Chapter 7 | °\Day 2/° |

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A L E X A N D E R  POV:

"Dinner is ready!" I heard miss Pines call.

"Coming!" I yelled. Soon I was down stairs.

"Miss Pines, your cooking is delicious!" I said while munching on my food.

"Oh please, just call me aunt Mary or just auntie. And do the same for James." Miss Pines smiled- or aunt Mary smiled.

"Okay aunt Mary!" I said. I don't understand how Dipper could be in bad terms with those people, they are amazing!

Sure, Mr Pines could be a little intimate but he is cool when you get used to him.

D I ¶ ¶ E R   POV:

Darkness. Darkness was everything I could see. Or do I even have my eyes open right now?

There is no difference between when my eyes are open and closed. Am I asleep? This doesn't feel like sleep.

I am hungry. I am so, so hungry.

That is the only thing I can feel right now. There is some kind of liquid on my arm. No wait, that is blood.

"Dinner is ready!" I heard mother shout from upstairs.

So I am awake.

How much time have I been here? Did I fall asleep at some point? I can't remember... My head hurts.

Can I get up? I don't feel particular pain in my legs so maybe I can.

I tried slowly standing up and, surprisingly, I could stand.

So mother did leave my legs be.

I started walking around the small room and tripped over something.

I laid my hand on it and it was the mattress. The damn fucking mattress.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid, STUPID! I started kicking the mattress.

After some time I was full on screaming and kicking the poor mattress.

This isn't the first time something like this has happened.

Sometimes, after a beating or a day of being bullied at school I would flash with rage and start punching whatever was near me.

I just fell so angry all the time. I just want to stab every single person in a twenty meter radius. Unless Bill of course.

Bill...

I stopped kicking the poor mattress and calmed down.

I laid down on the mattress and stared up in the darkness. Without realizing it, a tear had rolled down my face.

And one more.

And one more.

And one more again.

Soon I was crying heavily but still trying not to make a sound.

I need to keep strong. Bill will come soon... soon...

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