I'm back with a new chapter for you guys. It deals with more of a mental conflict between Dipper and his mind. Hope you enjoy this...
Dipper heard the sound of his friends and family calling after him, and decided to run. He ran as fast as he could, until the sound became so faint that he assumed they just stopped. Once he finally slowed down, his lungs burned and he was out of breath. Sweat rolled down his forehead as he sat down on a fallen tree. The teen waited, taking deep breaths as he all but gasped for air. He took off his hat and wiped away some sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, only to feel a harsh sting in his hand. He pulled away, looking at his knuckles and remembering the cuts. He grit his teeth at the pain, eyeing he swollen knuckles that were still slightly bleeding.
The boy ripped one of his sleeves off and wrapped it around the injury, hoping the bleeding would stop. Once he had caught his breath, Dipper stood up and started walking in the same direction. He continued walking, not stopping until it was late and the sun had already gone down. The teen crawled into a hollowed part of a tree and rested.
"oh man Dipper! You don't know how long I've been waiting to do this!" Robbie shouted, picking Dipper up off the ground by his collar. The older teen lifted his arm up and balled his fist. A punch was thrust at his face, colliding with his nose. On impact the blood seemed to gush from his nostrils. Robbie continued to punch him, harder and harder. Dipper looked for an escape, any escape. Instead, he found Wendy, laughing at him. Tears formed in her eyes from her gut busting laughter that seemed to never end.
"Robbie!" He shouted, bolting up right in the tree. His head collided with the wood, and he realized it was a dream. Dipper was sweating, and his breathing was heavy and unsteady. He gripped at his shirt, trying to cool himself down, but to no avail. He continued to sweat, scared of what might happen if Robbie does ever find him. "God! Why? Why am I so weak?" He pleaded, looking up at the sky. For the first time since he had entered Gravity Falls, he actually noticed how beautiful the sky was. Stars that he had never noticed dotted the sky. It was like a billion twinkling lights that he couldn't take his eyes off of. Dipper starred at them until he eventually nodded off again.
in the morning, he awoke to the sound of birds chirping. A sound that was usually replaced by Mabel singing along to some pop song. He stretched, feeling the refreshing feeling of his back cracking. Dipper stood, rubbing the grogginess out of his eyes, and gathered his things. Once he had gotten his stuff, he headed in the same direction as he had been walking the day before. He didn't know exactly how to get to the place he was going. But it would be pretty hard to miss when he saw it, so he was hoping he would just "stumble" upon it as he kept walking. Dipper's legs began to itch from the dried blood from cuts he'd sustained from thorns. It was hurting like mad, and no matter how hard he scratched, the itching wouldn't go away.
About two hours of walking later, he came across a small river bank. The teen sat upon one of the rocks and took off his socks and shoes before dipping his feet in the cool water. He splashed water up on the cuts. The blood seemed to melt away with each splash, and so did the pain. After washing off his hands, he cupped them, and filled them with water. The boy brought his shaking hands to his lips and took a sip. It tasted dirty, but he hadn't had anything to drink in a while now, and he was desperately thirsty. He splashed water over his face to clean it off. When Dipper looked up, he noticed that a deer had walked up to the other side of the river. It was quietly drinking the water, it's nose just barely touching it. The teen smiled as he admired the beautiful creature. Suddenly, it's head shot up and it looked off in the distance. It took off running, just in time to miss a giant rock from crashing into it. Dipper was shocked and looked in the direction that it had come from. The rock had broken through branches and had made an opening for him to see a familiar mountain. His face twisted into a giant smile as he saw his destination.
Dipper stood up, grabbing his shoes and socks, and ran off in the direction of the mountain, ignoring the pain of running through the forest barefoot.
There you guys go, the newest chapter. I hate how they are short, I promise that I'm gonna work on it