I didn't take my meds today.
Two days ago Caitlin Adams asked if I was bipolar because I was into her on Monday but by Friday I had figured out that she was too demanding.
But those words, that question... it seeped into my soul and tarnished my tho...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"IT'S A fucking outrage!" Liam paced the hall, backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards. Rhythmic like the pendulum of an antique grandfather clock.
"The signs are there Janet, I know them. I've lived them. You can't send her back there, I'm not going to let that happen."
He didn't know I was there eavesdropping, he couldn't see me watching but from the top of the stairwell I could hear everything.
"Well fine, he can do that but he won't win." He hung up the phone and flung it across the room, ignoring whatever he smashed in the process.
"He's fighting for me to come back, isn't he?"
"Jesus!" Liam jumped and spun around on the spot, clutching his heart.
His hard stare softened the second he set eyes on me and a feeling of numbness washed over me. Liam reached up and rubbed the back of his neck.
"I'm not going to let that happen Fearne. Don't worry about this, okay?"
Worry? I wasn't worried. When it came to my father I felt nothing.
"Go to school." He tried to offer me a smile but I could see right through his fake-ness, all the way down to his pity. He was worried. Weird, I didn't think he cared that much.
