Now, I feel their eyes staring at me, waiting for me to basically tell my entire life story. Their stares make it look as if they're staring into my very soul. Greasy's Diner probably isn't the best place to do it. Sighing, I look up at Bill. He's already seen my life story because of when he entered my mind!!! I'm still mad at him for it. Bill knows how sad it is, so he's here to offer some emotional support. What has my life come to? Seriously, a demon if offering me emotional support.

"Don't worry (Y/n), I'm here for you," Bill reassures me as he squeezes my hand. I'll admit, it does make me feel a little bit better. Looking up at the rest of the gang, I begin my sad tale.

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At the age of 7, I was extremely close to my parents. The three of us were inseparable. But then...... then it happened. The house caught on fire. And it was all my fault, I was trying to light a candle. I stole Dad's lighter but I dropped it, right onto Mom's flammable curtains. This caused the entire house to go down in flames, just because I was trying to light a candle for the small dinner I was making for my parents. It was supposed to be a thanks for giving me a pet dog. The dog died in my arms in the fire that night. How I survived is still a mystery, flames had surrounded me and I swear my dress had caught on fire.

After that, nobody in my family claimed me. They all despised me, they knew I caused the fire. My own family was now shunning me for one mistake that changed my entire life. Everything around me was falling apart all around me. And there wasn't a single thing I could do to fix it.

I was sent to orphanage after orphanage. Every few weeks, I was adopted yet again. The thing that made them send me back was always either that they found out why I was an orphan, or I just did one little thing wrong. Eventually, a couple adopted me and didn't send me back. They welcomed me with open arms, that was a first for me. By that time I was already 14, and nobody adopts teenagers. That's a well known fact in orphanages.

But the biggest surprise of all, was that they heard about what happened at my previous homes.......... yet they adopted me anyways. The house I was in right before them well, those two weren't the friendliest people. They abused me and were drunks, I hated them so much that I've just erased their names from my memory. Anyways, one day, I had had enough of them and their abuse. The woman, had been taunting me, making fun of the fire that killed my parents. So I just imagined flames on the top of her head. Then those imaginary flames became real. She kept screaming, in obvious pain, but I just sat to the side and smiled like an idiot the entire time. Her hair had been scorched off, so she had to begin wearing wigs. They called me a demon child. They said I needed to be killed. But I just kept that huge ass grin on my face. They were probably right, buy nobody believed them. How could a teenager start a fire by simply staring at ones head?

After hearing a few of the stories, the couple that had come in had just laughed at them. Saying that some adults have an overactive imagination, but kids don't. They were saying that sometimes, kids can be a million times more mature than any other adult. Their obliviousness amused me, delighted me in fact. The decision they had come to was to raise me from there on out. That day was -and still is to this day- my best memory ever. I became apart of their little family.

I was enrolled in high school, I even had outstanding grades. And no matter what happened, they always believed in me. They were the only people I trusted back then, and they trusted me. It was the best home I had ever had since the fire that destroyed my life. There was one bad thing about my time there though, I started getting plagued by nightmares every single night. Every one of those nightmares was basically just me reliving the fire. Like I said, it was a nightmare. The flames in each dream had felt so real that I was convinced that they were.

Once, I had tried to touch one of the flames. It stung and burned so badly that I screamed out in agony. My adoptive parents had to shake me awake. They kept telling me that it had only been a dream. I had even believed them. That is, until I looked down at my hand. There was a big, obvious, and truly scary burn on it. After that, I was sent to therapy. Everyone had begun to either pity me, or think of me as insane.

But after a while, my life began improving. My therapist had even begun to "cure" me. The nightmares that had been terrorizing me every night? Gone. But the suspensions of me off my rocker? That sadly stayed. In fact, more and more people had begun believing it. Most of them pitied me due to my frightening past. I was honestly surprised that I hadn't gone crazy yet. My entire life was in shambles, my parents were dead because of my stupidity, I had no friends, I had depression, and I was called "The Demon Child". This nickname has..... well it's caused trouble to say the least.

The therapist had helped with the nightmares, but he couldn't take the guilt of my parents death off of my shoulders. People say that it wasn't my fault, that I was only 7, so what could I do to save them? Well they don't know the full story, they don't know that I caused the fire. What I'm forced to say is that the fire was caused by my dad dropping his lighter. I hate telling people that. That makes it look like my dad was the careless fool instead of me. So I've been hiding the truth from everyone for my entire life. Those damn police were the ones who were making me keep the secret.

A couple of years after the nightmare problem, it was my eighteenth birthday. My adoptive parents were so doting on me that they had organized an entire party at the most expensive fancy restaurant in town to celebrate my becoming an adult. They were so ecstatic about it, how could I admit to them how much I would hate it, so I lied and said that I would love that. Unfortunately, they decided that I should invite some of my friends. It was hard to hold back a sarcastic comeback, but I managed. So, I "handed out some invites'" And by that, I mean that I simply threw them away. But they were fooled, just like I wanted. I hated tricking them, but I would only disappoint them by admitting that my friend quantity was at zero.

The day of the party, nobody had called and made an RSVP for the party. Not even my adoptive parents' invited guests had shown up. It was just the three of us. Which is exactly how I had wanted to spend my birthday anyways. That night, after we got home, I found a note sitting on top of my precious laptop. Breaking open the seal on the envelope, I began reading it.

Dear (Y/n),

Hello my precious, you don't know me yet, but I know you. For you see, I know everything about you. Even about the fire being your fault. I even know why that woman's head set on fire. Too bad that fire hadn't killed her, that would have been lovely to see! Anyways, I know about how close you are to your "parents". And as you have most likely already found out due to your incredible brain, I have an utter fascination with you! So, I have a deal for you. I'll let your "parents" go unscathed if you sacrifice your life to become a fully fledged demon, just like me. You have until midnight tomorrow, meet me at the ruins of your first ever home. Good luck deciding (Y/n), I know you'll make the correct decision.

Sincerely,
Your secret admirer and your one true love~

Reading that entire letter was flat out torture. Whoever wrote it must not have a very good sense of humor. After crumbling it up, I throw the letter and it's envelope into the trash can. There's no way that whoever had written it was serious. How could I even become a demon if they don't exist? That entire letter was just a bunch of balogna. Noticing how late it was, I decided that it was high time to get to sleep. But first, I'll go tell my parents good night. Walking into the hallway, I notice the eerie silence that has gripped the entire house. Silence in this house can be pretty odd, but I just shrug it off. Entering the dinner room, I notice how my parents weren't sitting there like usual. It's odd, but nothing to worry about. They probably just turned in earlier than they always do, today was pretty busy. After walking back up a flight of stairs, I reach my room. Letting my body fall back, I land in my bed. The warm blankets are a pleasant luxury of mine that aids in helping me fall asleep. In moments, I'm pulled away into a dreamless sleep.

With a start, I wake up from my slumber. My alarm was being as annoying as always. I slam my fist down on it, and start getting ready for school. Once I've done that, I race down the stairs hoping for the sweet sweet scent of waffles to fill my nose. Unfortunately, it never comes. Instead, I'm met with a face full of floor. Grumbling, I get up, make myself some toast, and run for the school bus.

That school day had been filled with bullying, tests, and some idiot teachers. So it had just basically been another normal school day. Expecting to see my my adoptive parents greet me, I thrust open the door and yell that I'm home. Nobody answers, this had just been getting too weird. Right after I get a letter threatening their lives, my adoptive parents disappear from existence. So I race to my room and grab the paper from my trash can. I unwrap it and reread it to make sure of the details. I begin to consider meeting him there, but immediately discard the idea. My adoptive parents are most likely just playing a prank on me. Yeah, that's it! It's all just a prank, and they'll pop out any second now and load me up on gifts, and engulf me in endless hugs.

I just end up sitting on my bed, awaiting their arrival. Hours go by, and it's almost midnight. Then I realize, that this is very much real. Bolting up, I run outside and hop onto my bike, and start peddling as if my life is on the line to the place that I hate the most. I have to go to the ruins of the home I burned down. As I race to the ruins of the house, I swear I could hear flames sizzling behind me, but I don't dare look back. I'm racing against time so I need to direct all of my focus on peddling. Minutes go by that feel like hours, and I finally reach my destination.

Dismounting my bike, I run with all I have. But, I'm too late. I can hear the town's clock tower chime, which means that it's midnight. Their lives are now gone, and it's all my fault. I put the lives of everyone I love in jeopardy. All I'll ever be is a home wrecker, and I've known this all along yet I've tried to live as normal a life as I possibly could. Now I see how impossible that is for me to achieve. With everything that's now happened weighing down on me, I just let every tear I've been holding in for all of these years flood out of me. The salty tears flow from my eyes like a never-ending river. Everything around me has shattered, and I could have done something to stop this madness, yet I didn't.

A few months later, the police are still trying to find the true culprit. I had to alter what had really happened in order to make them not consider me insane and send me to the nut house. But in the end, they found me as the culprit, ignoring my alibi and everyone's protests. Knowing my parents wouldn't want me to suffer in an insane asylum on account of their deaths, I run. Now, I'm considered guilty for running. It doesn't matter though, I would have been found guilty either way. That town held too many bad memories anyways, so running would help me emotionally wise I guess. I then went from town to town, occasionally getting a job here and there. One day though, I came across a small, rundown town, called Gravity Falls. And you know what happened from there on out.

"There, now you know. Happy?" I seethe as I finish telling them. Their only responses are just staring at me with pity in their eyes  instead of a questioning glare. Just telling my entire life story, dealing with emotions that I had bottled up for too long, and that nights previous events, was all just way too much for me to handle. With a start, I race out of the diner with tears flowing from my eyes once again. This is all way too much for me to handle right now.