Pacifica was heartbroken, her eyes swimming from crying so hard. When she saw Dipper kissing that conniving little bitch she was certain of two things; one, there is no true love, that only happens in fairy tales; and two, sometimes the most evil people out there just happen to be the ones closest to you. She had run the entire length back home, not even minding the bruises and blisters on her feet from the heels, and ran into her room and locked the door so no one could get in. "Pacifica, where are you, what happened?!?" Pacifica heard Rosie call out. Soon she also heard more voices. "Hey Paz, you in here?" came a masculine but still boyish voice that Pacifica identified as Luke from the many times they talked over Skype. Then she heard another female voice which she knew to be Mystia from all the videos she posted.

Pacifica was in no mood to talk to anyone, she just wanted to be left alone. She laid her head back on her pillow, not caring that she was dirtying it with her runny eyeliner. "Why...what did I do to deserve this?" She asked herself in a choking sort of whisper. Pacifica knew that Dipper had said he loved her, he admitted it to her on multiple occasions. "But he was under the influence of a truth stone, does it even count?" "Yes, that's why it was called a truth stone!" The hopeful part of her brain kept saying, but Pacifica wasn't listening.

Suddenly she heard something hit the floor with an audible thud! Pacifica looked down and noticed her diary had fallen out of its holding compartment. "Damn, again?" Pacifica fumed, picking up the book. She looked at the cover, a childish looking thing with fuzzy stickers, sparkle glue, and an old signature that Pacifica had done in pen when she was about 6 years old. Ironically, she never wrote in it because she wasn't that great at writing as she was now.

Pacifica looked inside, scanning over the innerworkings of her mind. She looked at one passage, detailing the time she had earned her first black belt at the age of 13.

Date: March 12, 2014

I was breathing heavily, and I'd be lying if I said I I hadn't broken a sweat. My opponent, some South American girl, was all that stood between me and the Brazilian Jujitsu black belt. She had a couple point lead on me and I was already sporting a black eye and multiple bruises. She advanced with a quick right handed jab to my stomach that I managed to easily counter by pushing it away to get in close. It then ball my fist and slam it into her stomach. She keels over and the ref calls the move fair and adds another two points on my score. We're now tied...it all came down to these last few seconds.

She attacks with multiple jabs to points on my body that felt numb and ready to fall off from the beatings. She then, seemingly out of anger, threw a punch at my face. It was against the rules but it seemed like she didn't care anymore. But before her first made contact I had this strange rush of energy and euphoria, and I managed to GRAB HER FIST IN MIDAIR! I remember me saying something along the lines of, "Uh uh uh, that's against the rules!" And then I fucking FLIPPED HER OVER MY SHOULDERS AND SLAMMED HER FLAT ON HER BACK! She was declared the loser on the grounds of fair sportsmanship because I didn't want her to get in too much trouble.

Pacifica liked that entry, and strangely enough that girl was an old friend from way back when before her parents forbid they saw each other ever again. It was amazing that Pacifica hadn't recognized her while they were fighting but then that might have caused her to lose. They managed to catch up for awhile over coffee at a local Starbucks before Pacifica had to go home again, thus once again leaving behind her best friend.

Pacifica then flipped to the most recent entry, her tear stained confession on her feelings for Dipper. Pacifica then got red with fury and hurled the book across the room. She heard a loud CRACK! and then a thud of the book falling on the floor. Pacifica looked over and saw a large crack in the wall and immediately winced. "Well that's going to be a story to explain someday." Pacifica said aloud.

Soon she heard voices and multiple footsteps coming towards her room. She heard a knock, "Hey Paz, can we come in?" She heard Luke ask. Pacifica sighed and opened the door, immediately being attacked by a multitude of hugs. "We saw you crying when you left...didn't know what to think!" Mystia said, rubbing Pacifica's back in a reassuring manner. "Thanks, I just...didn't know what else to do. Sorry for ruining the party for you all, especially you Rosie. Every guy would have been all over you!" Pacifica said disheartened, but Rosie just shook her head. "Please, you're my first priority. Those guys can go screw themselves for all I care!" Rosie said firmly, making Pacifica smile.

"Who did this to you?" Luke asked, ready to go bust some heads. "Please don't-" but Pacifica was cut off. "I agree, tell us so we make him sorry for doing this to you!" Mystia agreed, cracking her knuckles. "Please guys, I don't want this night to end with someone broken on the floor!" Pacifica pleaded, causing both Luke and Mystia to pout. "Fine, but at least let us intimidate." "Maybe," was the reply.

Pacifica looked over and started walking to her diary that she had thrown. When she got to the hole in the wall Pacifica noticed that it felt more open on the other side. "Hey guys check this out!" Pacifica said and everyone came over to see. "What the hell, do you rich people have secret compartments in every room?" Luke asked, bewildered. "I'm just as confused as you are, I've never seen this before." Pacifica said as she reached for the crack. She began tearing pieces of wall and wallpaper away to reveal the big secret.

"It's...a briefcase?" Rosie said, just as confused as everyone else. Pacifica pulled out the briefcase and undid the latches. When she looked inside she was now many times more confused than ever. "What the, how the hell?" Pacifica asked no one in particular as she looked down at what appeared to be another copy of the altered family tree, except this one was framed. "Isn't that the Northwest Family Tree?" Rosie asked with a slight mix of confusion. "It is but look, those aren't my parents." Pacifica pointed to the pictures of the man and woman that were above her own.

"Why the hell is this thing here?" Mystia asked, taking the framed paper from Pacifica. "I don't know, my dad has a copy of this in his desk but I wouldn't know why." Pacifica said. "Maybe you're adopted." Mystia half joked, "It's possible, she looks nothing like Preston or Sarah Northwest." She thought, which struck her as odd. "Impossible, they showed me a blood test which rendered that happy thought null and void." Pacifica said with sadness.

Pacifica went to grab the picture, but it slipped and shattered. "Oh shit!" Pacifica cursed aloud and asked Rosie to get a bag. They cleaned up the mess and then Luke picked up the weathered paper and turned it over. His brow scrunched in confusion, "Hey Paz, what's this on the back?" He asked and handed it over. Pacifica began reading; at first she wasn't really interested in what it said but as she kept reading things began clicking inside of her brain, like something trying to escape. Her eyes went wide as she breathed in every ounce of what it said.

Pacifica's eyes then began to do something weird, they began to rapidly change color. Her startling blue irises first changed to green, then red, then gold, and then to pure black before finally forming a deep purple hue. Pacifica then collapsed, the page with the scrawled words falling out of her hands. They read,

"Pacifica, my beloved child, I'm sorry that I will never see you grow up and have a family of your own. I'm sorry that I have forced you and your mother into this horrendous mess and that I can not undo the chain of events that led to this. I'm sorry that I must leave you with these 'people' as they watch over my estate and your mother's grave, it was the hardest decision I've ever had to make. I know you'll have questions when you see this, I can already tell from looking into your deep purple eyes that you'll soon figure your heritage, and that is something I can't allow.

Goodbye, my sweet Northwest child.

M.
(Daddy)

Pacifica seemed to be having a seizure, her eyes were fluttering and her muscles were spasming. Rosie was instantly by her side trying to hold her down while Luke tried to give her CPR. Eventually she stopped shaking and even started deeply breathing, meaning that she was asleep. "What the hell was that?!?" Mystia asked, fear laced in her voice. "I don't know, but it seems Pacifica got over it. Still I suggest we take her to the hospital." Luke said and everyone nodded in agreement.

"You're not going anywhere with MY daughter!" Came a voice from the doorway. They sharply turned their heads to face a stony faced Preston Northwest along with six or so bodyguards. "Mr. Northwest please, she needs a hospital!" Rosie pleaded but Preston raised a finger to silence her. "Nonsense, I've already called our personal doctor and he'll be here shortly. Thank you for your consideration but you are all free to go." He said with an eerie calm.

"No, we're taking her to the hospital!" Luke said, his fists clenched. Preston didn't say anything, and yet he didn't have to. Suddenly two of the guards charged Luke. The bigger one threw a punch at his face but Luke dodged, grabbed the guard's hand and twisted out behind his back. Out of the corner of his eye, Luke noticed the other guard pull out a combat knife. Luke threw the larger guard against the wall and then grabbed his own knife out of his boot(yes, boot, I can't change some people's minds). They began to slash at each other, each capable of guessing the other's move and defending and attacking to suit the needs. Finally the guard made a rookie mistake, he tried a forward stab to Luke's chest. Luke blocked the move and countered by stabbing the guy in the abdominal area, making sure to try and miss any vital organs.

When the guy fell Luke turned to the other men. "Huh, I thought you were all trained better or something!" Luke chuckled, he began to develop his signature cocky status. "Alright then, who's ne-BANG!!" He didn't finish his sentence. Luke looked down to see his shirt was getting soaked with blood, his blood. He began to feel weak, his mind reeling from the fact that he had been shot. He looked up to see Preston Northwest holding a smoking .45 caliber revolver, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Like I said, you're not going anywhere!" He said before Luke blacked out, the last thoughts playing in his head were, "Damn, and I decided not to wear my vest. Fucking typical!"