Hi everyone! Here is chapter two! I'm sorry if it's rubbish, but I had major writers block for most of it!
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Walking into work the next morning, I wondered again how Josh was. I also wondered what the psychiatrist had said. Hopefully there's nothing seriously wrong, although drugs can do horrible, horrible things...
As I entered the staffroom, I saw that only Tom and Sian were in there. "Hi, Tom." I said.
"Oh, hi, Nicki." Tom replied. I notice that he looks tired, and slightly stressed.
"Sleepless night, huh?" I say, sympathetically. I've had my fair share of those...
"Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"So... did you go to the psychiatrist in the end? How was it?"
"Not great, I'm afraid... they said that Josh probably has schizophrenia."
"Really?" I asked, in disbelief.
"Apparently so."
"Is it... because of the drugs?"
"No. The psychiatrist said that he would have got schizophrenia anyway. The drugs just brought it on earlier."
"Oh, Tom... has he been given medication?"
"Yes."
"Have you talked to him about it?" I notice Tom looking a little sheepish. "Does he even know about his condition?"
"Er... no, I haven't told him yet."
"Tom! If he has medication, anyone could see the brand and wonder what's wrong with him! They can find out anything over the Internet! You should tell him what's wrong, he has the right to know!"
"Look, he's my son, and I'll do what I damn well please with regards to raising him!" Tom snaps.
I look at him, in disbelief. "Sorry for caring!" I yell, turning around and running out of the room. I suspect that he may try to follow me, so I go into the female staff toilets. There is no way that Tom can follow me in here...
I lean against the wall, sighing. Life can be so complicated. I was only trying to help, and my reward is a mouthful of abuse. That little voice in my head isn't helping, it's saying 'maybe you deserved it'. Shut up, conscience! I'm trying to feel sorry for myself here! Sometimes, I'm my own worst enemy...
I stay in the toilets until someone else comes in, and then I pretend to be washing my hands, before returning to the staffroom. Tom isn't there, and I'm glad. I don't really want a massive argument with him in front of everyone. I talk to Sian instead, and then I go back to my classroom. Once there, I find a note on my desk, addressed to me in messy writing. I open it, and laugh when I see what is written there: 'Oh, so you're avoiding me, are you? If you're going to be like that, so be it. Two can play at that game. First one to crack. Tom'
Tom Clarkson, you do not know what you're getting yourself into...
It's on.