Unforgettable {Reverse Falls}

Chapter 1: Born and raised

| DIPPER'S POV |

A new morning had come. It was finally summer in London, United Kingdom. The sun had been glowing through my window which woke me up. Another day, another neglectful me. I finally managed to get out of bed and get dressed. I got dressed in a black shirt with a dark blue vest over it and a blue and shiny amulet that was connected to my collar. I wore black jeans with black loafers. I walked downstairs but I didn't fix up my collar and my hair was still a mess. My family was at the dinner table, having butter on toast and eggs for breakfast.

"Mason. You're late. Once again." My mother snapped, leaning on her right hand on the table. "And you look unpresentable! Fix yourself up at once!" She spat, hearing the venom in her voice. All I did was let out a sigh. I fixed up my shirt and hair, walking down stairs afterwards. My sister, Mabel was wearing the same as me except wearing jeans, she wore a black skirt with tights and black high heels. I sat down next to her. She looked at me but she didn't give me a smile. She just gave me a look then looked down, eating her breakfast.
"You weren't up early enough so you missed out on breakfast. Again." My mother sighed with disappointment and stood behind my father who was reading the newspaper and drinking tea. I hadn't had breakfast for 3 days straight now because I'm not an early bird. But no one cares what I think or say. My parents only care about Mabel. Their plan was to only have a girl but they had twins instead. For a few years of my life, I thought my name was 'The Accident'. That's what my own parents called me. They didn't plan to have me so obviously, I was an accident. I never get any credit but my sister does. Oh boy, does she get a lot of credit. My parents both spoil her and buy her things that she doesn't even use. They never buy me anything. Sometimes, I just feel like I'm invisible. Or transparent. Or I feel like I don't even exist! I can't tell my parents or Mabel without being judged.

"Hello? Mason? Mason, will you stop ignoring me and do what you're told?" My father snapped his fingers at me to get my attention. I looked up at him.

"Huh?" Oh shit. Bad mistake. I thought. My father slammed his hands on the table and stood up.

"What did you say, boy? You continue that attitude and no dinner for you tonight! Understand?! Now stop ignoring me and do the dishes!" My father yelled. He then sat back down. My head was down at this point. I nodded in response and stood up, collecting every dish from the table. After about 15 minutes, all the dishes had been washed. I walked upstairs back up to my room and shut the door. I sat down on my bed, hugging my knees to my chest and staring out the window. I really hated being treated this way but, I just have to allow it. No matter what I say or do, my parents will always win and there is nothing I can do about it. I'm 15 years old. I only have 3 more years till I can officially move out but it's still going to feel like a long time. I mean, I could just run away but what difference does it make. I'll have no where to sleep and nothing to eat. So there is no point in doing that. I do have family in Gravity Falls, Oregon but I only visit twice or three times a year. So, I'm pretty much stuck in this god forsaken place with no friends because I isolate myself. Besides, no one even likes the Gleeful family anyway. So I have no friends because of that reason. I wish I could just put myself up for adoption and wait for a nice and loving family to adopt me but no. My family needs me for the money. Heck, they use me for the money. I don't even see the point of me existing. I looked down at my wrists, slowly rolling up my sleeves which revealed a few cuts on each wrist. No, these cuts weren't an accident. They were on purpose. I cut myself after I got abused by my father a few weeks back because I backchatted him. He gave me a pretty bad beat up. I counted the cuts on each wrist, with warm tears slowly rolling down my cheeks. I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I quickly wiped my tears and rolled my sleeves down. Mabel had entered the room.

"Mother told me to tell you your job washing the dishes were okay. And she told me to tell you that you should really be ready in the morning earlier. She's starting to get reallu annoyed with you." Mabel finished and left my room, shutting the door behind her. I let out a sigh and laid down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. At least mother isn't really mad at me. I thought to myself and rolled over, facing the window. I looked outside and saw all the kids playing outdoors, laughing. I never got to do that as a kid because my parents wouldn't allow it. They said it was a 'waste of time and life' to play around. I don't even know what it's like to have a childhood because I didn't have one. Life was so tough as a kid. I don't even want to begin to explain it. I just can't fucking wait to be 18 so I could move out of that hell hole I have to call home.