Dipper's P.O.V.

Timeskip to after school

"He knows..." My mind droned on endlessly, "He knows, he knows, he knows..." 

"It's okay Dipper... You'll talk to him tomorrow....... Wait... what the hell is his name?"

"What the hell is his hair color? Where the hell are his classes? "

"Wait, I remember... he has obnoxiously golden hair and an annoying yellow hoodie with black drawn bricks on the bottom..."

"I can find that kid from a MILES away!!!!" 

"Who am I kidding!?... I saw HIS cuts AND scars on HIS arm!! And besides... The only thing I have to do tomorrow is to be looking for the yellow brick road!!!" I was now fairly into the forest, giggling at my witty, snide, comment.

Timeskip to the evening...

Still Dipper's P.O.V.

"Shit... Shit... Shit..." I murmured repeatedly, rummaging through my bedside table, to find the object I was looking for, only to be interrupted for a:

"BY THE WAY, I USED YOUR X-ACTO BLADES TO BEDAZZLE WADDLES, I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND!!!" Mable yelled, not knowing why I really use the blades, 

"In my pocket..." I murmured, looking for my spare blade, solely to be greeted by nothing, except dry blood, and the worn-out fabric of my pocket.

"I really AM in deep shit" I mumbled, face-planting into my unmade bed, only to hear the small, hysterical sobs and laughter come out of my mouth.

This happened for a while, the soft noises, faint, but then growing into louder, clearer sounds, the notes of my hysterical laughter and sobs forming a seemingly perfect harmony... until... the faint glint, my dull eyes, staring at the shiny object, the little glistering item, shining through it's container, a pencil sharpener.

I arose from my bed, making a soft squeak, at the reaction of the sudden missing weight. My hand grazed the cold, green plastic container where the "treasure" inside secured in, I opened the container, the smell of wood and lead entered my nose; The now exposed blade, I could see the sharp tip, the screw holding it into place. I said nothing as I stomped on the container, releasing the blade from its secure grip. I slowly brought the blade up to my arm, hoping it would bring me out of this grasp out of this cold, unfeeling world.

"Do it... nobody would even notice..." My mind taunted, "I just can't take it anymore," I hissed, as I drew the blade deeper into my arm.

The agonizing pain was enough to signal that my handiwork was finished, The blade fell out of my hands, with a soft "Clink!" as it hit the wooden floor, my time here is done...

AUTHOR'S NOTE

HEY GUYSSSS UMMM SOOOO SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS SO DAMN SHORT!!! I WILL WRITE ANOTHER ONE TODAY HOPEFULLY WITHIN THE HOUR!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND I SEE YAAAAAAA~!!!!!!!!!!!!1 :333

AUTHOr CHAN~~~~