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The world around Mabel resembled an infinite horizon of her least favorite sharpie color: black. While the sun had set moments ago, the sky had taken its cue to deprive the world of any source of light. Even the stars that usually shone brightly in the night were intercepted by trees and raining storm clouds. I guess the universe didn't take note that I was running away today, Mabel thought to herself. She was blind, holding her hands outwards in hopes of not bumping into trees. Every few minutes she'd trip over a tree root and have her body submerged in a tea colored puddle, relying on luck to make sure she hadn't dropped any of her necessities. It was an endless cycle of tears, falling, and torturous thoughts.

Mabel had thought she had left the shack prepared with everything, as prepared as one could get when spontaneously climbing out a window and running away after accidentally killing the one you love most in the world. But a few sweaters, a grappling hook, and her scrapbook that she clung under her wing wouldn't help her. The key reason they accompanied her was because she still wanted key pieces of herself with her, especially after what had happened

However, it was the journals that ranked most important in Mabel's head. Dipper cared for this book more than anything. Mabel felt sometimes he cared even more for this ripped burgundy book than he cared for her. She could never leave it behind, no one could ever get their hands on it or Dipper would never forgive her.

Wandering the woods in pitch black darkness would've been hard enough, but of course the sky decided at this moment to send waterfalls onto the town from the heavens, leaving Mabel soaked. Mabel's light bulb sweater hardly penetrated the midnight darkness, just shed a small spotlight on the sprinkling not even inches away from her. She had held it over her arm, facing her front in hopes of acting as a flashlight, but while being proven as useless she couldn't put it down. It illuminated an egg-yolk shade of yellow, taking after the terrifying cat eyes Dipper's body had adopted after Bill, seducing her into an even deeper trance of trauma.

The last state she saw her brother in elbowed through her already crowded head of thoughts, his yellow eyes laughing at her as he pressed his knee into Mabel's throat until she saw nothing but red. Shuddering, Mabel dropped her light bulb sweater as tears swam down her numb cheeks. Navigating was now a matter of faith.

"Maybe I should go back," her quivering voice whispered to the frigid rain, "Stan runs from the law all the time. He'd cover for me, I know he will!" Her drenched hair, resembling the noodles she tried to stick in her nose last week, and stuck to her red blotchy face.

No, she couldn't face them, not after what she did.

"He'll never forgive me," her optimistic outlook dimming. Mabel felt like a crazy person, talking to the trees in the middle of the forest. For the first time she had something in common with Old Man McGucket.

"Maybe he can adopt me," Mabel meant to be facetious in that thought, but saying those words out loud just made her stomach drop. She was desperate, but still...ew.

You're going to end up just like him, murderer, As the rain began to fall, the woodsy dirt path quickly became a deepening pool of mud, soaking Mabel's thin socks and giving her feet an uncomfortable numb sensation. Mabel vicious thoughts inundated her head like the rain water that inundated her shoes. Still, walking in a rainstorm was largely preferable to seeing her brother's...

Did you ever dislike me when I teased you? Mabel wondered, visualizing her brother chewing his pen and diving deep into his journal. A wave of guilt washed over her as she recalled all the times she'd bother him and make fun of him. Brushing wet hair out of her face, she tried to change her mindset, but she had dived in too deep.

Were you ever tired of me? Mabel small whimpers became waterworks. She tried to hold it in until the rest of her trip, but when one sob came out it was like an avalanche, so she began to think about all the memories she had with Dipper and fed it and fed it until her frame shivered and she gasped between sobs.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice muffled by the violent slammer of the deafening rain. She began increasing the pep in her step like she was trying to run away from something. Mabel felt out of body, like her figure was just on autopilot, but her soul was just helplessly floating above. She wondered if Dipper was experiencing the same, literally. She wasn't raised on religion, both her parents were atheists that didn't care what they believed it, but hoped that his true self still lingered.

"He shouldn't have been killed, you should've. For the first time Bill was right!"

Sniffling and whimpering, she began to run. Raindrops slapped her in the face, her drenched clothes and belongs weighed her down. Her calves burned like she was running in the sand with a tire.

"As if you haven't ruined Dipper's life enough!" Mabel wheezed between breaths. The trees seemed to disappear, Mabel no longer felt herself smashing into them every few moments. Her caution had vanished, and was no sprinting. She didn't care what she bumped into or what she fell off of. She even hoped bumping into something had enough impact to kill her.

"He was only twelve. He had so much room to change the world. And now we'll never know because of you!"

She sprinted, her lungs tightening as the dirt path became long wet grass that tickled her ankles. Before Mabel got a chance to notice the change in scenery, Mabel placed one foot in front of the other to keep running as she usually did. Only this time her foot didn't meet the ground. It felt like she missed a step on the way down the stairs, only the step was the size of a cliff.

The ground disappeared and Mabel found herself falling.

Mabel screamed, clawing at the air with her free hand as she tightly held on to her few belongs in her other. She repeatedly kicked her legs out like a toddler having a tantrum, her cries leaving her throat dry. Mabel could feel her tears shooting upwards, her body falling too fast for them to keep up.

This is it, she thought, silencing herself.

Death.

Any moment now the ground will slam into her, the impact knocking the life out of her. The universe's punishment. After falling for over ten seconds, the fear evaporated from her body and became relief. In Mabel's mind, death became an escape. Mabel tried her best to readjust her position in mid-air, attempting to land head first for certainty she'd die. She thought she'd have to walk for months, before getting caught and being called a murderer. This way, she wouldn't have to live with this burden.

She wouldn't have to live at all.

Mabel tried to review where she had ventured off to, although it was impossible to imagine where she had gone in the midnight rain. For all she knew, she could've be walking in circles.

After minutes of falling, she finally jumped to a conclusion as to where she was:

Bottomless Pit.

Mabel groaned, her hopes of death disappearing. She'll just come back in twenty-one minutes...

Wait...

Mabel recalled a section in Dipper's Journal, that said there was no way of knowing whether or not you'd come out the other end, or stay in an infinite loop forever. Mabel smiled, staying in the loop forever would be the perfect escape. No one would ever find her, she'd just be gone.

She knew Bill would be waiting to target her next, having the journal and all. All she had to do was wait...

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