Acknowledgements

Too my angels I'll love you forever. Too the monster, there's a special place in hell for you.

Hello. My name is not important. I'm just the messenger. The story teller is the most important person. This is her tale, her life, she asked me too put those acknowledgments in. I'm simply publishing it so you can hear her story. And here it is.

I lay there in pain. He had never gotten so angry before. He had attacked me again. Threw me against a wall, then out the window. I took my chance to leave him, my entire life behind. For seven years I had been stuck in that hell. That man beating me, kicking me calling me nothing. It was my fault his wife died, my fault she was gone. He hated me since I took his wife's life while she was giving birth to me.

I gave up. Let him find me, let him kill me. It's better than living there. Any things better than living there. The only reason I didn't take my own life was because I didn't want to go to hell. That's what He told me. I always thought that I was living in hell.

I kneed my necklace with my thumb. He hit me every time he saw it, yelled at me to get rid of it, ripped it off me and throw it in the trash. I would climb in and get it. He would see it the next day and it start all over again.
I heard foot steps. I dragged myself over to a pair of feet, tears falling out of my eyes like two waterfalls.

"Please, please, just kill me already. I can't do this anymore. You hate me for no reason, I've done nothing too you, so WHY DO YOU HATE ME?! WHY DON'T YOU KILL ME ALREADY?!" I roared as I looked up, expecting his angry face, the look of disgust in his eyes. I was met with something else entirely. It was a boy, about five years older than me, wearing shorts an orange shirt and blue vest, a blue and white baseball cap on his head with a pime tree on the front. His hair was chocolate brown, his eyes a light hazel, and full of concern, and surprise. I could always read emotions well. I needed to to survive with him. He kneeled down next to me.

"Are you okay?" He asked looking me over. I shook my head. "How are you going to do it?" I asked.

"What?"

"Kill me." I answered staring into his face. He looked at me completely flabbergasted.

"I'm not. Why would you ask that?" He questioned staring at me. "The man I lived with was going to kill me eventually," I replied staring at the forest floor around us. I ran here after he threw me through the window.

"Why didn't your parents do anything? Your father could have stopped him," he said taking my chin in his hand And pointing my face at his.

"He said he was my father," I told him. Surprise filled his eyes, then anger and disgust.

I knew it, I thought to myself, he hates me and is going to kill me. His hands reached towards my throat. I closed my eyes. I wanted my release to be peaceful.

Instead one of his hands wrapped around under my armpits, and the other traveled down between my bent knees. He then hosted me up princess style and began to carry me away from where he had found me. I was speechless. Was he taking me somewhere else to kill me? Somewhere secret to dump the body? No one would know who I was. He said I was born in the house, there were no records of me even being alive. He left me in the house, having me fend for myself all day. I ate the scraps of his food, never took a clean bath, or slept peacefully in a bed, just in the floor wherever he knocked me out.

I saw he was carrying me towards a house with the words mystery shack with the S on the ground. It still looked better than where I lived. We entered through the front door where a tall red head was at the register.
"Hey Di-," she began but stopped when she saw me. Was she going to hurt me beat me like that man did?

"Who's that?" she asked motioning to me.

"A friend," he said flatly walking past the girl into an employes only door behind her. She didn't follow.

He walked through the house, still carrying me. He walked up some steps, and turned right into a dark room.

This is where I'm going to die, I thought. When he flicked on the light I saw it was a bathroom. It was much cleaner and newer than the one I had. The toilet there was a bucket, and an old aluminum drum, cut down the middle for a tub. He set me down and looked me in the eyes.

"My names Dipper, what's yours?" He asked soothingly. I thought for a few seconds.

"A name is what people call you right?"

"We'll yeah I guess," he said looking up a little uncomfortable.

"Then my names Worthless pile of shit," I said tears filling my eyes. He looked stunned then pulled me into a hug. I was so surprised, that I stopped crying. No one had ever hugged me before, no one had spoke to me this long without hitting me! I sunk into his arms feeling safe for once in my life. He pulled back and laid his hands on my cheeks.

"Not anymore," he said the look of anger and disgust in his eyes. I realized then that it wasn't towards me, it was towards the man who had done this too me. I felt the same way.

He tried to pull his hands away but I place mine on top of his. The only time someone had touched my cheek, was when it was in anger and moving frighteningly fast at me. I let myself let a few tears out at the feelings I was feeling for the first time in my life. Happiness, safety, altogether.. I felt loved.

I let his hands drop. He got up and turned on the water to the tub. When it was filled and steaming, he turned towards the door to leave.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked before he had completely turned the knob. He looked at me.

"You never took a bath before?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Every time I got really dirty and started to stink, the man would fill up a cut-in-half oil drum with rain water from an old bucket throw me in and almost drown me." I said looking up at him," I would come out feeling dirtier than when I went in, he didn't even take my clothes off."
My gaze turned hopeful as I stared at him.

"Could you teach me how to take a bath Dipper?" I asked him. His face turned bright red at this.

"We-well it's not u-usual for people to bathe together," he stuttered.
I felt myself begin to break down again. I thought he would help me with everything, but he was refusing this time. I don't actually know why it was such a big deal, but I didn't care back then. I began to sink to my knees crying. He rushed over, picked me up and cradled me.

"Okay, okay," he whispered," I'll take a bath with you." His face was bright red, but I was glad he was going to help me.

I took of my shirt shoes and pants. Dipper stared at the clothes at the ground in front of me.

"Is that all you wear?" He asked trying to avoid looking at my private areas. He was a real gentlemen.

"That's all he ever gave me," I told him.

I turned and tried to get into the tub, but it was too hard for me. I felt Dipper lift me up and set me in the hot water. It was nice compared to the chilly air around us. I sat there too afraid my head would be forced under, and I wouldn't be allowed to pull my head up to breath. I felt the water move behind me. I turned around too see Dipper getting in wearing only his shorts. I didn't ask why, he was already uncomfortable enough. He reached over and grabbed a bottle, and poured the contents into his free hand, then put the bottle back.

"Wash your hair?" He asked. I nodded. I didn't know how to wash myself, just hold my breath. I turned as he lathered the wash Into my head, then started down my hair, twisting painful knots out. I looked at the water around me. It had turned a light brown.

Seven years worth of dirt and grime, I thought. I felt Dipper stop about halfway down my waist length hair. I felt him part it and inhale sharply.

"Oh my God," he whispered staring at my back. Then I remembered what was back there. I remembered it like it had happened a few seconds ago. I still do. The man came home one day Two years ago, drunker than ever. He threw me against the wall near the fire. Then an idea hit him. He reached over and grabbed a Philips screwdriver. He then placed one leg on my thighs, and another on my neck. He ripped my shirt off my back and stuck the screwdriver in the fire.

This is what you'll always be he said, as he drove the hot tool into my back. I felt the worst pain I would ever experience. It burned as he wrote every syllable, every letter into my flesh straight down my spine. I thrashed cried and begged him to stop, but he did not until he finished.

I felt Dipper trace the word burned onto my back for life.

WORTHLESS.

I shuddered and began to sob, soon it turned into a wail. I felt Dipper wrap his arms around me and cuddled me until I stopped. I looked up at him, the look having returned to his eyes with a vengens. He was cradling me his hand on my cheek. I calmed down eventually. Dipper set me down into the water. He turned me so I was facing him.

"Th-the m-m-man d-di-did it," I whimpered. He pulled me to his bare chest.

"No, a man didn't do this," he said the anger in his eyes spilling over into his words. "A monster did."

We sat there, him holding me close, me slowly calming down, to where i was just sobbing lightly. He looked down at me.

"Better?" He asked. "Better" was my reply. He smiled and turned me around to continue cleaning my hair. It took another 15 minutes for him to finish. Then I dipped my head below the water to get the suds out. He looked at me and smiled when I came back up. He reached over and grabbed a bar of soap, handed it to me and told me that I had to do my private areas. He turned to give me some privacy as I stood to put the soap on my body. When I was done I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and stared at my now clean face.

"Alright," he said lifting me out of the now draining tub. "Let's asses the damage."

He looked me over, the look becoming more and more obvious as he looked at the many scratched and bruises on my body. One on my leg was particularly nasty and had started to bleed after cleaning myself. It stung a lot.

Dipper reached up into a cabinet and pulled out a needle and string. He tried to fit the end of the thread through the eye of the needle, but was failing miserably. I rolled my eyes, grabbed it, for it through instantly, tied it, and then handed it back to him.

"Thanks," he said. He lifted my leg and inspected the cut, a few inches above my knee on the outside. I got it when I was thrown through the window. He reached over grabbed a spray and squirted it. It increased the pain, but I only blinked. That was nothing compared to what happened to me. He then took the needle and slid it through the skin, stitching it closed. After each stitch he looked at me to make sure it wasn't to bad. Every time I nodded for him to continue. When he finished and bi the string to break it off. He did a pretty good job. By then my hair had dried, and it was standing out. He stared at it. Then I remembered that, even though my hair was brown, I had blonde stars in my hair. Not like blotches, but actual five pointed stars in my hair. If you cut it to my shoulders, when it grows back the stars are the exact same size and shape.

I was scared he would get rid of me even after all he'd done.

"It's nothing, " I said, putting my hair behind me. He smiled at me.

"Don't worry," he said his hand on his forehead, "your not the only one with stars on your body." He lifted the bangs off his forehead to reveal the Big Dipper constellation. I stared at it. I was afraid I wouldn't be accepted by my gift, but this boy who had one that was easily hidden, would associate with her.

"But the ma-monster, said that my hair was a curse, that everyone would hate me as much as he did," I told Dipper. He shook his head. He walked over grabbed a tan towel from a hook marked "Dipper" and gave it to me. I wrapped it around me.

"Here," he said reaching for his vest," I've got just the thing to help explain to you why we should be happy with who we are." He pulled out a book with a six figured hand with a three in it. He flipped to a marked page and began to read.

"Dear reader, normality is a lie. What maybe normal to some is extraordinary to others. If someone makes fun of you for being different, just remember that they lie to themselves if they think what they do is normal, and that gives them a false feeling of superiority. You are extraordinary for good reason. Extraordinary people are usually the ones who do extraordinary things."

He finished and put the book down.

"Now," he said, standing up, "let's go get you some clothes." I took his hand and he lead the way towards his room in the attic.

He obviously shared it with a girl, because one side was bare, while the other was covered in posters. He walked over to the poster side of the room, and grabbed a clean pair of girls underwear, and a large nightshirt. The underwear was just small enough to hold on to me but the night shirt was too big. I gave it back to him. He looked around a bit, then he put the shirt down and gave me a small, white sweater with a shamrock on it.

"These are my sisters" he said, "she won't mind if you use it for the night."
He tucked me into the girls bed, and kissed me on the forehead.

"Good night" he said. He turned, and was walking back to his bed when i spoke.
"Avy," I said. He turned and walked back. "Hm?" He asked. I turned to look at him. "My names Avy now"

He smiled. He put his hand to his chin, like he was trying to solve the worlds greatest mystery.

"Avy. Hm, I like it. Okay, good night Avy."

"Good night Dipper."

I turned and fell asleep. But I had a nightmare that night. I imagined I was standing in a dark room, and out of the corner came a man. It was the monster. He was surrounded by a red light. The image terrified me so bad I was paralyzed. He chuckled evilly, as he slowly walked towards me. I knew nothing had changed and he was going to hurt me like he always did. But something was different. Next to me materialized Dipper, and he bathed the area in white light, driving the man back. But he was only momentarily stunned. He began to push the white light back, over powering it with his red light.

Closer and closer he moved, gaining ground on us. I regained control of my body, and yelled, insulted pushed, did anything to get Dipper away from me, but he stood his ground. Right before the monster reached us I screamed.

"Avy, Avy!?" I awoke and found my face covered in tears, Dipper staring down at me his arms on my shoulders. "Are you okay, you started to cry in your sleep and thrash, and then you screamed."

"Bad dream," I whispered. I began to tremble thinking how close Dipper had coming to get hurt on my behalf. He climbed under the covers, and wrapped his arms around me.

"Want to talk about it?"

I nodded. It hurt to talk about, but I explained the dream to him. He stared at me through it all.

"What I've gathered," he began, "is that you see your experiences as the monster, and you see me as a way to protect you but even I'm not strong enough. I think the dream means you need someone else to help you get through the traumatic events the monster gave you."I stared at him.

"You really think so? Who?" I demanded. Who is the other person who would help me with my problems? Dipper shook his head.

"I don't know, the dream could actually mean nothing," he started to get up but I snatched his hand. He looked at me and sighed.

"You want to me to sleep with you don't you?" I shook my head. He climbed back in and i snuggled up to him.

I felt his heat, heard his heart, and fell asleep to his calm breathing.
This is what it's like too be loved, I thought before slipping into a dreamless, peaceful sleep.

How do this makeyou feel. Angry? Disgusted? Delighted? Eager? If you want to hear more of Avy's story, just ask.