~Dipper~

"I guess I've grown up around violence," I started my story. "From as early as I can remember, Ford has treated me like trash. I know it's because he was always drunk, but I think that's how my depression started." I took a deep breath before I continued.

"I was enroled in school for a few years, but I got bullied too much and my grades fell harshly. I just stopped going and decided to teach myself. If anyone asked where I went to school, I simply told them Ford homeschooled me, which was half true. I figured out that I learned much faster and better at my own pace and by myself. By the time I was twelve, I had finished tenth grade. I decided that was good enough for me, so I stopped. There were plenty of school dropouts and after I was finished teaching myself for the day, I took walks around the city, blending in with the poorer kids.

"Gideon is a rich kid that always gets his way. I honestly think that he's not exactly sane. He and I met at school and was one of the prime reasons I dropped out. He never actually hit me, but his friends followed his every command. I think he payed them to be his henchmen, actually. I was afraid to go outside after school hours for the longest time. I always went to get Ford's alcohol every few days, but I almost always got attacked by Gideon and his gang on the way there or back. The fear got so bad that I refused to go outside, even when Ford out of drinks and his with drawl was so bad he almost strangled me." I put a hand to my neck, remembering the terrifying experience. I swollowed and went on.

"Every day it got worse and worse, Ford's addiction and Gideon's attacks. I started to think that everything was my fault and that was why I turned to self harm." I rolled back my sleeve to show Mabel the scars. "I didn't have any friends to talk me out of it and I thought it was helping. But I was all wrong. I once cut an artery on my wrist outside of my apartment room. I was sitting in the hall and I accidentally let out a scream of pain. One of the neighbors found me and rushed me to the hospital. I wouldn't have survived if it wasn't for her." I glared at the scar with hatred as I pulled my sleeve down again over my arm. We sat in silence for a little bit. I had never told anyone this much of my past before, and it was exausing.

"You don't have to tell me anymore if you don't want to," Mabel said.

"No, it's okay," I said, taking a deep breath. "After I almost killed myself, I was done hurting myself. I realised that I wasn't ready to die. I started schooling myself again, but everything got more confusing in eleventh grade. I soon gave up again. Almost no one went on to high school after eighth grade anyway. I was more advanced then most adults then.

"New York was a pretty dangerous city to live in. I didn't only get jumped by Gideon and his gang, but other thugs too. I had to illegally buy alchol since it was banned by Prohibition, so that made my life a nightmare. I would go up to get some for Ford, but I'd just get roughed up in the process. No one believed I was getting it for my drunk uncle. They all thought I was just trying to get some to get drunk and brag about it. If I came home without any, Ford would beat me, no matter how beat up I was from trying to get him some. The first time it happened, I consitered running away, but not for the first time. I'd almost ran more times then I can count, before I can even remember. I blammed Ford for everything and wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

"I never actually ran, not until I found out about you. I found the journal and there was a picture inside of me, you, Stan and Ford. We were babies, but-"

"Wait," Mabel said. "You mean..." She took a photo out from under her bed and handed it to me. "This one?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"No way!" Mabel said. "This is how I found out about you!"

I smiled slightly. "I guess twin telepathy is a thing. Well, anyway, when I found this picture, I was determined to find out who you were. I finally ran away for good, but I was stopped before I could. You see, Gideon had stolen the book a day or two before and I tried to steal it back, but his father's the mayor and that wasn't going to be an easy feat. I was caught by Gideon and a few of his friends. They took me to a grave yard and summoned Bill. He attacted me for some reason and that was how Bill got into my mind."

"So Gideon summoned Bill?" Mabel asked. "Wow, I knew that kid was weird, but I didn't think he was crazy."

I shrugged. "Well, after that, I hoped on a train and now I'm here."

Mabel grinned. "And I'm glad you did." She wrapped her arms around me. "I'm really sorry about all that happened to you."

I shrugged, hugging her back. "It's not like you did anything." I felt the edges of my eyes get wet. I'd always tried not to think about how jorrible my life was, but now it was fully in my mind. I tried to hold my tears back, but they fell anyway. A sob made it's way out my throat, and before I knew it, Mabel was holding me and rubbing my back as I sobbed. She had a very motherly aura around her. I couldn't help but feel protected in her arms.

"Shhh," she said softly. "It's okay, your safe now."

I hiccuped and looked up at her. "How d-do you kn-know?" I hated how weak I sounded, but I couldn't help it. My emotional barriers had fallen, and fallen hard.

"Because your with me and Stan now," Mabel said. "And your family. And I will not let that fat, good for nothing, baby kid hurt you, okay?"

I nodded in my sister's arms. "Okay. I-I trust you."

Mabel smiled and gave me a quick squeeze before letting me go. I get into bed and wiped my eyes. Mabel was right about one thing. I felt a whole lot better after telling her. From that moment, I vowed that I would never keep a secret from her ever again. I wanted to be the brother she wanted. She was already the sister I couldn't have imagined. I took a shaky breath, wiped my eyes, and closed them. And for the first time in a long, long time, I had a peaceful sleep.

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An update already?
Yeah, I know. I'm just as surprised as you guys are.
I decided to give you Dipper's background story anyway. I think there's a couple things in there that you didn't know. I mean, at least one. And a little sibling moment at the end. Yes, this book needs 111% more sibling moments, I think.
Hope you liked this update. And it didn't end in a cliffhanger. Woohoo!