Dancing on Eggshells

This is the part when I learn my wrongs and stuff(under editing)

I was suddenly on my feet, my heart back on a marathon trial and my body running on adrenaline.
I immediately pulled my phone out of my pocket. I raced over to my contact list and swiped all the way to the bottom. Without thinking, my phone was soon against my ear.
I waited almost thirty seconds for a voice to come, but I felt like a spark had exploded when it did.
"Hello"? Tammy Bryn answered.
"Um, hi, it's Keoria Atkins".
She sighed.
"Is this about Celeste "?
"Yes-how did you know"?
"Why else would you call me? I doubt its for advice".
I gulped.
"You're right". I sighed.
"Okay, what do you need"?
"Help".
"Are you suicidal"?
"No".
"Then I can't help you. Go ask Google".
"You know your job doesn't only entail helping people who are suicidal-anyway I don't need psychological help...at the moment".
"Of course I know that I just really don't feel like talking to you".
"Wow, thanks."
"Please don't tell me about Celeste".
"Of course it is, that's our only connection!"
"Is she acting more funny than usual"?
"Well she is a raging manic-"
"Yes, yes I know". She snaps impatiently.
"God, you don't act like a psychologist: you act like you have somewhere to be the whole time but I have a feeling the only place you're rushing to is your couch".
"Well, I'm not really a real psychologist".
"What is that supposed to mean"?
"It means that nobody really wanted to hire me because apparently I wasn't good enough so I got a gig with the government and I now counsel people who live in shelters".
Before I could respond, she added on another unbelievable fact.
"I don't think I'm very good at it, though: twenty people committed suicide because of me last year because apparently I was too 'harsh'".
"That's terrible!"
"I know, but I don't have to talk to you about this crap! What is your point, Keoria"?
"Knowing Celeste, she probably read all the Famous Five novels as a kid and decided as a manic adult to create a mystery of her own. Maybe there is something that explains why she is acting like this-maybe there is someone we need to talk to. There-there-there just has to be a reason".
"What 'something '? Money, jewelry, a letter, a body"?
"Something that explains why she is acting like this ".
"Keoria, don't you understand ? She's acting this way because she's more insane than we thought ".
"That's never been the case, Tammy".
"Then I guess you're not aware that your father called in Cell's mom and Nate yesterday to suggest putting Celeste into a damn group home".
My eyes widened, my heart skipped a beat and I expected to fall over and die. But I attempted to ignore my emotions so I could sound mature and like an adult towards Tammy. I couldn't feel any tears lining up in my eyes, which I was relived to know.
"He really said that"? I muttered, my tone suddenly soft...for the first time in forever.
"Keoria, people like her are usually fine and coping after three weeks of treatment,bipolar is usually a disorder many people can cope with as long as they have therapy and take their medication. Yet, Cell has been in the hospital for almost a month and she's still manic. Her emotions are absolutely everywhere, she's completely distant from almost everyone , most of the time the nurses have to strap her down to a bed to literally inject her medication into her body and her behavior is absolutely shocking. I don't how Jasmine's death got her to this point, but it's pushed her over a very far edge".
Both sides of the line fell completely silence. There suddenly felt like there was no point of continuing this fight. Our motive have become weak, our warriors are failing us...everything feels lost. Is this how it is supposed to be? Is this Celeste's fate?
"Keoria, I should get going if there is nothing else to be said".
I shake my head. "We need to do something".
"We've done everything-you have done too much! Keoria, I know this isn't the greatest thing to hear: but it's time to give up. If Celeste is supposed to recover, she will. We just have to leave her future in fates hands-"
"Wait...I have an idea".
She releases a sigh. "What"?
"I want to meet Jasmine".
"Okay, I'll just get her Skype name for you-for fucks sakes what do you want to meet Satan for"?!
"I can talk to her, perhaps get an understanding of her and Celeste's relationship and then the two can reunite and Celeste gets better".
"Keoria, Jasmine is a sociopath- there is no fucking relationship! You won't be able to talk about anything with her! You'll take one glance at her and then realise what an idiot you're being and want to run away-well it's Skype so you can just end the call-"
"No, I want to meet her in person".
"She is in Conniecet* , how the fuck is that going to work out"?
"You have a car, we drive there. It's really not that hard to under-"
"Oh my god Keoria! Do you seriously expect me to get in my car right now and drive you and me from Boston to Conniect in the middle of the day"?
"It really isn't that far, it's like twenty min-"
"Two hours".
"Twenty minutes".
"No, its two hours. I've driven there for work before".
"So you'll drive to Conniect for work but you can't drive me there"?
"Its work, Keoria. I barely even know you; all I know about you is that you are really weird and enjoy watching British porn".
"Skins is a teen British drama-"
"And you also have an answer for everything-"
"You know, you barely even have a real job! All you do is make sad people even sadder!"
"It is a real job-if it wasn't for me the suicide rates in poverty stricken areas would not be dropping".
"I bet they have raised by five hundred thousand percent since you starting working-"
"Are you done yet? I have places to be".
I gulp, knowing my chances are worsening by the second. I know I only have a few options left on my plate-even if they are completely ridiculous.
"Can you please drop me off at the nearest bus station"?
"Are you seriously going to do this"?
"Well if you're not going to help me, I guess I'll have to do it by myself".
I hear a small chuckle over the line. Then there is a sigh topped with confusion and the big, black and bold emotion of unfortunately not knowing.
"Are you sure you want to travel to another state-by yourself- for a woman who is spent a year hurting you"?
"She hasn't been hurting me, she's been slowly teaching me".
"Teaching you what, exactly"?
"That perhaps there are barriers taller than you in life, but that doesn't mean there isn't a ladder in the corner that you can climb up. There is always ways to fix things, even if it seems impossible at first".
There was a moment of silence, then a sigh from Tammy.
"Fine, what time do you finish"?
"Two thirty".
"Okay, but I have to pick my kids up on the way".

I didn't tell any of my friends what I was doing after school. I was unbelievably nervous that they were going to ask because I knew I'd be a complete traitor if I lied to them again. Fortunately, they didn't ask. Maybe it's because we were all studying for finals. Either way, I was relived.
Tammy hooted at me really loudly in the parking lot, though. I rushed out of school by myself, saw an average, red car (that had a large dent on the passenger door)  parked so close to the pavement that it looked like it was about to dent the whole side of the car and then was instantly hooted at.
"KEORIA!" Tammy yelled as if I had just shot her in the foot.
People were staring at me like I was insane even though I hadn't even done anything. Tammy's yelling persuaded me to rush to the car faster, though.
"Why did you have to yell like that"? I asked her as I seated myself in the passenger seat.
"Because I obviously grabbed your attention!"
Just as I was about to sit, I was interrupted.
"No", Tammy said quickly as I put my ass onto the passenger seat, "it's my daughter, Cassie's turn to sit in the front".
As I had a feeling that Cassie may be more innocent than her mother, I respectfully took my bag off the floor (as well as my body) to the backseat of the car. The backseat wasn't filthy like I expected it to be, but rather clean and child-mess free.
"How did you get that dent on your car"?
"You could see that"?
"Yes,it is the same size of my PE teacher's ass: huge".
"I just collided with another car, no big deal".
"Was it your fault"?
"Well I'm not the most reliable source because I got such a fright that I completely blacked out and couldn't remember a thing-"
"Stop quoting Chicago. Nobody quotes Chicago except Catherine Zeta-Jones because it's the only film people remember her in".
"All I'm saying is that my kids will tell you who's fault it was".
"They were in the car"?!
"Yes, they were the ones that were screaming at to drive faster but they were too late and this fucktard scraped my car".
"So it was your fault"?
"No".
"It was".
"Oh shut up".
It took us a total of twenty minutes to fetch Cassie and Andy from their two different schools.
Cassie looked like a complete mini version of Tammy. She started conversation with me and eventually told me she was nine. Her dark brown hair (which made me suspect Tammy's hair is dyed)  was cut much longer and her eyes were large and a shade of light green. Tammy then picked her son up and I was surprised to see he looked absolutely nothing like Tammy but slightly like Cassie. Their faces had quite a similar shape and their teeth was sequenced in a similar way. The whole trip to drop them at Tammy's house consisted of Andy complaining that his mother was late for him.
Here is the weird conversation I had to listen to:

Andy: You told me that you would be early!
Tammy: Well I didn't tell you because you always  cry and whine like you do when I do tell you I'm going to be late.
Andy: You're a stinky liar! I bet you weren't even doing anything important!
Tammy: I was! I was helping the sad people in the shelters become a little more happy .
Andy: But they all die because of you!
Tammy: Not all of them, just some of them.

*more coming soon*!