Giving Into Your Demons - Bipper

-Chapter 8-

•Bill•
Morning becomes night and night becomes day. The hours are so long. Fords stupid face is all I've experienced, all I've seen. Life as a human, this delicate life.. is unimaginable. Fear and hate, love and remorse, empathy and sadness - I hardly know what the words mean but I feel everything.

Approaching footsteps startle me as Ford enters the room with a briefcase. "Hello Bill. How are you feeling today?" I shrug. "The same as usual I guess. Weird" Ford nods "Adjusting to normal life is going to be challenging, but I assure you it will get easier." I sigh. "Yeah, I suppose" He sets the small briefcase on the table beside me and opens it up. Revealing a long tube with a point and a wipe. "What is that?" I ask "Its a syringe. It's to draw your blood with Bill. I need to run some tests to see exactly what is happening with you." He grabs my arm as he begins to wipe off my skin. It's cold and I can feel my body tense up.

"What was that?" Ford chuckles "You flinched, Bill. It's normal when people are startled." I could feel my heart racing, is this what being anxious is? "Ford.. is it going to hurt?" He looks at me as his eyes soften. "It'll be okay, only a pinch" I nod and breath in as he presses the needle into my arm. The feeling engulfing my whole arm as I watch my blood fill the tube. I'm actually alive.

"There we go Bill, all done" he says as he packs his things. "Are you going to leave now?" I say and he nods. "I need to get back to my family now. Dipper and Mabel leave soon. I would like to spend my time with them. I'll come to check on you later. Goodbye, Bill." Dipper. I scramble to my feet as Ford shuts the door behind him. What am I feeling? I stumble to the door, slightly lightheaded, and chest heavy. The door is locked and no matter how hard I try it won't open. "Ford! Let me out! Please!" I begin beating at the door and pulling the handle. My hands becoming red and swollen. My heart racing out of my chest. "FORD! Please! I want out of here" I begin to shake as my attempts become more and more desperate.

"Ford.. please." I rest my head on the door, trying to listen for someone, anyone. "Please.." I hardly muster as I collapse to the floor, trembling. "I don't want to be alone. Please don't leave me alone. I don't know what I'm doing! I need help!" I cry, my eyes becoming filled with tears.

"I'm scared."

"Gruncle Stan! Stop it!"

"Dipper?" His laughter echos through the room. I search the room corner to corner with my gaze, confused. "Stop it! Ahaha! I'm gonna pee myself!" "Get him Gruncle Stan! Make him ruin his pants!" Mabel. I wipe my face and rise from the floor, going to the furthest corner of the room near a vent and sliding down the wall under it. Resting my head on the corner.. I listen to their conversations. I listen to their laughter. And I listen to him.

Pinetree.