(Rachel's POV)

Melissa and Phil left later that afternoon and Adam left a bit later on. It was good to have the house back to myself, Poppy had been upstairs ages and when I went up she was fast asleep sat on the floor leaning against Emily's bed. I couldn't help but smile, this whole situation had been tough on me and I'd known Em overall about 7 months...Poppy had raised her for 12 years and she'd stayed so strong while I was falling to pieces and now it was my turn to be there for her while she crumbled. I shook her gently.

"Come on sweetheart. Let's get you to bed" I said

Helping a semi-conscious Poppy to her feet, she stumbled and I caught her holding her up, we braved the stairs and made it to the top floor, I sat her on her bed while I pulled out some of her pyjamas by the time I turned back around she leaned over and gone back to sleep. I sat her up and sat beside her so she didn't lay down again.

"Com on you're not sleeping in that top, its a pain to iron as it is without you sleeping in it" I told her

Poppy hadn't slept properly in a while and it was impossible to wake her up. I pulled off her jeans and pulled on her pyjama trousers, then I did the same with her top. She'd lost weight, quite a bit but I knew I couldn't hold that against her...I hadn't really felt like eating this past week or so. But it worried me how thin she was and that wasn't it...Her right wrist seemed a pale purplish colour but the room was dark so I couldn't be sure if it was the light...

I put her in bed and pulled the covers over her gently, I'd talk to Poppy about that in the morning and get it sorted before we both went back to school the day after...

(Poppy's POV)

I woke up in the early hours of the morning about 5am...It was just starting to get light outside and I climbed out of bed, my wrist was quite painful and when I looked down it had blackened in colour. But, it felt good, I felt...calm. I walked over to the door and stuck my head out, Rachel was still fast asleep...I went back a few steps and put my wrist in the door frame again, then I slammed the door shut with as much force as possible. It took everything for me not to cry out in pain but relief washed over me faster than the pain and I did it a few more times. I heard Rachel stirring and quickly went downstairs.

She'd left her phone on the living room table and it was just too tempting, I picked it up and went into the pool room, I scrolled through her contacts quickly. I clicked Lara and then as it rung I realised that Lara's mobile wasn't the number I wanted...I quickly ended the call. I found the number I needed...'Lara's Office' and dialled it.

"Good morning Dr Lara Stone's office how can I help?" Her PA answered, she was always there early

"Hello this is Rachel Mason..." I tried to make my voice a little bit posher so I sounded like Rachel "I'm calling regarding my daughter, Poppy Mason. You see we have a lot going on at the moment and I'm afraid we're going to have to cancel all our scheduled appointments"

"Okay, would you like to schedule them for another date?" She asked

"Well I'd have to ring up at a later date because I'm not sure when we'll be free"

"Okay that's fine, all Poppy's appointments have been cancelled"

"Okay thank you very much, bye bye"

I put the phone down and deleted the last two calls I'd just made from her call history before locking it and putting it back exactly where I found it. Whatever I was going through, whatever THIS was...I didn't need Lara giving me some stupid diagnosis for every bad feeling. Depression, Psychosis, Agoraphobia, Suicidal Ideation, Sucidal Intention...I think she'd thrown about every stupid mental illness that was ever given a name at me!