Whore.
Bitch.
Ass.

"AGH!" I scream as I slam the mirror into the wall and back down, breathing heavily.
I grasp whatever I can, a knife, and throw it on the kitchen wall, seething with rage and seeing red as the knife sticks in the wall firmly.

"UGH!"
I clench my fists and shut my eyes closed, sliding down the tiles of the kitchen counter as I take small breaths that cause my throats to burn.

"Oh, Macy, honey," I hear a gentle voice but I ignore it, shutting off the horrible sound and replacing it with screaming voices in my head.
"No! No!" I realize the horrible moan is coming from me, and the uncontrollable sobs are, too.
"Leave me alone!"
Someone wrestles a pill into my mouth, and my heartbeat slows down, although a voice is telling me no. They're tricking you, it says. They want you to die.

"Macy!"
I finally slam my eyes open to see my mum and dad standing it front of me. My mum is a woman with the same blonde hair as me, but strands of it are turning grey from stress. My father's hair, however, is completely grey, from me and his job. They both have green, calm eyes, but my eyes are dull and brown.

I calm my breath as I stare at them and suddenly snap, screaming.
"Who the fuck gives you to right to almost kill me?" I snap angrily, shooting them glances, but they ignore it, dismissing it as "my disorders."

"Macy, come on," My mother soothes as she takes my hand and I change, again, into a wobbly, scared personality.

"D-Don't hurt me!" I squeal and try to wrestle out of their grip, but they keep a firm hold on my stomach, leaving me on the couch to yell at myself and stare out the window.

My bloodshot eyes scan the outside with longing, hoping to go out and frolic away. One person catches my eye. Louis Tomlinson.
He's checking his phone, laughing with all the others as they walk around campus. I'm not allowed to have a dorm. I have to live with my parents, since they can handle me.

For some reason, the sight of him calms me down and I watch them, mostly Louis, walk down the street.


MRS. JEAN'S POV

I watch Macy stare out the window, and I follow her gaze towards the figures walking down the streets.
Not the therapist, the medications, almost nothing could calm her except the sight of those people.
"Stop staring at them!" She suddenly shouts. I have the urge to yell back at my daughter, but I know it's only her bipolar disorder. I get confirmed when she randomly starts sobbing.

I sigh as I walk into the kitchen, starting back at my cooking.
"How's it going, Miranda?" Steven, my husband, asks.

"Not fine at all," I reply and rub a spot over my left eyebrow.
"Nothing is working, except that boy."

"She likes him," Steven replies simply. I raise my eyebrows.
"Surely. But, if he's the only one - "
"I'm sure the medications will work this time," He explains impatiently. "Dr. Green said it was a special time."

"I'm not sure at all." I reply firmly.

Notes

*Gasp.*
Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
I saw all the comments, and THANK YOU!! AHHH!
Sorry about no updates. Was busy. :c

~LEA