Judgemental (Will x Dipper Gleeful)

The cost of a book

Wills POV

I felt my cheek. Caressing the contact of someone else against me, being painful enough. The stinging pain surged through my face, leaving a red hand mark in its place.  "How could you have forgotten!?" My brother screeched, outraged by my presence.

Tears streamed down my face, staining my cheeks.  "I-I'm sorry!" I cried, my eyes shut so tight it hurt my face within seconds.  He hit me once more, the back of his hand making the mark worse and the pain double.  "Sorry isn't enough! You forgot about one thing! A specific thing I ordered you to do!  Instead you went out and got a damn book!?" He snapped, his anger rising.  I didn't respond, I clutched the book tightly to my chest, the top of the papers getting soaked in my tears.

Bill kicked me in the gut, knocking the air out of me and forcing me to fall back.  My icy blue tears spilled out more from my eyes. He snatched the book out of my hands and tossed it across the room. "I've had enough!" Bill picked up a kitchen knife, and aimed it at me. My eyes got wide "N-No.. P-Please!" I begged, but he didn't listen. Without any hesitation, he stabbed the knife right into my stomach.

I screamed in pain as it sunk deep within my flesh, my crimson blood pouring out soon after.  Bill gave a smirk and turned the knife, making me yell out again.  He yanked it out and then shoved it right next to the previous wound.  I screamed out louder, sobbing at an alarming rate "P-Please! Stop!" I choked out, my voice loud but unintimidating. Bill laughed at me. He slid the knife along my cheek bone, the blood seeping out of the cut and getting mixed with tears. 

"If I could kill you, I would! Why would I stop now!?" He yelled with a crazy smile plastered on his face.  I closed my eyes and prepared for the worse.  He punched me and cut me, It seemed to go on for hours. Each stab more and more painful like there was salt in the wound, making my body sore and limp. He went until my entire body was numb, and I laid in a puddle of my own blood, my body decorated with purple bruises, cuts, stabs, and blood.  I couldn't move I was in so much pain forced to stay in the puddle of my own mistakes. Bill put his finger under my chin and forced me to look at him.  "I wouldn't disobey me, ever again" he said sharply. Then left me there to bleed out. This wasn't nearly close to the first time he's left me with a limp body, unable to move

I sat there, my tears being nothing but a red color like the blood. Why didn't he kill me? Why keep something as useless as me alive? I'm a demon, but surely he could kill me. Right? The same species killing one another, not as uncommon as you think.

I crawled over and retrieved the book, I knew Bill would make me return it tomorrow, I sighed. I never understood why he despised me like he does, it seems simply unfair. I don't believe I've done anything wrong. Or at least to be stabbed until I couldn't bleed anymore. 

Finally, I had enough strength to get up, I grabbed a mop. Then I swiftly guided it across the bloody floor, cleaning is as best as I could.  Once I finished I set it aside and cleaned up any other blood with a damp rag.

It was dark when I finished, the wind whispered in the cold unsettling night.  It eased me enough to sleep, it was peaceful for a few hours, my nightmare was very vague.  Not just enough to make me scream and toss in my sleep.

The next morning, I woke up way earlier than my brother. I made him breakfast quickly and set it out for him, before he woke up.  Of course, I grabbed the book and walked into the village. In no rush to return the book.

My favorite part of the day, was just walking through the town. The ability to be away from home, from the abuse.  Even a split second away is nice, you almost feel free.

I noticed villagers staring at me, some talking behind my back. I realized, even though I changed, there was still faint bloodstains on my clothing.  There was also the new scar on my cheek. Stabbings dont stop bleeding as easily as you would like, my shirt was the substitute for a bandage.  Not that anyone would care to help me.  It was a peculiar thing, people might wonder if I was okay. They always saw me and my brother as peculiar, maybe even a threat, but really I couldn't hurt anything.  I was a coward, and everyone knew it, yet they were so cautious of me. Like maybe I was all an act, waiting for my day to reign high and powerful.

I walked into the library quietly, the librarian looked at me with a surprised but light face as always. "Oh William!" He said and turned his whole body to me. "Have you finished that book already? Maybe I should give you something harder" he said tapping his chin and walking over.  The librarian was very dominant, like a leader. He could ramble on and on till no end about anything, even if no one cared to listen.  "Y-Yes, I had a l-lot of time t-to r-read it" I lied, not wanting to explain the truth.  He took it from my hands and examined it "Did you spill something on it? Maybe water and.. Something red?" He looked up at me, then to my clothes.  His expression immediately changed "Did something happen to you?" He asked.  I immediantly shook my head, not wanting anyone to get involved. "I-I assure you e-everything is f-fine, I just s-spilled a drink on i-it. My a-apologies" I said turning. "I-If thats all, I-I'll be g-going" "Wouldn't you like another book?" But I had already shut the door, letting out a long heavy sigh.  At least one person cared to ask, it was rare.  The librarian is the closest thing I have to a friend, not that I mind not having one anyway.  I'm better off not putting anyone at risk being with me. Being normal or having anyone to actually care for me was just a distant fantasy, to impossible extents.

Ooo, gasp. Thats right, I wasn't lying! I actually started writing a new Willdip story quite some time ago. I have a whole bunch of chapters already written and ready to be released once or twice a week, depending if I feel nice or not. Also, if you don't know what I mean, I have another Willdip story all completed and in relation to the original AU plot. So, if you aren't a fan of the whole midevil diney parody thing, I have a more original thing for you! Alright- anyway, I hope you like it. Have fun~