Warning: Suicide attempts, cutting and self-harm, lots of crying.

If someone asked Dipper Pines if he would have ever cut himself on purpose back when he was twelve or even a little older, he would have laughed at them and told them that were crazy. He would never cut himself.

Then again, he would have never imagined that he would have also battled an all powerful dream demon from another dimension and won.

But now, as he stood in the bathroom in front of the mirror, with a makeshift blade in his hand, he couldn't remember the time when he was happy and didn't want to cut every time that something went wrong in his life.

It was a scary thought to Dipper when he had first begun, scared out of his mind at putting that blade to his skin. But now, it seemed like the only answer to the Pines boy.

He was just over fifteen now, he should be drawing things with pencils, not with razors. Of course, that was how life was treating him, so that was how it had to be.

He didn't know many other people who did cut or were depressed, but he knew he was.

Dipper missed the old Dipper, the happy Dipper that got excited when Ghost Harassers was on.

Now, he couldn't even look at his sister, out of the fear that she would be able to see through him to see what he did in the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep. (or at least, supposed to be)

Of course, tonight was no different. He had got out of bed once he was sure that no one was up any more and headed to the bathroom.

Dipper didn't bother locking the door, the young Pines boy was sure that everyone was asleep.

Of course, Dipper didn't want Mabel to find out about this, it would break her heart. He could only watch as she made plenty of friends at school, whilst he was left in the shadows, an empty shell of what he once was.

The teenager looked like a mess, his hair was sticking out everywhere and his eyes had bags around them thanks to his insomnia and the nightmares that he witnessed when he actually managed to get to sleep.

Dipper almost hissed when his makeshift knife pierced his skin, but didn't pull it out again. The knife was made out of hot glue, pop sticks and two sharpener blades that he had taken from a sharpener that he had accidently broken.

It did hurt at first, but then came the relief when he couldn't feel the voice in his head telling him to die and that he didn't matter to anyone, because all his mind could focus on was the searing pain in his arm where he had cut into it.

Blood started to poor out of the cut and so Dipper grabbed the black cloth that he had stolen off of his parents that they didn't even like, so they hadn't noticed it's disappearance. Dipper also grabbed the bandages that he had bought with his own money that he managed to earn, (his parents had let Mabel and him get a job) so that they wouldn't get suspicious when the ones in the cupboard went missing.

The Pines boy wrapped them around his arm, pulling his sleeve down a little so the bandages were out of sight. He grabbed his makeshift blade once again and moved to cut himself once again, not noticing the door creeping open slowly.

Dipper heard the door almost slam shut and looked up to see his sister standing there, her face full of shock and terror, her eyes fixed on Dipper's arm, where he had cut into with the blade.

"M-M-Mabel? W-what are y-you doing-g in h-here?" Dipper stuttered, to shocked that his sister had caught him performing self-harm to talk properly.

Mabel just started to stutter random words, not able to form them properly. She was shocked at what her brother was doing to himself.

Dipper's eyes wandered down to Mabel's hands. In one of them she held a piece of paper that Dipper could see some writing or a drawing on. In the other, there was one of their mother's largest kitchen knives.

Dipper's eyes also widened in shock over what his sister had planned to do tonight.

Both twins just stood there, looking at each at each other without even moving a muscle. Dipper just stood there with the blade in his arm, and Mabel just stood there with the knife and possible suicide note in her hand.

Neither heard the sound of feet running on the wooden floor boards of their house, and didn't notice it until their mother, Ariel, was standing at the doorway.

"What are you two doing up at this time of….." Ariel didn't finish her sentence, having noticed the knife in Mabel's hand and the many cuts that littered Dipper's arms.

She gasped and started to move away from the door.

"Living room, now. We need to have a family discussion." She said and moved to go get their father, Alex.

Mabel cast a look at Dipper before moving down the stairs towards their living room.

Dipper pulled down the sleeves of his shirt and put his sweater that his sister had made him back on. He could already hear his dad getting out of bed to follow his mother out to the living room.

Dipper sighed as he sat down on the couch. His sister sat opposite of him, and his parents sat diagonal of them on the larger couch.

"Why were you up?" Alex asked turning to his two children.

Mabel cried a little, before wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her night time sweater.

"I, I planned, to, to go away tonight, forever, so that, that I couldn't h-hurt any, anybody anymore…" Mabel said, her grip on the piece of paper that she still held in her hand tightening.

The younger Pines was full on crying by now, looking from her parents to her brother, who had also began to cry.

Alex turned to face Dipper, wanting his answer.

"I, I was cutting myself, b-because it helps me and now I-I'm addicted t-to it and I-I can't s-stop…" Dipper told his parents, not wanting to look up his parents, who the Pines boy knew were only trying to help you.

Ariel looked at Dipper with a sympathetic look in her eyes. She didn't know what is what like to go through what the twin were going through, but she wanted to support and help her children.

"Why were you cutting Dipper?" Ariel asked her son softly and the youngest Pines looked up at her. he avoided her gaze, not wanting her to see into his eyes and see the pain that he was feeling.

"Because, it makes me feel better, like it could solve all of my problems, I know that it won't do that but I just want to feel better and I hate this and there is a voice in my head and sometimes I just can't help it and then everything comes out and I have to cut and then….I have to hide and then they all tease me even more because of what I wear and that makes me want to cut even more…"

Dipper look up at his parents once more, not wanting to tell them all of the other reasons that he was like this.

Most of it was because of Bill, who had changed both pairs of Pines twins for the worst.

Mabel was lucky, she hadn't live through what Dipper had thanks to being in that bubble a majority of the time, and Stan had stayed in the Mystery Shack for most of the week that Weirdmaggendon had been happening, and Ford had been trapped in a golden statue.

The things that Dipper had seen had made him question everything and just want to die. They had given him nightmares that he still had to this very day, tearing the young boy up inside.

Dipper knew that he probably had multiple mental illnesses, such as depression and anxiety, and (thanks to school, even though he pretended that he wasn't at all bothered by it) possibly anorexia.

Most of Dipper's school and home life problems had been caused by Bill, which had led to even more problems for the teenager.

"What can we do to help?" Ariel asked, breaking the silence between the family of four.

"Nothing, unless you want to lock me up in a psych ward until I am better," Dipper replied, not looking up from his hands.

Ariel sighed. She just wanted to help her poor baby, who seemed to be in so much pain at this current moment.

"Mabel, you know that you mean so much to me and none of this is your fault, I couldn't live with myself if you died or I lost you, you know that, right?" Dipper said, turning to his sister who had gone quiet, occasionally sniffling.

Mabel looked up, tears in her eyes. She just wanted to make sure that she couldn't hurt her brother anymore. And death seemed a good way to do just that.

"Dipper, I know that you think that it cracked in my backpack, but I need to get this off my chest. I know that you are going to hate me so, so much after I tell you this, but I really need to get it off my chest. I made a deal with him, I gave it to him in return for a little more summer. That is why I was in that bubble, not because I was near it and Bill decided to punish me, okay?" Mabel said, standing up and looking at her brother, who also stood up.

The youngest Pines looked over at his sister with wide eyes, shocked at what she had said.

"Mabel, I forgive you. We were thirteen, we fucked up, okay? There is nothing I can do about it now and hating you would be pointless, okay? I don't care, you are my sister."

Mabel looked at Dipper, before rushing over to hug him tightly. The young girl didn't want to have her brother hate her when she had told him, but she needed to finally get it off of her chest. It had felt so good when she had, and even now, when she knew that her brother didn't hate her for it, it made her feel so appreciated and happy.

Ariel and Alex, however, had no idea what was going and decided to assume that this was something that had happened over their summer break that they had spent with their great uncle, or great uncles as both twins had told them that they had two great uncles.

Alex walked over to where the twins were hugging it out and put his arms around the two of them. Ariel did the same, and Dipper and Mabel welcomed them into the hug, happy that they wanted to share it with them.

"Kids, look. I don't know what happened on that summer, but I just want you two to know that we are here for you and you can tell us anything and I promise that we will only want to help you with it, not be angry or hurt you even further. Dipper, and Mabel, if you cut too, then I want you to do a little technique that I got taught at my asylum for me, okay?"

Dipper looked at Mabel, his eyes still slightly puffy from all of the crying that they had done. Both of the twins smiled slightly and nodded their heads at each other, before nodding their heads at their mother, who looked very happy with her children's choice.

"I want you two to, whenever you feel the need to cut yourself, draw a little butterfly on your arm in the area that you want to cut. The rules are that you can't rub it off, you have to let it come off naturally. If you cut before it has rubbed off, then you have killed your butterfly. If you have multiple, then it kills them all, okay? Do you think that you could do that for me?"

Dipper and Mabel looked at each other and then back up at their parents, before nodding their heads.

"Okay, come on, we should all go back to bed. We can discuss this further in the morning, okay?" Ariel said and Dipper and Mabel gave each other a quick wink and raced up the stairs to their rooms.

Dipper lay in his bed, awake for a little while, before managing to actually go to sleep, and this time, it was a sleep with happy dreams that he hadn't experienced in a while.

Life was actually looking good for the teenager, for the first time in almost over two years.

Bill was gone, he couldn't hurt Dipper or Mabel ever again. At least, that was what Dipper thought. Reality was much, much different.

I hope you liked it.

This was very hard for me to write, because I have never asked for help, (I don't like asking for help full stop,) but the first part does actually reflect some of my own troubles.

I decided to leave it on a semi cliff hanger, even though I am not going to continue it.

Please tell me what you thought.

Thanks, Startherebel.