Three weeks later -
I've been sitting forever, I wish I had some sort of pillow or blanket...
My hand falls to the small of my back, it's been slowly getting more sensitive and aching, it hurts to touch it...
I pull my shirt up to reveal a growing bruise.
Is that seriously a bed sore??? Like hospital patients get? No this must be fake... but it hurts like a real bruise.
I pull my shirt down, embarrassed with my weak body, I haven't been eating or drinking enough, if I could stand, I would. I wonder what I look like? If Mabel saw me right now, hah...
An involuntary tear came to my eye, it rolled down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away, I can't risk Bill see me crying again... He's so... cruel. That's the only word I can think of to describe him.
"Aw Pinetree... Are you crying again? Do you want your family?... *sigh* What will I do with a pathetic piece of shit like you? Maybe I can give you something to really cry about, make your white, soft skin turn into blood soaked bones. Sounds fun right?"
That was only yesterday... His words are biting, echoing in my mind, what else am I able to think about? He was so close to me, his hot breath...
"You think you're so clever kid. But look what happens when you're "clever". You end up using your mind for stupid shit that can't make you any stronger. It's funny how dumb you are, I laugh when I see you crying, callling out for your fucking mommy, you thought I didnt see that?... I see everything Dipper, you seem to forget..."
I'm shaking, why am I shaking? I'm so fucking scared right now just from the anxiety of him coming here again. It's like he wants to degrade me everyday until I try to kill myself or something...
I lay down, closing my eyes.
What if I could die right now?
A pair of arms sweeped me off he ground as if my thought was a cue.
ITS BILL, ITS FUCKING BILL PLEASE NO! Just kill me please just kill me!
I'm thrashing around in his arms as he holds my back to his chest, screaming, kicking, crying. Anything to get this demon away from me!
He stands still as I throw a tantrum, seemingly calm in my hectic rage. He's waiting for me to tire myself out, there's no point in fighting...
I stop fighting and hang my head.
There's no point in stopping this, I'm weak, I'm stupid, I'm pathetic... Bill's right about me, I'm useless... I should give up...
My body went limp, I have this place in my mind I've been going to recently, and it puts me in these weird moods. It feels like I go numb, I can't feel anything anymore...
Why won't the bastard just kill me?
Bill lays me down on the cold ground, my body still limp, I didn't want to fight back this time... I think I give up...
He moves my head to his lap once again, he hasn't said a word since he's appeared, usually he's being saying nasty comments about me, pushing buttons i didn't know I had.
A gentle hand rests on my head, and starts to brush through my curls, it's so... relaxing?
Why the hell am I so calm with Bill right next to me? I should be terrified... This must be one of his tricks! He's going to calm me down and when I least expect it-
My thoughts where interrupted by the sound of sliding on concrete. Bill had slid a plate in front of me.
... A cupcake?
"You've been good Pinetree... every dog deserves a bone, so here's the metaphorical bone... It smells revolting, you humans are more fucked than me to put this in your bodies."
I can tell he's holding his tongue, he despises humans, that was too quick of a rant...Is he trying to be nice?
I was lost in my thoughts, confused and staring at the small cake with pink icing.
Pink... Mabel loves pink...wait a minute.
"What are you going to do with me Cipher, is this some sick poison that'll make me writhe in pain for days? It sounds like something you would do-"
Bills hand slaps me and covers my mouth.
"I didnt ask for debate. Eat the damned cupcake kid."
