Dippers pov
It has Been a few weeks since I saw Mabel, I just se glimpse of her sometimes. But every week she comes back home with bags in her hands she has dark circles under her eyes and had glassy blood shot eyes and... oh my gosh your sister is doing drugs and she drunk. Mabel, MABLE!! Open up I yell pounding on her door. She doesn't open so I break it down. I see her sitting on the ground with a butcher knife in her hands about to kill herself. Mabel I scream knocking the knife out of her hand and it goes flying across the room. I hold her in a tight grip making sure she won't get away. Dipper she screams as she pounds on my chest with her fist closed. Let me go!!! Let me go dipper let me go!!! She screamed. Mabel I say as I lift my arm off her back to see it's covered in her blood. MABEL! I scream as I pick her up and run to the bathroom. I sit her down and close the door. I carefully remove her black shirt to see she has a gray bra on turn around I say as I get a damp wash cloth. I start to put it in the place she cut herself. She shudders under the wet cloth. I fix her up and I stroke her hair until she falls asleep.
