It's Not All Roses

C-16

Levi

I got scared.

I've never seen her acting this happy after knowing something about her Dad. 

She read the letter, smiling wider than she ever has. Once she finished, she folded the paper back and kept it inside the box. She pulled out another small box and showed it to me.

"What is that?" I asked, curious.

"The key to an apartment in Manhattan. Dad brought it to gift me when I turn eighteen," She stated casually as she opened the box and showed me the keys. "This is the best gift I've ever received. I'm so happy,"

And I was not.

Not even a bit.

It was as clear as water now. Something was wrong with her. And by that, I don't mean she is mad. But there's something else. I knew her too much to find this attitude normal.

"Bee," I called as I shifted closer to her. She looked up at me--and I can't seem to read her eyes. It's like she's lost in her own world. "Do you wanna take some rest, love?"

"Nop," she replied, popping the 'p'. "I think I'm gonna open these gifts, let you fuck me, and then rest, of course," It was the tone she said it. The eagerness and the desperation. "I feel fantastic, Levi,"

Fuck this.

This is probably the tenth time she's telling that she's feeling fantastic. She kept open the gifts, her finger aggressively ripping over the wrappers. And everytime she finds something that is makeup or even jeans in that case, she is so over excited to try them on.

And for a fact, I know, she doesn't like either of those things.

Even though I know I shouldn't ask, I did out of curiosity. "What does the letter say, Bee?"

"Oh, it's just that Dad was diagnosed with bipolar disorder I and that he used to get major episodes and then he found out Mom was cheating on him and then he had suicidal thoughts so he slit his wrists." She replied, smiling at the leather bound notebook someone gifted her. "I think you can take this. It's cute,"

What the fuck?

Her Dad was diagnosed with bipolar disorder?

And he knew about her Mom cheating on him?

"Um, love, can I read the letter?" I asked, already knowing her answer.

"Sure," She handed me the medium sized box. I opened the box and pulled the letter out. Unfolding the letter, I read it.

I'm not sure but I think I know what's wrong with her.

***

"Are you sure?" I said to Doctor Garold who was one of my Dad's friends. It took me two days to find his number and as soon as I did, I called him. Bee is still acting like she is the happiest girl in the world. And the count on how many times she said that she feels fantastic is endless.

"Yeah, you can come with her today at...yeah, come now. I don't have any appointments for the day,"

"Alright, I'll call you," I said and hanged up after a small goodbye.

There is a chance she is diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. It's genetic. I'm not sure just yet but looking at her behavior for the past few months, I can tell that she could be. And no, it's not good to keep it in and never check it. It gets worse if she doesn't take medications.

But the real question is, how am I supposed to tell her that I want to take her to the hospital? I don't want to think about how she's going to react when I tell her that I'm taking her to a psychiatrist. She may even assume that I think she's mad.