Short.

- Mabel's POV -

October 10th-

That argument yesterday is still lingering in my mind. I told him not to go into the jungle because I want to monitor him. I don't think he will. It's a good thing that both of our grunkles weren't there at the time or else we'll be questioned like dogs.

I know it's been a while since I visited the jungle, but... just hearing rumors that people disappear into the jungle makes me afraid. And even seeing my brother go into it, even with his current condition, I don't want to lose him.

He may not see it my way, but this is for his own good.

Okay... today's Recovery Day 2

Dipper attempted to avoid breakfast again. Don't worry, I got on to him about it, although he seemed cold to the touch that morning. Not dead, just... mean and empty. Grunkle Ford mentioned that he will experience some side effects here and there, so I guess he's having some at the moment. He was really strange on October 9th when taking his medicine for the first time. Saying as he feels like throwing up but doesn't have the urge to do so. Such confusing words... I'll mark the side effects normal for now.

During lunch, I tried to get Dipper engaged with the conversation, but he seemed to be less interested in it. Almost as if he lost his interest in us. I don't like those side effects, it's changing him... but at least it makes him stop doing those harmful decisions. So I guess the medicine is doing its job.

Also, Percy attempted to join the table. Alex wasn't ready to accept him back as he told him off. I wonder how long this punishment of his will last. He seemed to be desperate to come over. Another side note, Kahlil wasn't at the table. He also didn't show up for the rest of the week. I'm sure he's going to school... I don't know why he's not showing up at our table.

After school, all Dipper did was just eat and sleep, not really doing what interested him the most. So, this side effect was different from October 9th.

October 11th-

Recovery Day 3

This morning was a mess. Me and Grunkle Stan got on Dipper for lying about taking his meds. He didn't even take them, which angered me. It's good for his mental health. Why would he reject them? I shrugged before writing more information.

Since I wasn't able to see my brother during school, I sneaked off after school and hunted down his teachers. I looked at his school schedule beforehand, so I know whhere I'm going. Every teacher replied: Saying that he did well, except for one. This teacher mentions him not looking so good, as if he needed to go home or something. He never seems to ask. Probably keeping in whatever was bothering him. Luckily, it didn't travel over after school released us. I checked on him when I got home. After I did, I went out and did my fun things.

When I settled in my bed around 6 PM, I remember that slight argument that day. It went like this:

``I want to go out into the jungle.`` I looked up from my phone and over to Dipper, who was covering his mouth.

``Excuse me? You know it's a no.`` I said, glaring at him.

``So am I supposed to stay in here forever?`` He asked.

``Well, you could walk with me and hang with friends and such.`` I said.

``What if I don't want to?`` He asked again with his empty tone.

``Well then, that's your fault. The jungle isn't an option and you not taking the suggestion I mentioned a second ago is your fault.`` I said, not realizing what I said just now.

``Why does it sound like you want me to suffer even more?`` He asked.

``I don't, it's just that I want this "depression" to pass so I can allow you to go back into the jungle.`` I said.

``...You don't care.`` He said as he turned away and lay back down.

``I do care!`` I shouted.

``No you don't.`` He said to me before covering his head.

I grunted in the present, glaring down at the journal. I do care about my brother, and what I said was the truth. I just want it to pass so I don't have to do this to him. It pains me, but it's the right thing to do.

October 12th-

Recovery Day 4.

Nothing happened this morning, just the way I like it. Except for the grunts and grumbles, but nothing serious. This is good news! That means this recovery plan is working!

If only it could have lasted throughout the day. During lunch, he gave the same behavior on October 10th. It bothered me so much that I accidentally called him a slob. I got angry and... I didn't apologize... I guess all this work is stressing the hell out of me. At least no one watched when I called him that. He didn't seem to flinch at the insult at all. So, I guess I'm in the good.

I was met with questions from Alex about Dipper. I kept mentioning: "Don't worry about him," "He's fine," "He's good. He just doesn't want to talk." It got annoying for a bit, but that irritation soon died down.

October 13th-

Recovery Day 5

After school, I took Dipper out of the house. I tried yesterday, on October 12th, but it didn't work. He was being lazy, and it annoyed me to the core once again. I swear he needs to stop acting this way. Now today, he mentions to me he had a bad day, so that was my cue to help him get a better day. He was still grumbly as ever, but it soon cleared up once we came across interesting activities. I saw him smiling once as I did too.

At least this plan is working. I guess everything is going back to normal soon.

October 14th-

Recovery Day 6...

I'm not even happy at this point. Today was horrible; Dipper tried to lie his way out of taking his meds again. Fortunately, it didn't work, but he was having a child fit rather than being mature. This is so unlike him, and I hate seeing that. And then I heard later in the day, he was having a panic attack. I'm thinking he's doing all of this for attention. The school staff calmed him down, but he went home earlier.

I got home, but that's only after I got to spend time with my boyfriend. As usual, I checked on my brother to make sure he wasn't doing anything dangerous. And it made my day even worse. I got into another argument with him about not cutting himself again. And this time around, our grunkles came in and split us apart. Grunkle Ford told me off as his taunt offended me. I don't care what he thinks, what Dipper did was stupid.

I swear, this weekend can't get even worse than this.

October 15th-

Recovery Day 7

Everything was quiet today. Too quiet. Maybe because we don't have school today. But it felt like it was normal again. Although not as normal as my brother over there. He seems to lose himself quite a lot throughout the day. However, he became alive once a few friends came over and chatted with us.

I feel like he's pretending to be "normal" just to get me off of this goal. I will not give up until he is happy again.

October 16th-

Recovery Day 8

Same as yesterday. I think everything is going well so far. But I keep jinxing it every single time.

October 17th-

Recovery Day 9

The days in this journal are getting shorter and shorter, and I don't like it one bit.

Dipper almost had another break down this morning, telling us he didn't want to go to school, or he didn't want to be here anymore. It's annoying how he keeps acting this way. It was fine yesterday and just seeing this makes me think... either something is happening at school or he's doing this for attention again.

Dang, I wish I could just know what he is thinking in that brain of his so I can stop making assumptions about my brother. After school, it was back to normal. Just like on October 15th. So, I can thank the medication for that.

October 18th-

Recovery Day 10

I think the medication did its course. It took like ten days, so I think it's all fixed! He didn't have another break down again this morning, and he acted like himself. Even during lunchtime, he was kind of talking with the others! I'm happy that I made some progress with my brother. I will put more info in my diary if anything pops up.

I can already tell this is going to be great!

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End of Chapter 31