Mabel's P.O.V

I was so nervous. Here we are, arriving at the mystery shack. I know Dipper hasn't forgotten about letting him see my arm because he's been keeping a close eye on me. We then go inside. Dipper asks to see, and I say after I use the bathroom.

I get into the bathroom and open the cabinet. Thank goodness my makeup bag was in here. I hurried up and got the foundation, concealer, and contour out. I started with foundation, going over it with concealer. I chose my right arm because Dipper didn't know which one the twig hit and my right arm had less cuts.

I finish and it looks pretty good to me. For five minutes in the bathroom, I sure made good use of my time. Unless you know where each cut is, you can't see it. I'm pretty proud of myself as I realize this might work. I proceed to make a tiny cut on my arm to make it look like thats where the twig hit.

I get out and go to my room, where Dipper was. I could tell he was waiting for me, because he was staring at the door waiting for me to come in.

He says, "Okay let's see it."

"Like I said it's not that big of a deal, but okay," I replied.

I lift up my sleeve, and it doesn't look bad. Just a tiny scrape that I made. He scans my whole arm though, and finds nothing unusual. I inwardly sigh, because I know he thinks I was telling the truth.

Many people think twins have that sixth sense to detect if the other is lying. I'm not sure if it totally is true, but right now I'd believe it. Dipper eyed me suspiciously, somewhat knowing I was hiding something. The thought of Dipper finding out scared me severely. I don't know what would become of me if he found out. That's why he can't.

I guess he somewhat eventually buys it, as he says, "I'm gonna watch the new episode of Duck-tective. Meet me down in 15 minutes?"

At this point, saying no would kinda make me look like I was asking for suspicion. So I replied, "Sure. I'm gonna change out of this sweater, there's some tiny twigs in here that are scratching me."

He says okay, and goes downstairs. I was off the makeup, because I don't think its a good thing to cover up cuts with makeup. Anyways after that I lay down on my bed. 10 minutes more of alone time. 10 minutes of me sulking in my guilt.

I then got off my bed and lifted the sheet covering underneath it. I take out my small box and take out the blade.

You can do one cut. You can wash it off in 5 minutes. Dipper wouldn't suspect a thing.

I take the blade and push it into my right arm this time, because my left was pretty covered up with cuts. I'd cut one arm for about a week until I ran out of spots. Id then cut the other while the others somewhat healed. Sometimes it was better to cut into already cut parts, as the pain would be twice as bad. In my case, the more pain, the better.

I felt like I was somewhat drifting from reality though. Like there was so much pain in my life, that I was starting to become numb to the cutting. I didn't feel nearly as much pain cutting into my arm. With dissatisfaction, I cut more, hoping to get more pain. Still numb.

I lift up the sleeve to my left arm and cut into a scab. Pain surged through my body. If cutting didn't make me feel pain, I would take an eraser and rub it against myself super hard, until my skin was red and kinda bleeding. That was pain that didn't come immediately, but eventually. I was still cutting, when I heard footsteps.

Coming upstairs...

My heart raced as I realized they were Dippers. I started to recognize whose footsteps were whose, because I had to hide so many times. They'd come in my room, and I'd see who it was. So these light footsteps couldn't be Grunkle Ford or Stan. Wendy and Soos weren't here. That meant the one person I especially didn't want to know about my cutting was most likely about to find out.

I had no time of hiding the blades AND covering my cuts. All I could do was shove the blades back in the box, and throw it under my bed. Dipper was talking, and his voice was getting louder, because he was getting closer. I then yanked my sleeves down my arms, praying Dipper wouldn't find out.

Dipper's P.O.V

So the good news is Mabel's arm is okay. We're about to watch Duck-tective. I was in the kitchen making popcorn. My chest and back area were getting itchy. I realized there were little twigs in my shirt, scraping me. Not painful scraped, just poking scrapes. I decided to get a new shirt quickly.

I went upstairs. It had been about 10 minutes since I saw Mabel's arm. That meant 5 minutes left. I began walking up the stairs, when I heard a sudden movement. So fast, as if there were something Mabel were doing, or something she was hiding from me.

"Mabel? You okay?" I ask.

No response.

I go up and into the room. She seems fine. Shes kinda shocked looking, as if I had just entered the lady's restroom.

"I need a new shirt. Duck-tective is ready."

"I'll be down soon," she said with a shaky reply.

"You've been acting weird since Weirdmageddon. You okay?" I ask

"Y-yeah." She stuttered.

"What's wrong Mabel?" I ask again.

"Dipper I said nothing," she says again.

I notice something seeping through the sleeve of her sweater. It's red... what would be re-...

"Mabel, you're arm's bleeding." I say

She turns as white as a ghost. What is going on? Since when have we hidden secrets from each other?

"Yeah, the spot where the twig cut my tor open, I'm fine I'll wash it off now."

"Mabel, show me your arm," I insist.

"No," she says

"Sorry Mabes, there's no way out for you this time. Show me your arm." I say.

She has a defeated look. She knows I won't stop until I see. Our eyes lock. I see many emotions as I feel like I'm staring into her soul. She's hurt, tired, in pain, but what shows most, is the fear in her eyes.

Slowly, she moves her arm to the end of her sleeve. She slowly begins to lift the sleeve. I start to see a little bit of blood trickle down her arm. At this point, I definitely know she's hiding something from me. There's no way a twig could have done this.

She finally lifts her whole sleeve up. My eyes widen. Of all the things I was preparing myself to see, this was not on my list.