asked.

"Uh, nothing." Stan narrowed his eyes. Another murmur. "Stan, your mind is old and crippled. You need sleep."

I was freaked out. It all made sense. He wouldn't say that out loud, no. But he would be more than happy to think it. And that, scarily enough, was what I'd been hearing since we got home. Dipper and Stan weren't lying. They didn't say anything when they didn't say anything. But thinking...that was another thing entirely.

I was really scared now.

I'd been hearing people's thoughts.

"I'm not hungry." I pushed my plate away, got up, walked upstairs, and just went to bed.

No one gave any thought to it.

At least not that I could hear.

~

Well then. Poor Mabel.
So, I read Animal Farm today. Not for school or anything, we don't do that in 6th grade. Whoops.
But it was good.
NAPOLEON IS A JERK
GOODBYE

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Abi <3