Everyone says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive. -C.S. Lewis

  "Hello?" I ask into the phone when I pick it up.

  "Hey, Bro," Mabel says.

  "Hey, what did you call for?" I ask. I don't think she would call unless something important was going on.

  "I just wanted to talk to you!" Mabel says.

  "Hey, Pine Tree! Who are you talking to?" Bill says walking into the room. I hear a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the phone. Great, Mabel heard him.

  "Dipper, was that...?" Mabel trails off. She knew she was right already, nobody other than Bill uses that nickname. She wanted confirmation though.

  I frown, "yes, but it's not what you think!"

  "Dipper... He tried to kill you! What is he there for? He took over your body! You could have died multiple times because of him!" Mabel shouts into the phone. I sigh.

  "There was a good reason that he did that. He couldn't help it most of the time. He lost all of his compassion and human nature that he had before," I answer.

  "Dipper, you have to get him out! He can't stay there, he could hurt you..." Mabel says. I didn't know what to say. She was right. He could.

  "He won't. He couldn't help it then!" I try to reason. I knew it wasn't a very good argument, but I had to find someway to stick up for him.

  "Why can he help it now, Dipper?" Mabel asks. I frown. Why could he just suddenly not be crazy? Why was now any different. I look back at him. He stood behind me with his head turned like a confused puppy.

  "You're right, Mabel. I'm gonna hope though. I have faith that he has really changed," I say.

  Mabel sighs tiredly, "faith is not good enough to risk your safety for." With that, she hangs up.

  "Who was that, Pine Tree?" Bill asks again. He knows I was talking about him, I can tell. It's the same look I have used so many times.

  "It was just Mabel. Nothing to worry about, Bill," I answer quickly. He nods.

  "Bill, I'm going for a walk. Watch Silvio for me please," I say quietly. He nods, and I start to walk out.

"Dipper," he starts off. I know it's important due to the use of my first name.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Just know, I'm sorry for what I did back then. I can't undo what I did, I know that. I just want you to know that if I could, I would." Bill says. A single tear runs down his face. I freeze at the sight.

After a few seconds I nod to him, and walk out the door. He seemed sorry, but am I forgiving him to quickly. Should I even forgive him at all?

After what had happened that first summer I went to Gravity Falls, I got bullied more. I had written about this place on school papers. I had drawn it for art classes. People thought I was crazy. Doctors thought I had post traumatic stress.

Even after that, I wanted to be back here. Gravity Falls was one of the first places that I had ever been accepted at. People here were usually nice. They knew I wasn't crazy. Being here was so much better than other places. I wasn't able to go till now because of my parents.

Now that I was here though, I was happier. Being here raised my spirits, but I still had moments. Relapses, nightmares, just things that set off all those bad memories were still there, but it was still better than before.

I walk around town, waving at some of the locals I knew. The sun starts to go down, and I turn to go back home. I walk inside the house, and walk to my room. Bill was asleep on the bed inside. I sigh and grab some shorts and a comfy sweater. I grab a towel and for the bathroom.

I start the water to the shower and what for it to get to the right temperature. Once the waters right I take off my clothes and step into the shower. I let the water wash over me.

After that was finished and I had dried off and changed I slip into bed. Once I'm in the bed Bill scoots closer in his sleep. I scoot a bit farther away.

Why did we stand each other? Bill and I had been enemies before, why we're all friendly now? I frown. Am I to fast to trust people? Should I trust my own judgement or Mabel's? Do I trust Bill or not?

The question whirl around in my head. I get out of the bed and go to the kitchen. I grab a cup and fill it with water. I take a sip and sigh. I set my cup down and lean against the counter. I take a few a deep breaths with my eyes closed.

I take in the silence of the night. The problem with silence is how easy it is to think in it. I let my thoughts consume me, and I slide to the ground. I sit on the ground silently crying as thoughts intrude my brain.

The thoughts of what other people had called me. The words of the bullies. The words I had thought about myself. I thought if what I do wrong. I thought of my imperfections.

I sit on the floor wishing someone would find me and save me. Why couldn't someone save me and be my hero. I can't save myself and I need the help.

After a while if sitting there I start to get up. No one will save me. I have to find away to save myself. Everyone has given up on me, including myself. Maybe I don't deserve to be saved. Maybe I deserve to stay in self pity and grief.

I drink the rest of my water, and head to bed. I lay in the bed and try not to make any sound. Tears continue to fall down my cheeks. I feel an arm come around me. I move away quickly and turn away from Bill who is laying beside me. He must have gotten the message cause he didn't touch me again.

Then I hear it. A soft hum. A tune I had heard before. The tune was the same one from the mindscape before. The tune was like a lullaby. I start to feel my eyes close. The humming continues into my dreams, and it seems to keep away the nightmares.

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