Carlisle's POV
Alice was staring at the wall when Esme and I arrived back into her room. Her eyes were red and puffy but she wasn't crying at the moment. She didn't look at us when we came in, her right hand was picking at her left.
I sat down on the bed next to Alice and stroked her messy black hair. She always hated the fact it was straight and used to always curl it, even if she couldn't get it exactly right. Now, it lay lifeless, just like her. Esme stood in the doorway, almost afraid of ruining the moment between us. For a few minutes we stayed like that, I began twisting Alice's hair around my finger. Then she finally turned to look at me.
"That kinda hurts" she said. Then gave a light giggle.
"Don't think your gonna get yourself off easy" Esme spoke in a stern tone she rarely ever used. So when she used it Alice knew she was in deep trouble.
Alice sighed and sat up. I untangled my fingers from her hair and folded them in my lap. "Look," she started, "I know that I really screwed up this time, I could have died, it was irresponsible and stupid to hack at my wrists with a knife, blah blah blah. And now that I've just said everything you guys don't have to bitch at me for an hour so everything's all good."
Esme walked up to Alice with her hands on her hips. "No, it's not "All good". Alice, you need to come to terms with the fact that you need help. You can't keep pushing people away like you've been doing. You need to accept that this is something you're gonna have to deal with for the rest of your life and learn to cope, and cutting isn't a way to cope I'll have you know. So I expect you to be open minded about everything your therapist tells you and to not be rude and ignorant. Understand?"
For a second Alice looked at Esme like she had ten heads. Then nodded as it all started to sink in.
I put my hand on her shoulder, it was clear she was embarrassed, her cheeks were flushed light pink. "Alice, I know you have it in you to get better, you just need to learn to accept the help we all want to get for you."
"I don't know how." she whispered.
Esme sat down on the other side of Alice and put her arm around her shoulder. "Why don't we start with actually trying to let your therapist know how you're feeling? She is there to help after all."
"It's just hard to tell a stranger everything I'm feeling".
Carlisle spoke then. "I'm going to set up an appointment with Dr. Collins as soon as your out of the hospital. Promise me you'll try to let her help you?"
Alice looked up into my eyes. Grey meeting blue, "I promise."