a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

I Hope This Works

"Hello?"
"Hi this is Dr. Stephan speaking"
"Oh, what is it?"
"We might have some possible plans for Tom"
"Okay, should I book an appointment?"
"Thats okay, Ive booked one for you today at 1PM"
"Oh ok, thanks Dr Stephan."

Its been almost a week since we visited the doctors, Toms been talking about how if he doesn't get what he wants he'll go into the office himself. Thank God Dr Stephan called, Tom will finally chill the fuck out.

Im beginning to forgive Bill, obviously Im not forgetting what he did, but he is genuinely sorry. And Ive missed talking to him.

"Tom?" I tap Toms shoulder as he lay still in our bed, fast asleep
"Tom, wake up" I tap him harder, he groans as his eyelids peel open, I kiss his hot forehead as he sits up
"Hm?" he murmurs
"We have an appointment later" He raises an eyebrow
"About time" He yawns before laying on my chest, his warm head heats my body up.
"We should get ready, its at 1" I whisper, he shakes his head and wraps his arms around me squeezing me tighter to keep me in bed with him.
I push him off me and he groans as I walk into the wardrobe to find clothes for us, I dress myself and pick out Toms most formal clothes, which was hard because all he wears is baggy jeans and oversized t-shirts but I did what I could. I lay his clothes out on the bed and leave the room to brush my teeth.

I hear someone downstairs cooking something, the smell off fresh pancakes fills the air. I breath the sweet scent in while I put my toothbrush away and head downstairs

"Hey Bill." I say, afraid
"Hi Taylor" He replies while concentrating on flipping the pancakes.
I look around the deadly silent room, the only noise being sizzling butter on the frying pan.
"So... How are you?" I say awkwardly while stood in the archway
"Im ok. How bout you?" He says back, still not turning to face me
"Mhm Im good." I stare into the back of his head as he continues doing his best to ignore me.
Theres no point in me standing here trying to make conversation with him because he clearly doesn't want to talk. I cant blame him, I was quite nasty to him the other night.
I shuffle out of the kitchen and flick the TV on to watch the news

"Welcome to Tokyo news!" An older man is presenting in front of a huge globe
"Todays question is, is Tokyos most feared gang back in action?" Oh shit
"We've had a few reports of anonymous individuals report feeling threatened knowing they're back in Tokyo. We've also had people saying they have been threatened by the leader of this gang"
Bill walks to the sofa, his jaw hanging open
"What could this mean for our city? Will we be in danger again?" I look up at Bill who's now covering his mouth with his hand in shock
"We've had a total of 34 people killed in the past few weeks, could this be the gang?"
"Police say theres no stopping this infamous gang, could this mean mayhem? Check in to find out more." The news closes

"Shit!" Bill says
"Oh well" I brush it off
"No, not oh well, we don't know what Tom was doing when he left the house those times" A pit forms in my stomach
"34 people.." I say

"Lets go then baby" Tom comes down the stairs in the outfit I picked out for him, he takes his keys from the counter and pulls me to the car.
The engine starts and were once again speeding down the busy roads.
"Tom..." I start "The gang was on the news this morning." My voice shakes
"Mhm so?" He says calmly
"34 people Tom. 34 people have died since you started running out of the house."
"Yup." He tries to hide the smirk on his face
"Tom, normal people don't go round killing people." I snap
"Oh cmon, I haven't killed in months" My jaw drops, Im not going to respond to his cold hearted words, I know Ill snap at him and I cannot be bothered to argue with him, not today.

"Cmon then" He pats my thigh and hops out the car, I walk to his side and he takes my hand, his grip tightens as we enter the building.
The receptionist sees us walking towards her and she runs away into the staff room, we walk straight to the waiting room.
Mothers shield their children upon seeing us enter the room, the elderly people whisper to each other
"Shut up." Tom warned, I elbow him in the ribs as a few people get out of their seats and leave.

"Mr and Mrs Kaulitz?" Dr Stephen calls us. Don't know why he called me Mrs Kaulitz, were not married, were not really even dating.
"We have good news for you two!" He says before even sitting down
"Oh great." I say
"We have decided to medicate you, and we have a diagnosis. Would you like to know what it is or?"
"Tell me." Tom says sternly
"Ok, we have all taken a look at the papers you wrote and we read over the document your girlfriend wrote for us"
"Yes?" Tom snaps
"You have Borderline Personality Disorder and traces of Bipolar type one"
"Ok great wheres the medication" Tom insists.
Dr Stephen pulls an orange bottle full of pills out from behind his desk and passes it to Tom hesitantly
"Take that every morning after you eat breakfast" He informs us
"Thank you so much Dr Stephan!" I say while shaking his hand. He gives us a scared smile and prompts us to leave.

"Happy?" I ask
"Don't really care." Tom says, unbothered.
I roll my eyes and we walk back to the car.

"Do you actually think this will make me better?" Tom asks
"I don't know, we'll find out though"
To be honest, I don't know if this will do anything, its a bit late to medicate as he's clearly been struggling with his mental health for years.
"If it doesn't, everyone will pay." He says with an evil tone. My stomach churns at his words, Id like to think its a joke but knowing Tom, its not. I open my mouth to reply but I cant seem to find the words, how do I even respond to such an emotionless statement?

God Im praying this fucking works.