Alone

Chapter 6

Mabel's POV

I sat on the couch still, not wanting to move. Even though Bill stoped my anxiety attack, I was still shaken up. He was here, in my mid. Oh fuck, what am I going to do? I can't tell anyone. Who knows what he would do to me, or Dipper, or anyone. But maybe he's bluffing, and he's actually powerless. As soon  as I thought that, I felt a hand on my throat.

"Ah-" I tried to scream, but was stopped when it squeezed, cutting off my air.

"Don't even fucking try me Shootingstar." He squeezed tighter. His voice was quiet, but low and scary. Demonic even. It was terrifying. "You think I'm so powerless?" He leaned in to my face, eyes piercing through my skin.

"I-i-i-" I clawed at his hand, gasping for breath. He threw me off the couch by my neck and towered over me while I gasped for air. 

"Shootingstar, I can guarantee you," he leaned down, inches away from my face. I was on the verge of tears by now, and was shaking uncontrollably. "I am not powerless. I have every power over you." He got on top of me, pinning my hands to the sides of my head. I faintly herd my phone buzzing. Probably just my mom calling to check on me. "If you even so much as think about telling someone about me, I will drive you so insane that you murder Pinetree yourself. Got it?" I gulped and nodded, tears streaming down my face. He leaned down closer, looking at me the way a predator would before it eats their prey. My breath hitched in my mouth when I felt his weight on top of me. 

I didn't know what he was about to do, but he stopped imminently when we heard the door handle turn. Before it was open, he had disappeared, leaving me crying and shaking on the ground as my mom walked in.

"Hi Mabel, I'm home-" she stopped when she saw me. "M-Mabel, what happened?" she ran over to me. "Are you okay?" She knelt down, looking at me extremely worried.

"I, I just, I-"

'Tell her it was an anxiety attack.'

"It, it was j-just an anxiety attack," I stuttered out. 

"Oh honey," she wrapped her arms around me. At first I flinched away, but then I gave up and let her hug me. "Its going to be okay. I promise."

"I k-know."

"Do you want to see a doctor about all this?" She only knew about my anxiety attacks. Not anything else. She didn't know about the memory gun, so I tried to hide it from her more then Dipper.

'No, you don't want to see a doctor.'

"No, I'm, I'm good. I'm sure it will pass." She let go and leaned back a little

"Okay," she hesitated. "But promise you'll tell me if it gets worse. Okay?"

"Okay. I promise."

"Alright. Do you need anything else?"

"No, I just wanna go to my room. I'm a little tired." Though I had no intentions of sleeping. He'll probably just give me more nightmares. After I though that, I heard him snicker, confirming y thoughts.

"Ok sweetie. I love you to." I grabbed my phone and started up the stairs as fast as I could. I got to my room and locked the door. Then I walked over to my dresser, and opened the top drawer. I dug through it, looking for the knife I kept hidden up here. I knew I shouldn't be cutting my self, but I couldn't help it. I think Dipper might know, but I'm not sure. If he does, he obviously doesn't care. He never even mentioned it. Whatever. 

As I was about to make the first cut in my thigh, my phone went off. It was Grunkle Ford's number.

Hey sweetie, its your Grunkle Stan, call me when you can. We miss you.

I smiled at it. I hadn't heard from them in a while. I saw my missed call from earlier was from them. Without thinking about it, I quickly called them back. As I waited to them to pick up, I saw Bill glaring at me. 

"Remember what I said," He seethed. I didn't respond and looked away.

"Hello?" I heard through the phone.

"Grukle Stan?"

"Mabel! Hey."

"Hi!"

"How are you?"

"I'm, okay."

"You sure, the memory gun shit isn't bothering you?" I internally groaned. Dipper must have called them.

"I mean, its probably nothing, but-"

"Mabel, if its something, we can help you. You know that right." I heard Bill snicker.

"No, they can't," he shook his head and smirked.

"I- I know." I sighed.

"Okay." I heard Stan sigh. "Well, we're thinking about coming back before next summer, so do you think you want to come back to Gravity Falls next summer with us?" he sounded worried, like I would say no. I looked up at Bill for an answer, but he only glared at me.

"Uh, yeah. That'd be great."

"Okay, sounds like a plan. See you then. Take care, okay."

"I-I will. Love you."

"Love you to."

Stan's POV

"You didn't ask the questions." I received a smack to the head from my twin

"Oh please she doesn't need a therapist from us, she needs her family."

"But I need the answers to try to find a way to help her." 

"Come on. 'what do you feel like when you have an anxiety attack?' 'why are you using self harm?' Are you trying ti trigger her?!"

"I-"

"We need to be her Grunkles, there for her. Not a couple of scientists running tests on her like she's some lab rat."

"She's not a lab rat, she's our niece. I'm not running these tests for my own gain, I'm doing it to fix her!"

"don't say fix her like she broken. She's not." I was getting angry by now. He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off. "And don't forget, its your fault she's in this mess! Bill screwed her up and you're the one who let him loose." His face fell, and I could tell I hit a nerve. "I- sixer. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"No, its okay. You're right. Which is why I need to fix this."

"We can find a way to help her next summer." I walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Okay?"

"Do you really think she can hold on for an entire year?"

"She's strong. She can do anything." he sighed.

"I know." He sighed. We both knew what she had been able to endure in the past, but even then, this was entirely new. Who knows what she was going through.