CLIFF HANGER- CHAPTER ONE
She silently walked through the shady forest. It was time. She had it all planned out. The note was on Dipper's desk, and he would notice it when he woke up. She would just have to get to the bridge, and it would all be over. All of it.
She doubted anyone would miss her. She was just a useless waste of air. Nobody actually cared about her, anyways. She'd been depressed since she was twelve. Nobody noticed her suicidal tendencies. They didn't care enough to notice. She was almost to the bridge, when she heard a stick snap in half.
She whipped around. "Who's there?" She started walking towards the bridge again, when another snap came. This time, it sounded closer. She broke into a sprint towards the bridge. She had to make it! She had to! She tripped on a tree root, just as she had almost gotten there.
"Mabel! Mabel..!" She heard her sibling and her two gruncles yelling in the distance. She got off and ran towards the bridge. She climbed on it, just as the three other Pines had gotten to her. Dipper had tears in her eyes. "Mabel, get off of there! Please! This is a p- prank, right?!" Dipper croaks out. She just laughs. She takes one hand off of the ledge. She only has one puny hand to hold her up. She's hanging off. She deserves it. She deserves it, she really does.
"Mabel, get off that bridge!" It's ironic how badly Gruncle Ford had worded that. "Oh, gladly! Good job, that was the perfect way to say that, genius. Hope ya' don't miss me." I start to take my hand off of the railing, when something stops me. "B- BILL! LET GO OF HER..!" Gruncle Ford exclaims. So it was Bill Cipher, the bane of my existence. "Oh, you want her to jump off of this stupid bridge? Fine, not my problem! I'll just throw her off, it that's what ya' want." His grip on me loosens. "N- No!" Gruncle Stan pleads. "Whatever, here's your Shooting Star, courtesy of Bill Cipher." I feel something slip into my pocket. "I would watch her more carefully. She's been depressed for like, three years. You actually believed those "scratches" on her arms were from woodland animals? Honestly, people! Okay, bye. Here, Pine tree." I'll check what he slipped into my pocket, whenever I get back into my room.
For now, I have these people to deal with. Bill hands me back to Dipper, who grabs me quickly, sobbing heavily. "I'd be more careful to check EVERYONE is sleeping next time, Shooting Star." Thanks a whole lot, you stupid triangle. "You're welcome! If ya' want, I can tell everyone what you're thinking right now! Also, I'm not stupid. I know lots of things. LOTS OF THINGS." I hate you. "Aw, I hate you too! Okay, bye! Reality's an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold, bye!" He disappears in a bright flash. Color returns, and our eyes open.
Stan pulls out his phone, and starts dialing someone's number. I can guess it's probably one of my parents. "What were you thinking?! You could've d- died!" Ford grabs me and hugs me tightly. I snort. "That's the point." I can hear shouting from whoever Stan is calling. This was going to be a long day.