WARNING- MENTIONS OF DEATH, SELF HARM, SUICIDE, AND WEREWOLVES IN THIS CHAPTER! Don't say I didn't warn ya. I even wrote it in caps. I own nothing, not GF or RotG. Don't rub it in!

When Mabel and Dipper turned thirteen, they had to get different rooms. According to Stan, it was because of the "special" changes about to happen to their bodies. According to Mabel, it was because the twins didn't get along any more.

She kept the door to her room locked 24/7. It was only unlocked when she unlocked it, and she did that with her bobby pins. She usually had them in her hair, but, being so early in the morning and having forgotten to lock it when she was with Dipper, she was able to fling the door open in a fit of anger.

Jack flew back to avoid the door. "Whoa, girl." He said. "Heel. Sit- sit."

Mabel glanced at him sadly. "I'm not a dog."

"Or are you?" Jack said suspiciously. "You could be a werewolf."

The brunette glared at him playfully. "Well, now that you know my secret, I'm going to have to kill you."

"Rogue werewolf, rogue werewolf! Run for your lives!" Jack paused. "Wait, can you kill a guy that's already dead?"

"Wanna find out?"

"NO!"

Mabel chuckled. "Okay, so I think we both owe each other some explanations. My name is Mabel Pines. I know Jamie Bennett, and he told me and... Dipper," she spat out Dipper's name like poison, "about you."

She popped up off her bed. Humming her favorite Christmas carols, she skipped over to her desk and opened the drawer. After throwing around some yarn, glitter, and old boy band posters, she found her stack of letters. Mabel proceeded back to Jack and dropped them in his lap.

"These are my letters from Jamie- a total of 1,127. I've met him in person a total of five times, and, as of next summer, six." She said proudly.

"Cool- no pun, Mabel." Mabel frowned. Jack sighed wistfully. "I haven't seen Jamie in ages. How exactly did you two meet?"

"Oh, uh... councilor." She responded nervously.

"Hm? What, did you want to commit suicide or something?" Jack chuckled at his own little joke. How could such a happy girl want to do something like that?

Mabel rubbed her arm and turned away. "Yes."

Jack's face fell. He had met plenty of suicidal children, even saved a few of their lives. But Mabel Pines, the most bubbly, optimistic person he knew- suicide? Confusion took over his features. Mabel saw so from the mirror and sighed deeply.

"My parents sort of died in a car crash when I was twelve, before that, me and Dipper were tight. Inseparable. We shared a room until we were, like, thirteen. And he was pretty awesome before mom and dad died. Like, he would solve mysteries with me. We were the Mystery Twins!" Mabel giggled at the memory. "We had all sorts of adventures together. Like, we got shrunk, we switched bodies, I dated some gnomes, I kissed a merman, Dipper kissed the same merman, and a bunch more stuff I'll tell you later. Then, on our way back from Gravity Falls, a truck hit us."

She looked at the ground dejectedly. Jack stood up and wrapped his arm around her. His cold and very presence knocked her out of her daydreams.

"And mom died from impact. Dad died in the ambulance from blood loss. Dipper was in a coma for two days. I thought he was going to die and leave me all alone. I had a major concussion and a broken arm and leg and fractured skull. Dipper had two major concussions, three teeth knocked out, two broken legs, and he lost his left baby toe." She pointed to her left foot for added effect.

"Grunkle Stan, my great uncle, we went to him. He was out only living family, and he was happy to take us in after having us all summer. Well, not happy, I mean, our parents died, but... you know what I mean. Dipper tried to cheer me up for a while. For a full four months. But then it was like all at once, reality just sort of fell on him. Slapped him, punched him in the gut. We were parentless."

She shuddered at the memory. Her hands reached out for the closest thing she could get to, a stuffed animal, her grappling hook, something, anything. She met Jack's hand instead. She didn't care; it was, after all, something.

"So he ignored me. Threw me aside like a little kid would when he was done with a toy. And it hurt. Like, a lot. Then my friends, Candy and Grenada, got cool and left me for the coolest girl in town, Pacifica." Mabel growled at the names. "So I was really alone. The only person I had was my creepy stalker Gideon. My ex. Yeah... I bet you can see why we broke up. He was clingy and was taking things way to fast. Oh, wait, I'm off topic!"

"Well, the school got concerned and decided to send me to the councilor, Mr. Pennyworth. I called him Mr. P. He was pretty decent for a school councilor. And for a while, I thought I had a friend. But adults don't get kids, you know? They're all hard work and deadlines, and kids are all... all..." Mabel fumed, trying to come up with the words.

Jack offered a small smile. "Snowballs and fun times?"

"Yeah! It took me a while to realize that, though. So I let reality hit me like it did to my brother. It beat me up. And I was sick of it. I thought to myself, if life sucks this much, death has got to have something, right?"

"So, one night, I snuck out of my room. Went into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife we had. I wrote out my sort-of will on a napkin and I..."

Mabel pulled up the sleeve on her bright pink sweater. On her left arm was a large gash, which was a white scar by them. It traveled all the way from just below her shoulder down to right above her wrist. It was deep and looked visibly painful, even for years later.

"I didn't mean to, but I screamed. It hurt, Jack. Dipper came rushing to my rescue. By then, I had already lost a lot of blood. I cut myself right on the vein. I was almost dead when I got to the hospital. But I was fine after a few stitches and some awesome donors blood. They sent me back to school where they teased me."

"No one knew, not even Dipper. They called me all sorts of horrible things. Sweater Sissy. Freak. Loser. (A/N: not aloud to cuss, so just add some cuss words if you want to here.) And, the one that hurt the most- orphan. Do you know what the definition of orphan is? Someone who is alone. Someone who is parentless." Mabel felt tears grow in her eyes. "I was so tired of being alone."

"I know what you mean," Jack mumbled sincerely.

"So Mr. P decided I needed someone to talk to. He gave me the address of a little boy in the small town of Burgess, Pennsylvania, who's dad was put in a coma after a severe car accident. His name was-"

"Jamie Bennett." Jack finished for her.

Mabel smiled. "Yeah. And he wrote these amazing stories, and he gave me hope. Real, actual hope, like I actually belonged in the world, and like I was needed. And it made me feel like I could do anything!"

"After a while, Candy and Grenada came back. They said Pacifica was being a butt-face and I was a better friend. And every day I came home and would almost always have a letter from Jamie. He tried to write to Dipper, too, but Dipper was... a lost cause." Her face fell. "And that was why I was so happy today. Because I thought he was found again. And it gave me the same sort of hope Jamie gave me."

Jack frowned deeply. "Oh." He said. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Hey, it's okay." Mabel pulled the sleeve on her sweater down. "I'm good. I was found! Although now I have a question for you."

"Shoot." Jack said with a smile, pleased at her sudden mood change.

"Why are you still holding my hand?"

Aw, man, I'm screwing so badly with Mabel's life! And I feel HORRIBLE! BLARG! Tell me what to do next! i dont wanna make em kiss quite yet, and i dont want pitch to attack yet. gimme ideas, people! i need filler chapters! Review pwease. And don't worry, the story and her life and junk gets better!