She Will Always Hate Me

vi: the metaphor is plain and simple

This chapter is edited.
WARNING:
This story deals with some heavy topics i.e. mental health, depression, mentions of suicide, physical abuse, as well as eating disorders. Please read at your own risk.

Dipper let out a sigh as he entered his apartment. Now, a seventeen —almost eighteen— year-old boy owning his own apartment sounded strange, but he had reason.

First, who would want to adopt a sixteen-year-old boy in the first place? Albeit a psychopath? No one.

Second, no one knew he lived there. It was his secret.

Third, with the already-strange town he lived in, who would care?

Shutting the door, Dipper strode into the kitchen and flicked on the light. His apartment was small, kind of one room place.

Kitchen and dining room were together, he had a small sitting room, and his bedroom and bathroom were down the hall.

It fit his living style perfectly. Just for one person; himself.

He spent his night making a quick dinner for himself, and reading. Quiet nights were his favorite. But, while he read a book he'd read almost a million times, his mind started to bend.

He saw his parents in the glass window and let out a soft gasp. The book in his hands tumbled out as his fingers lost control of themselves.

"What do you want?" He demanded, facing the window.

His mother and father just stared back at him, not saying a single word.

Dipper snorted. "It's not like you to show up. You never did before, what changed?!" He demanded, glaring daggers at the window.

Still, his parents said nothing.

Dipper frowned once more and turned his back on them. Something he should have done a long time ago. Something he should have done the moment they gave him up.

He assumed they had disappeared but he didn't want to look back, in case he saw them again. To take his mind off of things, his phone buzzed to life.

Dipper sat up and answered the call. "Hello?"

"Hey, Dipper." the voice said.

"Oh, it's you," Dipper sighed. "How are you doing, Cody?"

"Oh, y'know, same ol' same ol'." He stated. "We were all wondering what happened to you? We haven't seen you in awhile."

"is this your way of telling me to go to the Greasy Diner, right now?" Dipper leaned against his pillows. He had planned on relaxing for the rest of the night, but it seems his friend had other plans.

"Yeah, yeah that's right." Cody replied. "We're getting together, I'm still trying to get ahold of everyone else, but it's getting harder."

"Yeah, some of them prefer not to be in contact with the outside world." Dipper got off his bed and looked outside.

"Well, if they know you're comin they'll come out of their hidy-holes." Cody chuckled. "There's a perfect metaphor to them."

"And what might this metaphor be? I'm not used to you speaking so intelligently, did you hit your head?" Dipper looked around for a jacket.

"Ha effin' ha." Cody sounded as if he rolled his eyes. "The metaphor is plain and simple: it's like you're Peter Pan and they're your lost boys."

Dipper laughed aloud. "Way to compare me to a classic fairytale. But in no way am I Peter effin' Pan."

"Think about it, man," Cody sighed, "they flock to you. Even at the home, if they were ever in trouble they went to you. You effed up their doctors real bad, and took care of them. Like you're the Mama Bear."