Dancing on Eggshells

This is the part when bobble heads flood the world

When I arrived at Violet's house a few weeks ago on that terrifying Saturday, I was right about the fact that my best friends  wanted to know about Celeste right away. I told them with complete honesty. I told them that she lost it when I played that damn song. I also told them that things were strange even  before I played the deathly song. It was strange that Celeste had just decided to paint, especially as she had told Nate that she had plenty of work to do and that she was going to a park with a friend.
Where the hell was the friend?
It didn't seem like painting was a big priority. I also mentioned that I had no idea what I was going to tell to Nate, I also told them what Celeste had said about Sweet Dreams.
"Trauma"? Winona said.
"That's exactly how she described it". I said.
"Jesus, we're the damn Pretty Little Liars now!" Violet muttered.
Violet was actually right, we were snooping for no good reasons.  Well, we were trying to help her...by attempting to find out everything about her.
"Vilo is right, I think we -especially you- need to tone it down a little". Winona decided.
"But we're trying to help her..." I muttered.
"Kori, we're teenage girls who are being taught advanced English by this woman, we're the last people who can help with her mental problems". Winona explained.
My arms folded automatically and I actually found myself on the brig of tears.
"You guys are right, I'm actually obsessing over this".
"Keoria...are you crying"? Violet asked.
I didn't even realize until then that my lips were quivering, my voice was croaked and tears were slowly beginning to role down my face. I wiped the tears away just as I felt her beginning to come from my eyes and attempted to talk without sounding like a frog.
"I-I did some research last night on bipolar...it sounds like torture".
I couldn't take it anymore, I let the tears run an I let myself release the noise of someone in the dark.
I cried, I cried to my best friends.
Violet and Winona arose from Violet's bed that they were sitting on and came to embrace me.
After crying for about one to two minutes, my friends and I broke our embrace.
As we came to eye contact, Violet said:
"We'll do it, we'll attempt to help her".
"But what if there is nothing left to do? What if that's just her normal condition"? I enquired.
"Trust me Keoria, what she did at our first meeting at her house might of been a normal part of her condition. But someone on medication would not just throw a painting at the wall". Winona said.
"Yeah, the only reason we've discussing this is because her own husband knows that something is not normal". Violet added.
I then threw myself down onto Violet's bed , groaning in the process.
"What are we going to do"? I moaned.
As Violet and Winona were also on the bed, they shuffled  their bodies up to mine.
"Well, for starters", Violet began as she shuffled herself, "we need to tell Nate what happened".
I nodded.
"But...how"?
"You use your damn thumbs and your short nails which you really should stop biting and use you brain and make a conv-"
"Now is not a time for sarcasm, Winona!" Violet snapped.
"Sorry, Jesus". Winona muttered.
We then put all our brains together and sent a text to Nate:

Hi Nate
I'm going to be honest about what happened on the check-up as I care about Celeste. She was painting with Alex and I played the song "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurythmics and she completely lost it. She threw her canvas against the wall and little Alex ran up to her room freaking out.
Being a weirdo and awkward teenager, I don't know a lot about these things. I do know, though, that there is definitely something going on with Celeste.

Please don't send her to a hospital, we will all miss her at school and we know that it will damage Alex.
Please, Violet will make you cookies if you're the sort of dude who agrees to bribes.
Thanks.

An hour later when the three of us were in the middle of watching The Great Gatsby, Nate replied to us:

Hi Keoria
Thanks for checking up on Celeste.
Thanks for the feedback