Alone

Chapter 15

Mabel's POV

When I woke up, I was in my attic bed. I sat up and imminently saw Dipper sitting next to me.

"Hey, you're awake." He smiled, though I could tell he was concerned. I didn't reply to him. Instead, I just tried to stand up. "Hey, take it easy. Ford said you had an anxiety attack, you passed out and would wake up for a few hours." I ignored his warnings and stood up anyway. I stumbled a bit, but slowly regained my focus. "Mabel, Ford said he wanted to see you when you woke up."

"Okay, just give me a minute." I walked into the bathroom and sat down on the floor.

Bill is gone, and I didn't know how to feel about it. Shouldn't I be happy, I should, right. Ugh, why do I feel sick?

I crawled over to the toilet and as soon as I got there I threw up.

"Hey, Mabel I need you to open up," Dipper called from outside the door.

"It's not locked." I turned my head back and threw up again. Dipper opened the door and walked in.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah." I shakily stood up, hoping I wouldn't vomit again.

"Okay, let's go down to the lab." I walked with him down to the lab without saying anything else. When we got there, Ford was looking through some papers.

"Mabel. how are you sweetie?" I shrugged and looked at the floor. "I know," he sighed. "Do you want to sit down?" Without letting me answer, Dipper led me to the same table I was on when Bill left my mind. I hated it. It made me feel like a patient. And I guess Ford was the doctor.

"Do you need water?" Dipper bent down slightly to look at me in the eyes. I shook my head. "Okay."

"Dipper, come here and help me." Dipper stood up and walked over to Ford to do what ever it was he was doing.

When they were done, Ford walked over to me with a clip board and a pen.

"Okay, Mabel. I need you to answer some questions for me." He clicked his pen open. "Can you do that?" I took a shaky breath.

"Yes."

"Okay. So, Bill's been in your head since Weirdmeggedon? Is that correct?"

"Yes."

"When did you notice this?"

"A year ago."

"And he's been bothering you ever since?" I let out a bitter laugh.

"Yeah, bothering. Let's call it that," I seethed, refusing to meet his eyes.

"What did he do?" I shook my head. I didn't want to talk about it. "Mabel, we need to know-"

"No," Dipper interjected. "Don't push her. She'll tell us when she's ready." Ford sighed.

"Alright." He scribbled some notes on his paper. "But what I really need to know, is if your depression and anxiety were caused by Bill, the memory gun, or simply just a natural illness you developed. Do you know?" I shrugged.

"I'm not sure."

"Your mom took you to a doctor and a psychologist. Correct?" I nodded. "What did they diagnose?"

"Major depression disorder and Anxiety. But Bill was telling me what to say and what to answer so I wasn't giving correct information."

"Did they give you medication to take?"

"Yes."

"Did you take it?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"He wouldn't let me," I answered flatly. Ford sighed.

"Okay. What about your self-harming? Dipper said you stopped that. Did you?" I looked away. "Mabel, I need an answer."

"He wouldn't let me for a while, then I think he stopped caring."

"So you didn't stop." I didn't respond. "Mabel, can I see your scars?" I still didn't respond. "Mabel, I need to-"

"No." Ford looked surprised.

"Why no-"

"Dipper can. Not you." Dipper looked shocked as well.

"Mabel, I need to assess the-"

"I don't care." I snapped. "Dipper can do it." Ford sighed.

"Fine." He turned and walked back to his desk and shuffled some papers around. I turned to face the opposite direction and Dipper walked over to the other side of the table.

I rolled up my shorts to reveal the cuts I made on my thighs. When they were exposed, Dipper gasped.

"Mabel, I- I had no idea- why didn't you tell me- I didn't- they were this bad." He ran his fingers across them. I winced as the brushed some of the newer ones. He pulled his hands away and stood up to meet my tear stained face. Then he pulled me into a hug. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry couldn't help. I'm sorry you had to be the one to take this. I'm sorry I'm a horrible twin." I hugged him back.

"It's not your fault. It's okay. I forgive you."

"Okay." He pulled away and bent down to look at my scars one more time. Then Ford called him over and he went over to talk to him about my scars and try to analyze them. I honestly didn't think they would get any information though. In my opinion, they should be studying Bill and his effects on the human mind. That would probably give them more information than analyzing me like a science project. But I didn't care enough to interject.

When they were done, Dipper walked back over to me.

"Here," he held out his hands that held two white pills. One was an oval shape, and the other small and round. "Take these."

"What are they?" I took the pills from his hands.

"Anti depressants and anxiety medication." He handed me a glass of water. "New pills that Ford got." I threw them in my mouth and took a drink of water to wash them down.

"Where are the rest?"

"I have them. I'll give them to you daily."

"Why can't I have them?"

"Because I'm keeping them. That's why." I sighed. It was probably the best thing to do, but I didn't like being treated like a child.

"Okay." I stood up. "Are we done here?"

"Yes," Ford called over his shoulder. "You and Dipper go have some fun now, okay?"

"Alright." I looked at Dipper and we walked out of the lab. "So, what are we going to do?"

"Wanna take a walk?" He shrugged

"Sure, that sounds nice." We walked out the front door, to the bright sunny summer day in Gravity Falls. I was finally 'home.' So why did I feel so horrible? Maybe it will pass. It's probably just after effects from Bill. I can get through this. I'll be fine.

...I hope