Little Morgan Gallagher

58- Secret

     "How are you feeling Morgan?" The doctor asked me as I sat across her desk.

     "Better," I answered, "not so foggy. I just want some drugs to be honest."

The doctor through a look at me, "this isn't a laughing matter."

"Does it look like I'm laughing? I'm dying for some-"

"Be appropriate Miss-"

"Wouldn't mind some dick either."

"Okay okay, I understand. So why were you admitted here by you're older brother? He believes you are suffering mentally."

I scoffed, "he's a dumbasses. My family thinks I've got what my mom has."

The nurse looked at me intently, "which is."

I rolled my eyes, look to the floor before answering, "bipolar."

"..Are you bipolar?"

I laughed sarcastically, "bitch, would I have called my family dumbasses for thinking it if it did. Bro, psychiatrists are stupid."

"Morgan, we are trying to help you. You're family explained your family's history of mental illness and this police report says you stole your boyfriends baby and-"

I gritted my teeth in anger, "I didn't fucking steal him! The police tried to! Get your fucking facts right lady, you think you're special sitting there accusing-"

"Sweetheart, the police didn't try and steal him. It says you ran into a store, yelling that Gabriel's demons were trying to take the baby."

I stood up abruptly, slamming my hands on the desk, "Listen to me bitch, you weren't there! I left Yev for 2 fucking minutes!!"

"You put that baby in harms way, Morgan," she responded calmly which made me angrier.

"I love that baby! Fiona almost killed Liam, Frank almost killed me for fucks sake when he took a bunch of meth and fell down the stairs with me at 3 months old! Why aren't they in here? Huh?" I argued.

The nurse sighed, "Morgan, I know you're very young, not even 18 yet. But you show signs of bipolar disorder."

I leaned back in my chair, scoffing.

"Which medication it can be managed, but you need to participate in your treatment. Have you had any other things happen in your life that may have caused any trauma?"

      I fell silent.. I mean, like everything.

     "Like what?"

     "Like, was there any abuse within your home, physical, sexual, drug addiction?"

      I didn't answer once again, a lot of shitty things happened, but there were some major ones that stuck out in my mind.

     "Well, somethings I guess.."

     "Like what?"

     I hesitated, "like.. my dad is an alcoholic. My mom left.."

     "Anything outside the home?"

     The bad feeling came back.. "Why does this fucking matter! I told you!"

     "Well, I'm just making sure. Of course bipolar is genetic but it can come hand in hand with many things that can be caused by trauma."

      I fought back tears in my eyes, my mind started racing, "None of your fucking business."

     "Sweetheart, I'm just trying to find out where your head is at. Did anything else major happen in your life that could cause extreme stress or anxiety.."