Esme's POV
Its always sad to move, no matter how many times it happens. I was standing in the middle of our almost empty apartment with Carlisle, Alice was finishing packing up the rest of her stuff. Her room door was wide open so she couldn't secretly cut. Last night Alice slept in the bed with me, Carlisle camped out on the couch. She cried in my arms for hours telling me how sorry she was and how she hoped I would still love her. I don't know where she'd ever get the idea I didn't love her, its not her fault she's so mentally ill.
When we get to Biloxi, there's going to be quite a few changes to our lifestyle. Not counting the new doctors and medications, Carlisle and I are going to have to make sure that Alice can't get her hands on anything that she can cut herself with, plus we're going to have to check her body for fresh cuts once every few days. Closing her bedroom door will not be allowed unless she's changing her clothes, and were have to know her whereabouts at all times. When I first heard all these rules I thought it was really extreme, but it has to be done.
Carlisle has signed Alice up for a program that helps teenagers with mental illnesses cope and talk to others going through the same things. It takes place in the help centre that she's going to be seeing her doctors in from now on. She isn't excited, but when is Alice ever excited?
"There" she said, dropping a box onto the floor, "The last of my shit has been packed up so lets fucking go already."
"Language" Carlisle said, giving her a hard look. Alice dropped her gaze to the floor. "Besides, you have to take your meds first."
She groaned. "Ughh! There's like eight different kinds! That means at least 30 possible side effects! Weight gain, vomiting, irritation, migraines, dizziness, sleep problems blah blah blah blah blah. . . . ."
Carlisle smiled, "I doubt there's that many."
"Whatever, lets just get this over with."
"Now that's the spirit. Besides, as soon as we get to Biloxi you'll get to meet other people who are probably taking twice as many medications as you."
"Oh joy." She rolled her eyes and rooted through one of her boxes coming up with her medication and a bottle of water. It took five minutes to take everything, "Alright lets go."
It was going to take six days to get to Biloxi if Alice didn't get sick, but of course that was almost guaranteed to happen. So we allotted two weeks of time before Alice's first therapy session was to take place. I wasn't excited about the drive and unpacking everything into a new apartment, but I was very excited about the possibility that Alice could finally get better.