Yeah, another story! Don't worry, it's going to be totally depressing, and almost nothing will go right for the good guys! Hmm, that kinda sounds familiar, almost like another story I'm writing... I'm sure it's just a coincidence! *cough totally not cough* Well, here is the first chapter! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls.

Fifteen years. It had been fifteen years since she had come on this bus. Fifteen years since she had experienced ignorant bliss and happiness. Fifteen years since she had seen Stan, since she had been loved by her family, since she had a real friend. Fifteen years since everything changed. Looking out the bus window, Mabel saw a green blur of trees that didn't seem to end. She glared at them, every moment of her looking at them reminded her of what had happened. She saw a faint reflection of herself in the window, and it changed from her worrisome expression to a scowl.

'Why are you coming back here? Everyone hates you, don't they?' Her reflection asked, prompting Mabel to nod in response.

"Yeah, they probably still do. But I need to try and tie loose ends. It wouldn't be for to him." Her reflection sighed, before turning back to its normal concerned expression. The rest of the bus ride was fairly quiet, leaving her to her thoughts. Finally, the bus driver called;

"Bus fifty-two, stopping at Gravity Falls! Anyone getting off?" She picked up her luggage off the ground, and walked down the aisle to the front. She thanked the bus driver, and got off. Taking in a deep breath, she made her way across the small road to town. After almost twenty minutes, she finally reached the small town. Looking around, she smiled at the fond memories and nostalgia that came with the old structures. The diner was still in business, The Gravity Falls Gossiper office was still up, somehow, the Shack... Was the Shack still running? It probably wasn't, but still, Stan was pretty stubborn. She knew he'd probably rather die than lose the shack to his old age.

She looked to see if there was anyone she knew in the town. Tensing up, she saw a familiar red-head walking her way. She turned around and tried to make herself unrecognizable, but then she called out her name.

"Wait, Mabel? Mabel, is that you?!" Cursing under her breath, she tried to walk away as though she hadn't heard her.

"MABEL! Come back here!" Wendy called angrily, and gave chase. Gasping, Mabel threw her luggage to the ground, trying to run away from her. After a moment or so, she grabbed her from behind, catching her arm. Stopping, Mabel slowly faced her, and was met with a sharp slap from the woman. Biting back her anger, she tried to explain herself.

"Wendy, please I-" She was cut off with a kick to her gut, and she fell to the ground. Wendy firmly stepped on her chest, and knelt down, punching her in the gut. She gave another slap as Mabel stood up, trying to regain her composure. Feeling nothing but anger, she tried to keep her cool as Wendy didn't stop.

"Wendy, I did what I had to! It was for a good reason! STOP IT!" She shouted, attracting some attention from nearby strangers. Taking a fighting stance, Mabel caught the fist Wendy threw. Looking slightly surprised, Mabel took this as an opportunity to swiftly knock her to the ground. Wendy grunted from this, and threw an uppercut, hitting her square in the jaw. A crowd had formed around them, looking on in confusion and excitement as Wendy grabbed her by the collar, and growled;

"You NEVER had to kill him, you bitch." She threw the brunette to the ground, but not before tearing part of her sleeve. The red-head stomped away angrily, as the crowd turned to look at the disheveled woman. The people who had heard Wendy's comment cast shameful and angry looks towards her, while the others only looked away and pretended they hadn't seen anything, leaving her in the dust. Sniffling, she made her way back to her suitcase, finding that Wendy thought it would be an oh-so pleasant idea to spread her clothes over the ground.

Grumbling, she quickly packed her bag, and continued down the path she was taking before the interruption. Noticing the sun beginning to set, she hurried her pace. Taking a rather small road up one of the cliffs, she paused to look over the town. It was a lovely view, but she couldn't stop now, or else she wouldn't be able to get there before sunset. She continued her trek up the path, stopping every so often to take a break. Finally, she reached the top.

The old pine tree was still there, after she had planted it. The shadows grew longer, reminding her of what would happen dare she stay out. Quickly pulling out a small flower, a vase, a bottle of water, a letter and some candles and matches, she lit the candles, placing them under the tree, and putting the water and flower in the vase. Breathing deeply, she clasped her hands together, and spoke, her voice trembling.

"Hey, it's been a while hasn't it?" After seemingly no response, she sighed and continued.

"Well, I'm going to visit Stan tomorrow. I just hope he doesn't hate me. Do you think he'll understand? I really hope he does. I want at least one person to like me. Wendy-" She paused, taking a breath.

"Wendy was rather harsh, but I can't blame her. I know I'd feel the same way if she did this to you. Anyways, mom and dad are still really upset about you. They wrote this letter for you, and I'll leave it here so you can read it, 'kay?" She then set the letter down under the tree. Seeing the sun setting almost insanely fast, she hurried up.

"Look, I'm really gonna need as much support as you can give. I want to at least try to patch things up, but I'm not sure anyone will accept me. I'll come every day and talk to you every day if I have to, just don't stop talking to me, please. I need you, even if the others can't hear you. And I'll leave letters too, ok? Just promise me you'll write back, ok?" After an uncomfortable amount of silence, she felt tears stinging her eyes. Why wasn't he responding? He talked to her before, why couldn't he now?

"Dipper- I'm sorry. I'm so, s-so sorry. I shouldn't h-have pulled the trigger. I just didn't w-want you upset, but now I c-can never s-see you ag-gain!" She cried as the tears came out like a river, her sobbing as she thought no one heard her screams and cries of sadness, her agony clearly showing. Once more she screamed as the tears blinded her vision, making everything a blurry mess. Wiping them away, she then whispered;

"I'm sorry I killed you, Dipper."

A/N: Well, another big project started! Updates will probably be rather scarce for this, but I'm sure I can get up a few chapters before I finish my other big story. Speaking of which, if you love angst galore, review!