Yuzuki: Hello people of Wattpad. Once again, this can be triggering, so read at your own risk. This is not how the actual story goes and all rights for Gravity Falls go towards the creator, Alex Hirsch, and Disney. To meet the needs of my story, Dipper and Mabel are going to be 16.

Mabel's POV

The beginning of this summer adventure was fun. It was fine up until I came back into contact with Pacifica Northwest and before her party. I can remember it clearly, even though it was last month, shortly after we started staying here.

Flashback

I went to Pacifica's mansion. She invited Dipper, but Dipper made me his plus one. I went there and started drinking. A guy started talking to me, he took my arm and took me upstairs. Before my mind could process what was happening, my clothes were off and so were his.

"No, I don't want this," I said in fear. He forcefully grabbed my arms and put them above my head. It all hurt. It hurt so bad. I went home and cut.

End of Flashback

I had started the nasty habit of cutting after Pacifica put the ugly image in my head.

"You should just cut your wrist and die," she had said hurtfully.

I sat on my bed and looked at the ceiling, feeling something warm and wet trickle down my face. I lifted my hand to touch the liquid and realized it was tears. I wiped my eyes as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Hi Dipper," I said in the goofiest voice I could muster.

"Hi Mabel," he said, giving me a smile," What have you been doing?"

My hand instinctively scratched my wrist," I've just been drawing and hanging out with Waddles. What about you?" I said knowing my brother would get caught up in his own head.

"I've just been-," and from there I zoned out. He finally finished, saying he needs to work on more things and went outside.

I checked the time. 7:30. To early to go to bed, too late to go outside.  I pulled out a small plastic tub from under my bed. It had yarn on top to hide the dirty stuff underneath. My blades. I stole them from the gift shop. Two of them I took from a razor, one I took from a pencil sharpener, and the last one I took from Soos' tools. I put one in my pocket and headed towards the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower," I yelled downstairs.

"Okay," replied my Grunkle Stan.

I got undressed. I grew skinny, I haven't felt like eating lately. I don't need food or sleep. I scowled at my reflection. Pacific was right, I'm ugly. I got in the tub. I cut and cut and cut. I was numb. I cut my left wrist 9 times, my right wrist 6 times, I cut my left and right thighs a total of 20 times. I cut my hip twice on each side. When I finally felt satisfied, I turned on the water, making sure it was burning hot, I winced as it stung the fresh cuts. I clean the blade and set it on a soap holder. I finished my shower and went back to my room. I got into my pajamas. Then it happened. Flashback. I'm back in that damn room.

He pushed me on the bed. He kissed my neck forcefully.

"Stop it," I whimpered quietly.

He yanked both our clothes off. He played with me.

"Stop," I said louder as tears spilled from my eyes.

He forced himself into me. I cried out in pain. He didn't wait he made it as painful as possible. I wanted to scream, he covered my mouth. I couldn't. It hurt, it hurt, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain.

"STOP IT, STOP, IT HURTS!!!!" I screamed. I shook violently, I can't breathe, my eyes were spilling tears. I felt nausea and dizzy. When I snapped out of it, my Grunkle was holding me tight.

"MABEL," He screamed. He looked terrified.

"Yeah," I said, still somewhat spaced and barely audible.

"What's wrong who's hurting you, what's wrong," he said fast. Ford was right behind him, also looking nervous.

"I-I-I...... it's no one, I'm fine," I said and looked away," I'm sorry for worrying you. I'm tired though, so can I go to bed?"

"Of course sweetie," he said while setting me down. As soon as they left I looked at the wall and cried.