"Always so persistent Pine Tree. You know you can't run from me!" I looked back and started to sprint in the opposite direction tears brimming my eyes. Before I could even get a foot away from him he lashed out at me with red strings. They attached themselves to my body. I started to squirm and panic, trying to get out of the trap. "Oh come on Pine Tree! I want my puppet back!" he started to play with the strings and I soon realized that he was controlling me and the strings were.. puppet strings. They were cutting deep into my skin making gold blood spill out everywhere on my body.
"Stop! Please stop!" I screamed the wounds on my arms and legs stinging. There was nothing I could do. Nothing I could do to get out of this awful situation. He was dragging me around so carelessly that I felt the bones snapping in my body. I let out another scream and then woke up in a cold sweat.
I looked at the clock next to my bed and saw the time. 4:30. I didn't want to go back to bed sleep was dangerous. Nightmares so vivid nothing could compare to them.
I couldn't keep it in anymore. I curled up in a ball in my bed and started to cry. I stopped when I heard Mabel's voice. "Dipper? Is that you?" She said in a sleepy voice. "I-I'm fine." She climbed down from the top of the bunk bed. "Tell me what's wrong. Come on. You can trust Mabel." She opened her arms and I accepted her hug. I cried in her shoulder. "It's okay Dipper. I'm here. Mabel's here."
Sorry the first chapter is so short. If there are any grammar mistakes, don't point them out, I'm sorry. Please do not swear or say anything inappropriate in the comments. This is one that I'm excited to work on. Bye!! editor Liz here. This should be fun to go back and re edit this! I'm definitely going to do a lot more research and stuff! Why no I did not get inspiration for this first chapter from the spider mom on Demon Slayer nope not me.
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Trauma
FanfictionWho would have ever thought that the once brave and adventurous Dipper Pines would be broken and sobbing on the ground screaming for mercy to a force that only exists in his mind? Who would have known that a simple memorable summer in a strange tow...
