The Ruins

Part 1, Chapter 2: This Doesn't Make Sense.

> 2 days later <

Since we ended up in the hospital and the Mystery Shack was closed and locked, I had money to buy us a little cottage (we used some money from Stan.) and we stayed there.

It was a 2 bedroom 1 bath, and it was nice.

I was walking into Dipper's room to find him jerking off under the blankets. "OH GOD! Uh hey Mabel..." his cheeks were redder than a tomato. I looked over at his laptop and it was one of my secret lingere pictures, "Dipper!" he looked at me with worry. I removed his sticky ass hand and placed it in my pants. He moaned and prepared himself. He removed my pants and turned me to where he was on top. He made out with me, his hair covering me. "Just fuck me already." I moaned. He moved himself to where his penis was in me and I screamed bloody murder. "D-d-did I hurt you?" "No." I turned over to where I was on top. I was riding him like a horse and he whimpered. The room became humid and the air was sticky. He released his seed in me and I was too lost in the moment to notice. I kissed him one last time and turned to bottom. He fucked me all night till' we forgot who we were, where we lived and what year it was.

> the next morning <

"Good morning Mabel." Dipper said as he sat down. "Last night was insane." "What are you talking about? I fell asleep at 11:45 last night after having sex with Wendy." I spilled my milk. He thought I was Wendy yet he was masturbating to a picture of me? I threw the glass onto the floor. I walked out and into my room. I started throwing up and I had a fever. "I'm pregnant." I whispered. I sat in the bathroom corner with pills in my hand and a razor. I tore the razor into my ankle bone. I screeched. I threw the pills into the toliet and locked the door. I sat in front of the mirror. I put a dark red lipstick on and put a pink heart on my cheek. I cut my hair to where it looked like Dippers. I went into my room and put on s 70's dress. I walked outside, letting the wind hit my face. I let a few tears run down my face, "I'm dying minute by minute." I sat on the porch and let the tears run down, onto my bleeding legs. I walked into the pouring rain. I tripped on a rock. I fell into the grass and watched as my thighs bled. The rain washed the blood onto my dress. I stood up, skinny as hell legs barley shaking. I waddled into the door and shut it behind me. I walked to the bathroom, turning on the shower. I sat in the cold water, scars burning. I cried silently and used the razor on my legs again. "Better to be hated...than loved, loved, loved for what you're not." I washed all the grass out of my hair and cleaned the blood.

I was turning into my own monster.