When I sat up the next morning, after another sleepless night, it hurt. Everything hurt. I fought the pain and went to the bathroom with a razor tucked in my sleeve. I shut and locked the door.

"You're just a worthless bitch," I murmured to myself. " You don't deserve care or compassion. You're just an ugly, slutty, sex toy." I began to cry. I heard footsteps. Then a knock.

"Hello?" I asked, making my voice as strong as I could.

"Are you okay, I heard crying?" it was Grunkle Stan.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied." I just got mascara in my eye and it hurt." He sighed and I heard his footsteps disappear. I cried more. *cut* disappointment *cut* slut *cut* bitch *cut* whore *cut*. Washed the cuts, grabbed my blade, and left the bathroom. I went back to my room, where Dipper had already left, and put away my blade. I don't know how much longer I can stand hiding this. I don't know how much longer I can stand in general. I sighed as I turned over in my bed. I need to do something. I got changed into a new pair of clothes. I pack a bag full of stuff, my phone, some blades, a bunch of alcohol wipes, some bandages, etc., and then left. I went deep into the woods, where no one would be able to find me. I just stared at the sky. I lie down on my back and looked at the clouds. I sat up and rolled up my sleeves, counting off the scars. Old and new cuts. Old and new memories. I brought out a small blade and cut a word into my arm. Slut. I cut another one. Fat. Bitch. Whore. I cut straight lines. I got out the alcohol wipes and cleaned up. Then I wrapped it in bandages. I didn't want it to bleed through my sweater. I repacked my stuff went back to The Mystery Shack. I went to my room and shut my eyes. But all I was greeted with was that memory.

He pushed me against the bed and ripped off my clothes.

Stop it mind. Stop the torture.

He shoved himself inside me and tossed me away, broken and mistreated.

"I can't take it anymore," I said.

I wrote a note.

Dear Family,

I am sorry for being such a worthless bitch. I'm sorry for being a disappointment. I'm sorry for ever existing. I have my reasons for what I did and I don't even know if you will care that I did. At this point, who would? I loved all of you with everything. I'm sorry.

From Mabel Pines

I lie the note on my bed and then grabbed the box under my bed. I grabbed one of the bigger blades and went to the bathroom. Not caring about moving the box. I went into the bathroom and locked it. I got undressed other than my underwear. I turned on the tub water, making it burning hot. I stepped in and plugged it. I sat all the way in the tub. I started slicing my wrist. Then I made deep cuts on my thighs. I made to long, deep cuts in my arms. Blood started pouring from my arms. I heard someone enter my room and then I heard a lot of running. Someone was slamming on the bathroom door. My vision started to blur. I started feeling dizzy. The door got busted in. My Grunkle Stan had broken down the door. He ran to the tub and grabbed me. He started putting pressure on the wounds. Tears streamed down his face. Dipper and Grunkle Ford we're behind him.
"P-please," I said in a weak voice," J-just let m-me die." He said something but I couldn't hear it. My eyelids started to droop and all that came next was darkness.