Mabel's POV

My family came to visit me every day. I still couldn't tell them. I want to tell someone. The doctors are letting me go home today under strict supervision. We finally arrived home. I went straight to my room. I tried to find the box with the blades but it was gone. I turned around and Grunkle Stan was holding the box.

"You're not getting these back," he said.

I sighed and flopped on my bed. He left so I searched for a hidden blade as quickly as possible. I was able to find it in a couple seconds. I hid it in my pocket right before Grunkle Stan walked back in.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said.

"Be careful with your wounds," he said. I nodded and left. I got in the shower and started cutting my arms again. I got out and got dressed.

"Let me see your arms," Grunkle Stan asked as soon as I got out.

I crossed my arms and looked away.

"Mabel," he said sternly. I held out my arms. He rolled up my sleeves and sighed.

"Why do you do this kid?" he asked. I sighed in guilt and sadness.

"I can't tell you," I said while looking down.

"You can tell me anything," he said. I went to my room and tried to sleep. That failed. I stayed up all night.

The Next Day

I sat up and went out into the woods. I followed the metal trail I created. Once I sat down, I heard footsteps. I turned quickly, only to discover it was Grunkle Stan.

"What's up kid?"

"I wanted to get some fresh air," I said.

"Are you ready to answer my question?" he asked.

I sighed," I will never be ready, but at some point, I'll have to. Why not get it over with?"

"That sounds like a good idea," he said.

"Just please don't say anything until I'm done," I said.

"Of course," he said.

"Okay, It all started at the beginning of the summer. You already know mine and Pacifica's relationship. She started bullying me. Calling me names. Dipper was invited to her party. He brought me as a plus one. I'm not going to lie, I drank quite a bit. I didn't know what was happening when I was dragged into a room upstairs by, at the time, an unknown man. I was pushed into the bed. I tried to scream b-but he covered my mouth. It h-h-hurt so b-bad. I c-couldn't stop him. I broke. Pacifica told me to just slit my wrist and die. I started cutting. The pain made me forget. I started having nightmares. The same things over and over. Pacifica calling me names, pulling my hair, leaving me with him. Him beating me, r-r-raping m-me, hurting me. I tried to avoid them, but they always find me. It became too much. It got me for the last time in the woods. No one could hear me. I couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted to escape. I hate myself, no one should have to deal with a burden like me. I'm ugly and not needed," I said while tears poured down my face. I shut my eyes and felt arms firmly hug me.

"Don't say that," Grunkle Stan said. It sounded like he was crying? Why?

"You mean the world to me, Mabel. I can't lose you. I know how you feel with some of that. I was bullied for not having good grade and for no reason at all at times. I tried to hang myself. Luckily, Ford found me in time. He called for an ambulance and I survived. I don't want you to have to make another mistake. I wish you wouldn't have had to suffer through as much as you did. I will get you help. I don't want you gone, Mabel," he said through tears. I cried and cried. We went back to The Mystery Shack. With the support of Grunkle Stan, I was able to tell Dipper and Grunkle Ford. They were both shocked and cried. They all hugged me while I cried again. I ended up falling asleep. I want to change. I want my life to get better. I want to not feel the need to cut. I want to not feel suicidal or depressed. This is a change.