Saying the room was a mess is an understatement.
It was disaster.
I went to take a step but the officer grabs my shoulder to stop me. Looking up at him, he shakes his head and I nod mine. Returning my gaze to the room, I feel all the blood fill my brain with a rush. The room looked like a wild animal had been let loose. The sheets were torn and chewed through, and the mattress was ripped to shreds; the springs were sticking up, a chartreuse color dripping off of them. The floor was lined with carvings, and a mysterious knife was hidden in the mess. Blood stains every, shapes were drawn on the floor with it, it was dripping from the ceiling and smudged on the walls, bloody handprints on the widows. Glass was also shattered everywhere, like something had smashed in, then smashed out. The sheet that had separated us a few nights before was gone, hanging out the window. Something was carved into the wall across from us.
I squint. "What does that say?"
The police officer coughs lightly. "Well it starts off by saying 'Got to get out' and ends with just 'get out'."
He says if matter of factly but my response was cracked full of uncertainty. "Thanks."
The room was definitely a crime scene.
I stand there for a while, the chattering of cops mumbling behind me. It was a while until someone finally spoke to me, but I couldn't tell exactly how long.
"So," he kneels brown behind me and turns me around. My eyes jump to see he looked like the captain or deputy or something. He, sadly, had no hat or badges like I expected.
"Yeah?"  I finally pipe up.
"Anything look familiar. Any clues you can see?"
I shrug awkwardly. "Sorry. Wasn't really looking for those."
He nods in response and gestures me to do so. I turn back and look but nothing but a huge mess was left. Shards, sheets, blood. It was all random and wild and I couldn't believe my brother had done this.
But what pains me is I could see him. Not my brother but whatever he's been for the last few weeks. It was like i was there, I could trace his steps from the scribbled wall to the broken door to the windows on the right to his bloody bed back to the windows farther down the wall of windows. I couldn't tell, but the way everything was pushed looked like he had returned to the wall for a running head start to burst open the window.
Tears form in my eyes, I could see my brother going insane.
I sigh and turn and leave, the police officer going to reach me to ask about the clues but another stops him. I turn back before the corner to see them carefully slipping into the room, a SWAT team member going in before them.
As I reach for my phone, I hold the blue light to my face and stare at Gruncle Ford's contacts info before shutting it off. It was only a ten mile walk to the mystery shack but even THAT was better than interaction with anyone after seeing that.
I watch as my vision gets glistened with tears and I hold the hem of my skirt with the heel of my hand. I pull my sweater over my hands and wipe them again, but the tears keep coming. My pace gets quicker and finally make it out of the parking lot, where I just let the tears stream from my brown eyes. I make my way down Gopher Road, a "Ten Miles to the Mystery Shack (no refunds)" sign sits in the shade. As the tears increase, I continue my walk to the shack when something dawned on me.
Why could I follow Dipper's path so well? I stop and look back, the hospital not in my sights. I fumble with the hem of my skirt, should I go back? Maybe this would all be cleared up if I did? But what if I was wrong? What if I go back and there is nothing? All those police officers counted on me.
My mouth feels dry but I continue my march towards the Shack. No matter how much I wanted too, I felt to vulnerable going back. Like whatever i could say, even if it could solve where my brother is, it wouldn't be good enough. I chew my nailed as my thoughts race faster, my feet kicking up on the dirt road. No cars were driving by, thank god.
But as I run my sweatered hands together nervously, I finally felt like I had to stop. It was physically hurting that I didn't go back. My stomach was churning, my face was getting pallet by the second and my hands were clammy and cold. My head was pounding, I should go back. I need to go back.
But I'm not going to.
I finally sit on the curb and grab a stick out of a nearby tuff of tall grass. As I drag it through the dirt, I wait for a car to come by. I just wanted to get home and put this mess behind me. I wanna go back and see Dipper smiling. See everyone smiling and being happy like the family we should be.
The dirt parts easily and I draw a rectangle. My heart jumps, Dipper's room was rectangular. I mark all the places I noted with different symbols and i finally marked the path.
The feeling I felt went away as my heart sunk. The path wasn't anything important. It looked like half of a butterfly, like a 'B' or the top of a badly drawn heart.
"Hey Mabel?" I hear a warm voice chirp. I drag my hand across the drawing, the dirt becoming mud under my sweaty hands.
"Yeah?" I see its Melody, Soos' girlfriend. A smile grows on my face as I climb into the car with her. I set them up, I made them happy and I squiggle in my seat. FINALLY SOMETHING WAS GOING RIGHT!
She parked the car within minutes and the Mystery Shack was just how we left it. I skip unit the house but slide into my room unnoticed.
As I wipe my hands together contently, I let out a scream that was cut short by my hand.
"Wh-What..." I feel my lunges grow tighter, like a rubber band was around my ribs. "What are you doing here!?"

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