A/N: Wow, you guys sure are enthusiastic. I hope I don't disappoint with this next chapter.
II. Mabel
I cut my hair the same day we fought. The day I broke off from him. The day I broke.
It didn't matter much. My hair had never meant much to me anyway, I'd always seen it as just another chore. Still, I kept it long because he liked it that way, even when I hated it. Which pretty much summed up our relationship. Always feeling strangled and trapped, smothered and spoiled rotten in the worst way.
So the moment I was done with him, I was done with the parts of me that he liked. Luckily, there wasn't much of me that he did before he changed me.
It was almost frightening how quick the change was. In just a second, my hair was a foot shorter, cut at my collar bone. It was freeing almost. I'd hoped it would keep me from worrying, but all it did was make me think of him. Still, I was one foot farther from him.
The next day my brother Dipper and I left for Oregon to visit our Great-Uncle Stan. Then I was miles away from him.
His name was Travis. Such a "nice guy" name, I know. Who ever thought you could get hurt by a guy named Travis? A guy names Travis with freckles. Not me.
We met when I was sixteen back in California after he'd transferred to our school. He was a grade older, but we were in the same math class. Whether it was because I was above average or he was below, I still don't know. All I knew was that I kept catching him staring at me during class and that led to us talking and then to him asking me to be his girlfriend. And then to me saying yes.
It was such a nice thought. Me, Mabel Pines, dating a sweet boy who had eyes for me and me alone. My parents adored Travis. I'm sure they thought he could turn water into wine or something because that's the way they treated him. Dipper never liked him, but I was over the moon and amongst the stars. Was I really going to listen to Dipper, little Dipper all the way down on earth?
I should have.
I should have listened to Dipper about a lot of things.
He was such a smart guy, really, even if he was a bit of a know-it-all, he was right.
I opened my eyes and I was back, back in my cell, lying on my creaky mattress in a small dark room.
I didn't like it. I didn't like thinking about Dipper as something of the past. Something that had an end. But he did, he had an end.
I guess I just don't want to come to terms with it.
Come to terms with what I did.
"What are we going to do with her?" I heard a muffled voice outside say. It had an almost squeaky ring to it though. Deputy Durland.
"I dunno, but at least she's staying quiet. You never know what's going on with these types," a deep voice answered. Sheriff Blubs.
Honestly, like they've ever dealt with anything in this town. I remember it was always me and Dipper handling all the dangerous stuff when we were kids. The Gravity Falls Police Station never really had serious cases where they needed cells, so they kept me in the "interrogation room" in the back of the building. The same place where that red-headed officer asked me stuff after they brought me here. I remembered that the light flickered so I haven't turned it on since that time.
Besides, I kind of liked it dark.
The only downside was that it forced me to think. Think about everything that had happened.
Especially what had happened that night.
How long ago was that? I haven't been able to keep track of time here.
August 1. That's the date of my trial. What's today then?
No. I'm not going to think about that. Not yet.
I laid back down with my hands behind my head, cradling my head like a pillow. I thought about California where Mom and Dad were probably getting the news from Grunkle Stan. They won't come to see me, I know. I thought about Grunkle Stan and what this would do to his business. The town's people already think he's crazy, now with this whole thing will probably drive him out of town. I've probably destroyed his whole life.
"The things you do can affect people, Mabel, so you better grow up and stop acting so selfishly." That's what Mom said to me on the way to school once, but that was only because I woke up late and cost her an appointment with a customer. What could she possibly say to me now?
What have I done?
You know, I read once that the state of Oregon has only executed two people since 1963. I wonder if they can afford a third.
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