A/N: Wow, the final installment of Alice's Rage! I can't believe it, and I am surprised this does not make me sad and depressed either but I am excited to write this chapter.
Disclaimer: My mood is really happy today, which is surprising compared to yesterday. Sadly, I still don't own Twilight.
Alice POV:
It has been three weeks since I have been near a store, or a computer. I am slowly going insane and yet no once cares because Bella is not being bothered. The white flag has been thrown up, I admit to...giving up. It's so sad and depressing to think that someone like me gave up on this but it was only hurting me more.
Today is the day of my first therapy session, I wonder if I can attack the therapist if he annoys me? No, then we'd have to move. Then again...
"Alice!" Carlisle calls from down stairs. He was taking me to the therapist.
"Coming Carlisle!" I call back with a depressed sounding voice.
"Hurry up then, we have to go or you'll miss the appointment!"
"Fine!" I snap.
I run down the stairs at vampire speed, and I was scowling, no shopping was bad but then add therapy and you have what makes a shopping vampire want to commit suicide. Oh, wow, that really sounded emo.
"Wipe that scowl off your face, Alice. You know you deserve this." says Carlisle.
I snort "People call you compassionate? There is absolutely no compassion with what you are making me do."
"Alice, face it, you have problems." he says.
"Oh, and now you're going to dis my sanity too." I grumble, as we get in his car.
"Alice." Carlisle says.
"Sorry." I mutter.
Then he speeds to the hospital, this is one time that I wish he would drive slowly, I don't want to go and see the therapist. Who does? They make you talk, then suggest you take anti-depressants. Sugar and candy is more helpful than them. Of course, I can't take anti depressants or eat sugar and candy. I am one sad vampire without my shopping...
Carlisle parks the Mercedes at his parking spot, and I get out of the car and follow him inside. We head to the therapists reception and I sit down in a chair with my arms crossed while Carlisle talks to the receptionist.
He then comes and sits down beside me, seeming just a little sympathetic now. I glare at him and stare at the wall.
"Alice Cullen." the stupid therapist calls.
"Remember Alice, therapists are friends not food."Carlisle reminds.
"Oh be quiet, Carlisle." I say, and follow the therapist into the office.
I take a seat as he sits behind his desk and pulls out a folder all about me, and my shopping addiction. Better than drugs or alcohol. Again, not that those affect me.
"Hello, Alice. My name is Dr. Gucci."
NO! GUCCI! I NEED NEW CLOTHES FROM GUCCI'S COLLECTION!
"Um...hi." I manage to say, as my eyes were wide thinking about shopping.
I could always try and escape out the window.
"I hear you have a shopping problem?" he asks, and has his pen ready to write my reply.
"Shopping is not a problem!" I snap.
"Yes, apparently you do have a problem." he mutters, and writes in his notebook.
I want to rip that thing to shreds, and burn it.
"No, I don't have a problem. It's all you people who are against me shopping that have a problem."
"We don't have anything against you shopping. We have something against you shopping too much and trying to force people into shopping with you." he corrects.
"Well, I hate you all." I announce.
"Patient has a hate for the world." he mutters and writes something else down.
"Stop that!"
"Also very moody..." he says and writes again.
"Stop that or I'll take that note book and rip it to shreds." I threaten.
"-And violent."
"FOR PETE'S SAKE!" I scream, highly enraged, and grab the notebook and rip it.
Take that anti shoppers!
He looks at me in alarm and then clears his throat. "Well, uh, yes, you do have a shopping problem, and anger issues."
"I do not have anger issues like my brother!" I say.
"I'd beg to differ..."
"Well I don't care! I'm out of here! Later, doc!"
With that I stomp out of his office, and past the waiting room. Carlisle gets up and gives me a look. He must have heard everything.
"You still have to go back next week."
Oh, hell no!
Bella POV:
All is peaceful for me now that Alice has been banned completely from shopping and is attending weekly therapy sessions. They have no affect on her, but it's hilarious to watch all her fits after she comes back from a session. Even Edward got a kick out of them.
"Well, I think everything is going to be a lot more peaceful for you from now on, Bella." Edward says.
"Edward, ever since she started therapy everything has been peaceful for me." I say and smile.
"It is amusing how mad she gets." he laughs.
"How many notebooks has she ripped now?" I giggle.
"Fifty two and a half." Edward says.
"Fifty two and a half?"
"She ripped one right down the middle and then left." he responds.
"Oh."
Edward laughs at my odd look, and I sigh happily. It's all good now.
A Few Months Later:
"NO WAY, ALICE!" I scream. "YOU CAN NOT PLAN MY WEDDING!"
"I'LL GET TO SHOP THOUGH!" Alice screams back.
"THAT IS WHY YOU CAN'T PLAN THE WEDDING!"
"AWE, BELLA!"
Well, here we go again.
A/N: That was fun to write, it really was. Also I am really happy because yesterday wasn't looking so good for me. My dad wanted to move, again. I hate moving, but we came to a negotiation. So, we aren't going to move! YAY! Well, thanks for all the reviews and what not. Feel free to check out my others stories and review on them if you haven't already. :)