Bad Liar

Chapter Ten

~Alice~

"What do we do Mick? Do we tell the school?" Mum whispered to dad on the other side of the door, we'd just got back from my first therapy appointment and let's just say it wasn't enjoyable at all. I spent thirty minutes talking about my anxiety with the therapist, Sarah, who was admittedly lovely -we then spent twenty minutes discussing my self harm and that night before my parents were brought in and were told - "I agree with the doctors diagnosis of severe anxiety but I believe there are further issues and initially it appears she's suffering with a mood disorder. This could be Bipolar or Borderline Personality Disorder, it is too early to make a definite diagnosis as of yet. I also think the school certainty should be informed, Alice needs support from yourselves and me but also from the school."
My therapist was late thirties, she had a motherly yet stern face that naturally set me at ease, she also decided that appointments two to three times a week were the best way forward as of now.
My parents were in two minds about telling the school they understood why the therapist felt it necessary but were still apprehensive about it, mainly they were apprehensive because I'd kicked up such a fuss and been adamant it would make things worse.
"L we've got to, of course Al isn't going to like it but she can't see what we can, we ain't able to watch her every minute of everyday we need people to help. We need people to help her get better." Dad sighed, I heard the shuffling of feet and quickly scrambled into my bedroom trying to lie on my bed as naturally as possible.
"Al where you at?" Dad shouted, "Bedroom." I replied back and within seconds he was sat on the bottom of my bed looking toward me with soft, gently pleading eyes.
"Your mums on the phone to the school now, I know you don't want them to know but we don't have a choice." Dad ran his hand over his beard looking away before looking straight back at me.
"No dad you did have a choice and you chose the wrong thing." I snapped getting off my bed and walking into the kitchen, I grabbed a glass viciously off the side and filled it with water sure that if I gripped the glass any tighter it would crack under my grip.

"Al baby we know this is hard-" I spun round and faced him, he stood in the doorway his hands firmly in his pockets his head held high although the look in his eyes suggested that he'd rather he held it low.
"No. No you don't. You don't know how hard it is, not you not mum or Johnny or Nance. Not Lee not the bloody queen, no one understands how hard it is." I screamed, my hands shaking as rage took over my whole body.
"Alice calm down." Dad edged towards me, "Put the glass down Alice." He outstretched his left arm motioning me to either place the glass on the side or give it to him.
"Don't tell me to calm down." I snapped through gritted teeth, dad stopped now a few paces in front of me. I could see the confusion behind his eyes it was like actual cogs somewhere were turning as he tried to calculate what to do, or he tried to calculate what I was going to do.
"Alice let's sit down, you me and mum, let's talk about this." Dad said softly trying to calm down the situation trying to reason with me, there's no point trying to reason with a unreasonable state of mind.

I snapped. Throwing the glass to the floor at my right side, dad jumped ever so slightly at the sudden sound as his eyes moved from me to floor, and back again. "There I put the glass down." I sneered pushing past him and onto the landing, "What's going on, Al you alright?" Johnny crashed into me as he rushed from his bedroom, I ignored him and went into my room slamming the door so hard I was sure something on my dresser rattled. I sank down onto my bed and turned my TV on ignoring my parents shouts echoing from the kitchen, I focused my eyes on the current music video for 'All Of Me' humming along gently.
"Get ready we're going to the school, they want a meeting after school." Mum opened the door without knocking, I looked intently at her face desperately trying to read it but I couldn't find anything, she turned on her heel and walked went to walk out.
"Mum, can you help me wash my hair." I looked away scared to see her reaction, "Of course baby, come on." She reached her hand out toward me and I grabbed it following her to the bathroom.