Can't Sleep

Chapter 11

"Dipper!" I whisper shouted as I ran over to him. He held a deadpan expression staring under my bed from his bed. He wore a white outfit that was laced with dirt and mud and other icky stuff. It was a white v-neck and loose pants and no hat; hospital clothes. His hands were dangling uselessly by his side and he was hunched over. As I lightly feel his skin, he felt hot and sweaty, only one of those things abnormal for my brother. I kneel next to him and put my hand on his knee. His heart jolts along with his body as he stares at me, a quivering lip not matching is emotionless expression.
"Can you hear them?" He says, a scared edge to his voice.
"Hear who?" I ask, my heart sinking.
His eyes begin to build up with tears but his expression still looked like he was looking through me. "Everyone's shouting at me. They're coming for me."
"Who?"
"Everyone." He says and I twitch as his hand covers mind. "But you."
I smile slightly. "Dipper no one is out to get you. Everyone just wants you to be happy and healthy."
"I'm happy with y-you sisssss." He hisses the last part and his eye focus on me. His solemn face cracks into a smile and a content tone rocks his voice. "I like being here with you."
"I know but you need to go back to the hospital. They can help you there."
"But they hurt me." He complains, wining like a child. "They stab me and tie me up and shock me and yell at me and tell me I'm a bad person!"
I feel my throat dry up. "B-But y-o-ou hav-ve to g-go b-back."
Even I wasn't convinced with what I was saying.
He lets tears fall down his face quickly and his face turns sad. He flips over onto his bed and starts screaming bloody murder and kicking his feet like a toddler. "I DONT WANNA!" He screams over and over and over again until it's ingrained in my head. I dive for the door and slam it shut, then slam my own hands over my ears. His voice was so loud and gave me the feeling of metal on metal scraping. I dove at him and shoved my hand to his mouth to try to get him to shut up but he wouldn't. He just smashed his teeth into my hand and began to grind them, drawing blood.
I pull my hand out and stare at the mess, blood dripping down from the joint where my index finger meets my actual hand. I shout out a swear word that Gruncle Stan might use and I stare at my brother, blood staining his chin.
"Dipper..." I lift my hand so he could see. "Why?"
He pulls his legs to his chest and begins to mumble, "Because you don't care."
"Care about what?" I hiss as my hand begins to sting along with the throbbing pain of his teeth probably were scraping on the bone.
"My happiness." He states, snot falling out of his nose without him caring. His hair was covering his eyes and was sticking to his red forehead.
"I do care." I walk over to him. "I've always cared about you. I would do anything for you, Dipping Sauce.
He raises his head and looks at me through his sweaty bangs with a seriousness. "Then don't send me back."
I gulp and nod. "Okay bro bro."
And we hug.

I stood at the top of the stairs and I grip the railing tightly with my good hand and stare down it. The Gruncles just got back from grabbing food. The shack had been closed. Wendy was gone, Soos was on a date. No one had been here for Dipper's outburst. The only evidence that he is even here is the fact that's he's in my room and...
And my hand.
I look at it as blood reaches my finger tips, threatening to fall off the blow my cover. Quickly, I shove my pointed finger in my mouth and I feel my lunch rise up. It tastes disgusting but I didn't even care, I had to keep Dipper safe. I had to keep him happy I had to. He was my brother, he deserved to be happy.
So I through myself down the stairs.
It hurt, it really did. My legs landed in an awkward position half way through, causing me to probably pull a muscle. My head slammed into the wall and I felt a bruise form instantly. Blood was drawn from my back because of a loose floorboard sticking out.
But that's what I was counting on. This was all just a plan, right? So I could explain my messed up hand. So Dipper could be happy.
But as I get surrounded by my great uncles and they ask me what happened I feel my brain fall dead quiet and I wonder;
What did I just do!?
"Mabel what happened!?" Gruncle Ford asks as he carefully picks me up by my food hangs.
"I just." I pulls my hand away and hold my head, my blood rushing causing me to almost fall over.
"I Gotchu!" Gruncle Stan grabs my back and they carry me to the kitchen.
As I'm placed on the table and feel my teeth clench together. "Im being so stupid!"
"Mabel it's okay!" Gruncle Ford takes out the first aid kit from the kitchen drawer. "Mistakes happen."
I open my mouth to explain.
"Yeah." Gruncle Stan unknowingly interrupts me. "As long as you learn from them it's all good."
I nod as Gruncle Ford bandages up my hand with some medical tape, thankfully not studying to closely. Gruncle Stan insists we go to the hospital, saying how he regretted it last time but I convinced him it was just a fluke and they sent me up to bed with a cup of cocoa and a napkin, of course watching me go up the stairs.
And when I got up to my room Dipper was casually sleeping in his bed like he always would. I gazed outside for a bit and sip my cocoa contently. The triangle window showed the subset flashing brilliant shades of red and pink against the shaded trees. Deep purple clouds stretch from the horizon and I turn back to Dipper. He still had my blood on his lips and I lean over and wipe it off with the corner of the napkin, making sure not to wake him.
As I finish my cocoa, I vowed to myself to protect my brother at all costs, but not at the price of my sanity.
And as a curl up in bed and room is overcome in darkness, my eyes finally let me sleep.

ANOTHER UPDATE
IM SORRY ALL THE READERS I USED TO HAVE ARE GONE BC I TOOK TOO LONG
SORRY GUYS
NEW BOOK SOON.
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WOLFIE NORTHWEST