Chapter 3 - Pain

Dipper's POV

Days passed with the same old shit. The thing I didn't like about it was that my parents and teachers were worried about my health. YES, I ALMOST PASSED OUT! But can I help it if there is still a dream demon haunting me, I know he's dead but that doesn't make me less paranoid. Mabel isn't much of help either. She just ignores me, she knows about Bill but still, she doesn't care. Today is Saturday but my body didn't allow me to sleep, so here I am awake at 3 AM waiting till everyone wakes up. I looked over at my journal, almost in tears again. The ripped out pages were beyond repair. I brought my knees up to my chest and laid my head on top of them. And then the tears started to come.

Silently I started to cry. Why? Why did they do that? Why me? How will I explain this to Ford? He will be so upset. He'll think that I can't be trusted with his stuff anymore. It's not my fault... I didn't want this. Suddenly I felt rage taking over. This wasn't fair. They need to pay for this. But how? I am just a boy with noodle arms, I just barely win from my sister with arm wrestling. I need to get stronger somehow... Maybe working out? Well I mean I can try to work out again, but last time I almost passed out. Was I pushing myself too much last time? Maybe.

Ughh I just remembered that Mabel's friends are coming over today, FOR A SLEEP PARTY! I got up and walked to the stairs. Ever since Bill took over my body stairs have been a nightmare to me. Just seeing him letting my body trip down the stairs like that. Goosebumps started to cover my arms. Slowly I started to walk down the stairs, holding the railing tightly. I swallowed thickly, luckily I already had my clothes on so I didn't have to go back for them. Finally, I made it without tripping. I looked at my phone and saw that an hour had passed. Then an idea popped into my head, why not go jogging? It'd be a nice start to the working out idea. So I wrote a note:

I'm out jogging, yes I know something I don't usually do... But I needed to get some fresh air.-Dipper.

That'll do. I grabbed my jacket and put in my earbuds for some music, not on a high volume of course, that would be dangerous. And then I left the house. A cool breeze hit my face the second I got out. I walked off the porch and then started jogging. At first it was okay, not that bad. Why was everyone always complaining about jogging? This was fun.

That was me 5 minutes ago. Now I'm already dying. WHY WOULD PEOPLE DO THIS FOR FUN?! I made a goal for myself at the start. I had to at least jog for 10 minutes straight, and after that I could decide what I wanted to do. But now 5 minutes later I regret that 10 minutes. Still, I didn't stop. I can't give up now.

--Another 5 minutes later--

MADE IT! 10 minutes of jogging! Man, I should work out more, this isn't something to be proud of... Other people would laugh at this. I sighed and continued with just walking. Until I heard someone scream out for help. At first, I thought I was imagining this, but then I heard it again. I took out my earbuds and looked at the direction where it came from.''HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!'' It was a feminine scream, I had two options:1: Walk away, this is not your problem. Plus maybe If I'll intervene I could end up dead.2: Help her as I should do.

...Was number one even an option??? Why shouldn't I help?! I fought against an all-knowing dream demon! I ran towards the sound. ''SOMEONE PLEASE!!!'' The sound came from a dark alleyway. I ran as fast as I could. Where is she??? My legs burned from jogging and now running. Again screaming but this time it was way closer, turn right. Another scream, but... I was at the exact place where it came from. There was nobody. ''What?..'' I looked around. Maybe my mind made this all up? Sighing I turned back around and started to walk away. But then someone grabbed me from behind and I heard the person snap their fingers, then I passed out.

-----End chapter.