Chapter 23:The Beginning Of The End

~Y/n pov~

I stared at Ford in confusion.
"What do you mean-" I started,but then my eyes fell upon the catastrophe of a floor.
Glass shards lying all over the floor... and ...not to mention...the slightly more pressing matter...of an entire cache of sharp edge cutting knives that lay surrounding Ford's feet like armed guards .
Ford, full of confusion, cocked an eyebrow, looked me up and down , then slowly lowered the deadly blade that he was armed with.

Ford sighed,"You really don't know , do you?"
"Know what?" I asked.
Is he talking about the green lighting?
Did Dipper and Mabel finally remember what happened?
"Exactly", Ford replied.
Sighing in frustrated resignation.
"I have no Idea either,we will figure this all out in time ,I just need to do some further research.
Go downstairs to Dipper and Mabel and remember even though Bill can not read your mind anymore-".
"Wait...Bill can't read my mind anymore?"
Ford picked up a metal looking helmet .
"No you see I used this device to encrypt your thoughts ,I have already used it on Stan ,Dipper and Mabel and it really is a genius device-" Ford started rambling on about his invention , to the point of when I zoned out.
Then I realised "Wait what about you?"
"Oh I had a metal plate installed in my head." Ford then tapped his head 3 times.

Clunk...clunk...clunk

Ford must have seen my look of absolute horror because his look of pride quickly changed to concern.
"Oh don't worry it was painful at the time but now I barely feel a thing ,I do hear a slight ringing in my ear from time to time but better safe than sorry,I'm glad I found a painless method of doing it though" he said tapping the helmet in his hands.
Clang.
"I am going to review the footage and then we can figure this whole mess out, go hang out with Dipper and Mabel and I will find you when I have more information to report"
"Okay awesome, thanks"I said and as I was about to leave I thought that maybe I should tell him about the lightning.

I mean what's the harm?

I clearly needed help with finding answers.

I told him then left to find Dipper and Mabel.

They asked a ton of questions about my "date" and then we fell asleep ,but all of their questions just blurred together and I couldn't remember most of them

After are bigger things to worry about...like what if I am sleeping and my lightning fingers decide to randomly french-fry them.

Imagine waking up to the smell of bacon ,only to realise it's your dead best friends.

I thought it best to not tell them about Bill and that whole situation.

Needless to say ,I didn't sleep well that night .

I fought the urge to sleep for so long due to my uncontrollable fearsbut eventually the calm tide of the treacherous waters of sleep overtook me.

I had vivid nightmares that night.

I was staring at myself in the mirror,smiling.

but something seemed...off.
I moved my left arm ,the mirrored image reciprocated by moving theirs.

I crinkled my nose , the mirror copied.

What was off?

I mean after all it was just a mirror right?

I tried to smile wider, when I realised to my absolute shock and horror that I was never smiling in the first place.

I tried moving my mouth around but there was no change.

I put my hand on my hip ,the mirror placed it perfectly.

I stomped the ground ,the mirror did the same.
Why were my lips the only thing that wasn't changing?

Was this one of those trick mirrors that you get at carnivals and fairs?

Was...was that still me?
I felt myself grimace but all I saw was this creepy ,eery smile on my face.

This wasn't a warm,comforting smile but more of a cold,vindictive ,calculating...psychotic-

Suddenly ,with an ear-shattering war cry worthy of the fury of a thousand suns,the mirror version of myself screamed.

Then without warning or hesitation,with a grip like iron and as cold as death ,the mirrored hands burst through the mirror grabbing my throat,squeezing,chocking,constricting my airways.

My hands immediately flew to the hands around my throat ,trying to pry myself away from their deathly icy grip...but alas to no avail.

This is it.

This is how I end.

I grabbed their arms ,staring straight forward at my assailant,their smile now turned into a snarl,their eyes cold and unblinking,staring into my soul.

Honestly I'm sick of this.

How many times have I thought that I was going to die since I arrived in this town?

How many times is it going to take?

All for trying to help a man ,who my mother claimed, was my father.

I don't need a father.

I survived on my own before him , in fact ,life was better then.

As my vision started to blur,I could feel the warm darkness starting to engross me urging me to surrender to the sickly sweet release of death.

I felt anger surging within in me ,bubbling ,boiling up to the surface.

This isn't fair.

Where is my happy ending?

My life has been one big mess since I even learned about my dad.

It's almost as if someone is sitting behind a screen ,trying to play God ,writing one tragedy after another.

Well you know what I don't accept that ending!

I'm done playing by your rules.

I raised my arm towards the mirrored face that resembled my own.

I launched my hand towards the eyeballs of my opponent,my vision blurry,the need to breathe imminent , practically at the grim-reapers doorstep,ready to gauge their eyes out.

Before my fingers could make contact ...she dissolved into black smoke.

I fell forward,gasping for air.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

I sat there for a few moments,panting and catching my breath when I heard a sound behind me.

Cackling...in my voice.

She's still here.

I turned and quickly stood up.

She moved forwards left ,I moved backwards right.

Without realizing it ,I had begun to mirror her.

It was almost as if we were in a trance,not taking our eyes of each other.

Just going round and round ,circling each other.

She then gave a hearty throat chuckle before she spoke.

"This isn't real."

"What?"

She gave a villainous cackle.

"This isn't real," she repeated before dissolving once again into smoke.

"Wha-AAAAAAAAAH!'' ,I screamed, as she reappeared then went straight through me like a ghost with a force so strong that it knocked me over.

When I stood back up,she was gone.

I was on high alert...my ears pricked for the slightest of

singular minute of paranoia turned into two,which then turned into five.

Nothing.

I walked forward and I hit my head on something.

I looked up.

There's nothing there.

I walked forward again .

"Ow" I said,after I hit my head on something the second time.

Was it invisible or something?

I tried to moving two steps to the left before I banged my head on something again.

Is this Bill playing a trick on me?

Did Project Mentem not work?

Alright that's it.

I've had enough.

I put my arms out in front of me and felt something tall and flat,it appeared to be almost as thin as a piece of paper but harder.

This is getting me nowhere.

I raised both my fists and slammed them hard in front of me,hitting the invisible object...

Once my fists made impact ,it wobbled.

Then I realized with pulse dropping horror.

I was trapped in a mirror.

"Someone get me out of here!"

I started hitting the mirror vigorously.

"I'm in here!"

I delivered one last pulsating blow and then heard the mirror shatter.

I woke up drenched in sweat.

Mabel and Dipper were still asleep.

I took in my surroundings.

It was just a nightmare.

My breathing was so rapid in pace that you would have thought that I ran a marathon.

I stayed in that position for about thirty seconds trying to regain control of my breathing.

Just a nightmare...right...just a nightmare.

I went into the bathroom and splashed water on my face to try and gain back a sense of reality...for the sake of my dwindling sanity.

As soon as the cooling water touched my face I felt refreshed and felt what was left of my common sense come jarringly back to me...that didn't last long though because as soon as I looked up, I saw my real reflection in the bathroom mirror which made me almost slip and hit my head on the basin sink.

That's it!

I AM DONE.

I picked up the mirror off the wall , then carrying it under my arms,climbed down from the attic,walked past the living room,picked up the keys that were lying on a nearby coffee table and unlocked the door.

Nope.

Enough is enough.

I am done.

I walked outside ,and thrust the mirror downwards with all my might.

It hit the ground shattering into hundreds of tiny glass shards.

I looked up to the heavens and screamed "That was just lazy writing!"

Then walked back inside slamming the door.

It was a miracle that nobody woke up.

Honestly this is just draining,it is one thing after another.

I then walked all the way back to my bed and fell asleep.

The next day I awoke with conviction and realized that I am tired of sitting on the side-lines.
It's time for answers and I am going to get them.
That ladies and gentlemen is how I ended up on a Saturday morning, in the woods equipped with Dippers Journal (which I stole) and Mabel.
I was getting answers and I wasn't going to wait to get them anymore.