Bipolar (It's more than what you see )

9-Uncle Dee

Doctor Harrington wasn't in his office when I arrived so I sat and waited. My head was aching and my stomach was rumbling. This was a very bad way to start my day, the quarrel with my dad and now all these discomforts in my body. I decided to rest my head on the table until he arrived and didn't even know when I slept off again. I felt a hand tapping my shoulder and raised my head to see who it was. My neck felt really stiff and pain was shooting through my body.

What the heck is this pain anyway?

"I heard you took off and I thought maybe you were out roaming the road again." Doctor Harrington said bringing my mind back into the office.

"I would have matched your sarcasm but my body is killing me right now and my brain is fuzzy. Would you help your niece UNCLE?" I responded stressing the uncle part.

"I see what you did there young lady but trust me when I say that was probably the only reason you were released to go with me. If I was just your doctor, I would have probably been retrieving you from jail by morning." He answered handing me an aspirin and a glass of water.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue Doctor, it really meant a lot."

"I thought we were friends, call me Darren____, Uncle Darren rather. I just happen to know what it feels like being your age and troubled especially because I have siblings your age".

"Alright, Uncle Dee," I said and giggled. I liked the way that sounded.

"Olivia, you're gonna have to calm down and think carefully about what I'm about to tell you but first, can you explain what happened last night to me." He asked.

Uncle Dee seemed like a really cool person to talk to and since he said we were friends, I felt like it was going to be easier talking to him. Especially because he looked like he was in his early twenties which meant he would understand me more than my parents.

I explained the youtube video to him which he immediately searched for and sighed. After watching it, he didn't say anything so I further explained how the scotch was supposed to be a one-time thing until the nightmare.

"Honestly, I don't know when I sneaked out of the house. It just happened and as much as I wanted to go back home, I couldn't." I explained.

"Why didn't you take your pills?"

"Those depression pills? They make me sad and depressed and angry."

"You know, sometimes, the things that we need aren't exactly pleasant but they are necessary. So next time, take the pills. I'm going to add some sleeping pills to those but you don't have to take them regularly unless you feel the need to. Just stay away from alcohol."

"I'm not gonna promise but I'm gonna try to take the pills because they are necessary. Is that all?" l asked excited to not have to talk about psychotherapy.

"Well, before I tell you anything, I want you to know that there might be another video on the internet," he responded handing me his phone.

"What?" I shrieked and received the phone with trembling hands. As I watched the video tears gathered in my eyes and I bit my lower lips. Do these people even allow someone heal before they hurt the person again?

I looked up to see Uncle Dee looking at me pitifully. I tried to force a smile but was only able to make my tears roll down my cheek. Various blogs posted the video with their own headings. While some sympathised with me, others just said hurtful things.

I decided to search for my name on the internet and along with my Instagram and Twitter pages appeared all these articles. From the event of the kidnap to the video in school to the video from last night.