"I hate you." Her words took me by surprise and cut like a knife. But she didn't care. Instead, she smiled. This wasn't a person I knew, this was a stranger. It had to be, there was no way she could say that, she was my twin. We didn't hate each other, I mean sure, we bug each other sometimes but that's what siblings do.

So why am I crying? Why does it sting that she said that to me, with no problem whatsoever. Even now, as my sobs grow louder, my twin, my twin, is standing there, cackling. How'd it all end up this way?
My name is Dipper Pines. I'm 15 years old, on the last day of summer I'll turn 16 along with my twin sister, Mabel. Mabel's the opposite of me, when we first arrived at Gravity Falls when we were 12, she was so excited and happy about it. Even as she's aged she managed to keep her cheerful demeanor. Puberty was pretty kind to her, gifting her with a body with smooth curves and long brown hair almost reaching her knees. Mabel kept her sweaters for awhile then transitioned to tank-tops and skinny jeans with a few colorful accessories to keep the Mabel pep. My sister had also grown very popular which was no surprise, everyone had always loved her. She was great.

I was a different story, as I grew up there was never really any changes, I was still shorter than Mabel and a stick figure. In school I still didn't have any friends except for her, causing me to get depression and anxiety issues. The only highlight of my year was getting to grow to Gravity Falls every year. There people could understand me and Wendy was there! We swapped hats every summer, it was great. Then it happened.

My sister had scored a date with the most sleazy guy in town who was only really interested in Mabel because he wanted to have sex with her. I, however, noticed and tried reasoning with her.

"Mabel! Just the person I needed to see!" I ran over to my other half and shook her gently, she laughed a little. "What's up bro-bro?" I pulled out my phone and looked through all my messages, then I found it. "Look, I don't think you date Chris. He's just using you for his looks. I overheard a conversation at the mall, two girls were talking about him. He's a womanizer, Mabel!" My sister scrolled through the data I collected about him then chuckled softly. "Dipper, did you forget to take your medicine today?" My cheeks flushed and I pulled the phone out of her hands, "N-no! Why would you say that?" "Because you're being ridiculous! These girls didn't even date him! They're just talking about him!" I paused and thought for a minute, I did hear them say 'I wish' and 'date' in the same sentence. I felt myself turn ever redder. "S-sorry. But I still don't think you should go out...what if he tries something on you?" My sibling gave me a deadly glare, "You idiot! Can't I go on one date without you panicking? I swear this happens every time! Just leave me and my love life alone for once! I am going out on that date!" She shoves me on the floor, not gently at all, grabs her purse and walks to the door, she pauses for a moment and without missing a beat turns to me and throws my anti-depressants at me, "Now take your damn pills."

I had stared at the door for a few minutes, blinking away tears that I didn't want to come. My sister pushed me. To the ground. Did she even care about me anymore? Was I the problem? I knew that what I told her would hurt her, but I didn't expect it to go like this. It was unfair to me, the way she started to treat me. Throughout the entire year she'd been growing more and more annoyed with me. I released a loud sob and ran to the attic, our shared bedroom. I glanced at her side. She had decided to decorate it with an arrangement of posters and stickers, the side was also covered in her belongings.

I could destroy her room.

I could do it. I could tear down everything and throw it out the window, she wouldn't care at all. My conscience was telling me not to do it, but I had to. If my sister would keep messing with me, I'd mess with her. I'd give her a reason to hate me.

I slowly trudged to her side of the room. My hands reached up and ripped off a poster for a stupid boyband. Tearing it apart, I littered it around the room and continued with everything else. My adrenaline rushed as I tore off a stuffed cat's head and threw it out the window. I proceeded with her pillow, bedding and basically everything else she owned. After that, I grabbed a red marker. I chewed on its end, thinking about what to write. Then the door opened. Mabel stared, her eyes watering, "Dipper? What are you doing to our room?" I turned to face her properly. I looked at her then towards the ground. She's on the brink of tears, it's all my fault. I did this. "I'm sorry Mabel. I was really mad and one thing led to another-" "Screw you." Her sadness quickly faded into anger as she moved closer. "You're such an idiot! Why'd you do this? Are you trying to be unlikeable? Because, guess what? It worked."

"I hate you."

"Y-you don't mean that!" I ran over and embraced her, I felt her go stiff and push me away again. "Don't do that! Don't say you're sorry! Don't blame it on your depression. It's not my fault you're jealous!' "Jealous?" I whimpered and picked myself back up. She laughed, "I know you are. I see it every time I leave for a club or a friend's house or a date. As we say goodbye you look me dead in the eye with pure hatred. You wish you were the alpha twin. You wish you were me. Why? Because I'm likeable." I covered my ears and moved towards the door, "Admit it Dipper. You wish I were dead. Then you'd be the one with friends. Ya know...for awhile I felt bad. I tried not to take it hard. Dipper, I felt terrible when you got depression. I wanted you to be like me and not be lonely or afraid all the time. I tried to stick by you...but people grow up." I opened the door and bolted down the stairs and towards the kitchen. She trailed behind. "I started hating you when we turned 14. You got so clingy and emotional. I could never leave the house without you. And when I finally told you to lay off a little bit, you yelled and screamed and threw a stupid ol' tantrum. Poor little Dipper got all the attention from mom and dad. It made you happy because you knew how much I wanted to be noticed by them again. But you stole them from me. So I started hanging out with my friends more and everything was alright for awhile."

She cornered me in the kitchen. Me screaming loudly, while she moved closer, getting angrier with each step. "Then it all changed. I read your texts to Wendy and Pacifica. You think I'm a bitch. Well, guess I am. And so are you. I'll always hate you Dipper. So stop making me wish you were the dead twin." I took a deep breath and Mabel tackled me. Planting herself on my stomach, she started throwing punches, mostly for the face. I tried desperately to hold her back, but I couldn't see anything past the tears and blood blurring my vision. So I screamed. Loudly. My twin slapped me again, "Shut up you wimp!" She quickly stood up and kicked me in the gut so I wouldn't move. I rolled onto my side and threw up. I turned to face her again, this time with a knife. She kneeled down and grabbed my twig of an arm, "I know you think I'm a monster. Here's a reminder so you won't tell anyone I am." She slowly slid the blade across my arm, resulting in stinging pain and blood oozing onto the floor. I screamed bloody murder and kicked at nothing.

Someone hear me. Someone. Anyone. Save me from this nightmare. Save me from who I called a friend. Save me.

Thankfully, Wendy walked into the living room, "Sorry guys, had to grab my jack-woah! What's going on in here!?' The older girl charged into the room and forced the knife out of Mabel's hands. Mabel gulped and slowly stood up, head hanging in shame. Wendy slapped her and my twin rubbed the area. The redhead got down on her knees and helped me. She called in everybody.

I was getting fixed up, watching my sister explain everything that had just occurred. The older Pines were pretty disappointed in her and sent her to the attack. They would be discussing her problem later. As for me, I shivered in the corner, remembering everything the stranger had said.

I was living a nightmare now.

At 1 in the morning I woke up. My sister was asleep in the other bed, probably dreaming on how to kill me in the morning. Don't worry sis, I'll take care of that for you. You'll have no one to hate soon enough. Quietly, I left my bed, and tiptoed downstairs. No one was up, thank goodness, so I could make an easy escape. I silently reached into the pocket of my shorts and set a crappy note on the kitchen table. And with that, I was out of the shack.

It only took an hour to reach my destination, I'd managed to learn my ways around the forest over the years. Even in the dark I could hear the water moving, always moving. I slowly kept moving closer, it seemed dangerous now. No, you have to do this. For Mabel. My hands scooped up two mildly heavy rocks. Heaving a sigh and I stood on the edge of the Gravity Falls Waterfall. I looked down, it was about a 10 story drop. I shook violently in the cool wind, it was now or never.

I took a small step forward and closed my eyes, I let the sound of happy water consume me, I stood as straight as I could and put my hands at my side. I felt the smooth, slightly damp rocks. If this weren't happening I'd have kept them. But I'm not keeping them. Taking a huge breath, I fell forward and everything stopped.

Kay, so chapter 1 done! Sorry if it's a bit depressing...I can't write very happy. Anyways, this was a thought I'd been having lately and the show ended so I figured what the heck, ya know? And yeah, sorry about the writing, I write better with my thoughts I personally think but, gotta try. So uh….Hope you enjoyed this first chapter…..more to come….remind me….