I was in the cold place again.
I hate this place, it smells like Grunkle Stan's car, except Mable's unicorn air-freshner isn't layering on the smell of mothball's and gasoline. The cold concrete floor was giving my skin goosebumps, so I curled in a ball out of instinct; to keep some warmth.
I still can't believe I tried to escape again, what got into me? How could I think I would get away that time.
Newsflash, I didn't
I felt so smart, like I knew all of his tricks. I thought he wouldn't reach me in time, like I could actually beat him. I'm an idiot.
Something cold dripped on my forehead, probably water from this dank basement. It rolled down my face and landed on the ground. I didn't open my eyes or try to wipe it away, I didn't feel like moving.
Maybe if I kept my eyes closed and just laid here, just maybe Bill would leave me alone for a day. Just a day, please.
Another drip, two more actually, I let them fall
The water feels thick, I noticed it rolled slowly, the cold stung as it fell.
I curled tighter, seeming to become warmer as I tucked my chin into my knees. A lot warmer actually, the floor below me heated up, it almost felt soft.
Am I finally dying?
The thought shook me, why would I think that? I have to keep going, what if I get saved? There's no chance in hell that I'm escaping anytime soon, so I might as well wait. I haven't been gone that long…
Wait, what did Bill say? I'd ask how long? That doesn't even make any sense… I asked if they could see me, not if they were looking for me.
Which obviously they were, I mean its been a week or two so everyone must be worried by now. I went to the woods in the morning, I told Mable and Grunkle I'd be back around dinner, they told me we were having waffles for dinner haha…
Another drip ran across my lips this time, I licked them to get the liquid off.
Oh my god what is that??
That wasn't water oh my god thats not water… It was salty, metallic, what was that?
I feel my eyebrows furrow as the taste stays in the mouth, it tastes like blood. Like when you bite your tongue too hard and the flavor fills your mouth… Why is blood dripping on me?
Bill, he must be doing this to me, It must be a mind trick, how could blood be dripping on me? Thats stupid, just keep calm and it'll go away. Pretend your asleep
Don't move Dipper
The drip became more steady, like someone slowly pouring it out of a cup. Some fell into my mouth and the taste bit at my tongue,
Its just a trick Dipper, it's all in your head, remain calm, don't freak out
The warmth on the floor is getting hotter, a little uncomfortable, it feels like a hot driveway. He must be nearby, this is one of the signs.
I've been forcing to keep my eyes shut, if he's near I don't want him to think I'm awake, that I'm even alive. A dread keeps filling the pit of my stomach and the ground beings to feel like a hot stove, the dripping soon starts moving across my body, probably waiting for me to twitch or make a movement to show that I'm conscience.
Please make this stop, please...
And it did. It all stopped. As if someone snapped their fingers and I woke up from some nightmare. But I've been awake this whole time… right?
No, no I've been awake, I'm getting in my own head, this is what he wants.
"Aw are you thinking about me Pinetree? You know, you're awful at pretending your asleep."
Fuck
