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The floor was cold and uncomfortable, but was nothing compared to the pain from the blood trickling down my mouth.

Why did things like this always happen to me? I tried to open my mouth, tried calling his name, but no words escaped my lips. The only sound I could make was a whimper, followed by a round of violent coughing. It was getting hard to even breathe, now. What used to be a simple task now took all of my might, and more. 

I used to dream about escaping my mansion; you know? And now I wished that I could go back and leave all of this behind. But as I laid there, in the sticky red fluid, I knew there was no way that I could be saved. I closed my eyes and thought to myself, would I do it all over again? If I had another chance, would I have said the things I said . . . would I have acted the way that I acted? And even if I did, what would be the point, knowing that the only thing my future held was death?

My eyes were growing heavier. It felt like there were bricks attached to my eyes, trying to force them closed. Despite that, my eyes widened at the sound of a bloodcurdling scream. Because I knew that voice. I knew it so well . . . It was Dipper.

As he screamed Bloody Mary, I felt warm tears fall upon my blood-covered face. I hoped he was doing better than I was. I couldn't stand the idea of him covered in as much blood as I was. As the screaming died down, a voice that had been engraved into my brain took its place.

"Do you want to make a deal with me?" Bill Cipher. "You get to restart the month, knowing fully-well what happened today." An evil glint appeared in his eye. "All I ask of you is--"

The rest of his sentence was whispered into my ear. I wheezed out my answer, and although it was barely coherent, Bill seemed to know what I meant. The untrustworthy triangle leaned down and grabbed my right hand. Everything disappeared from sight in a flurry of blue flames.

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"Pacifica!" my maid, Mandy, screeched. "What happened?!"

My eyes fluttered open just in time to see her flick on the lights and hurry over to my bed. I was sweating heavily, and I hurt . . . all over.  Last night's dream must have been a nightmare, because this had never happened before. It felt as if I'd been asleep for a while, but that couldn't be right.

"Pacifica . . . " Mandy huffed. "You look terrible. I'll go fetch you a bath." She hurried into my bathroom. I didn't know why she would say that, but I followed her inside anyways.

Glancing into the mirror, I had to do a double-take. "What the--" I tried to say, but it came out sounding more like a groan. I swallowed hard, and asked Mandy to grab me a glass of water. In the meantime, I examined my wounds.

I had a gash on my forehead and dried-up blood on the corner of my mouth. It had a trail that ran all the way down to my chin. My head felt like lead, and my feet felt like paper.

It wasn't long before I felt myself falling, my head hitting against the toilet on the way down. I was met with darkness, and it overtook me easily.

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