evan peters + ahs imagines

kit walker: asylum

tw: mentions of asylum type abuse
word count: 1239
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9 weeks ago kit and i were taken from our home, and brough to briarcliff. we were both thrown into this dark, cold, nearly empty room.

kit and i slept on a twin sized mattress on the floor every night, and were barley fed.

things were bad, and the staff at the asylum was abusive.

"kit, please talk to me." i said softly, kneeling down to him.

he'd been sitting in the corner, knees to his chest for over an hour. his mental health was going down hill everyday, as was mine, but his seemed to get worse the past few days.

"kit."

i pulled him into my arms, and he started to cry. he hadn't let himself cry in a few weeks.

i lightly rubbed his back, shushing his soft cries.

"i'm done." he sobbed.

"i know, i know." i cooed, hugging him closer.

i started to hear chains rattling down the hall, it was the nuns and security guards coming to give us our shitty dinner.

he pulled back, and we both helped to wipe the tears off his face. we stood up, and awkwardly stood around the small room.

the door unlocked, and opened. kit didn't look at them, as they usually got upset over crying patients.

two trays were set down on the floor. water, two small white pills, a piece of bread, and soggy stew.

"your eyes are watery." a nun said harshly.

kit smiled lightly.

"oh come on."

kit was pulled by the arm and pushed up against the wall. we both knew what was coming.

"no, please. he wasn't crying!" i yelled, but they pushed me away so i couldn't come near him.

kit was beaten, pretty badly too. i couldn't help but tear up while i watched this all unfold, but i made sure not to let them see any tears.

once they left, i ran over to kit. i gently placed my hand onto his red face, cupping his cheeks.

"are you okay?"

"don't touch me." he whispered, pulling away from me.

kit shakily wiped his tears and stood up, then climbed into bed and faced away from me. he was shaking, and i could tell he was hurting.

i looked over at the bland food that sat in the corner, and then back at him. i was tired of living like this.

i knew he needed his privacy, so i sat down and ate a little of the food that was given to us.

"kit..shouldn't you eat something?"

he slammed his hand against his head, "NO! fucking stop, okay?" he yelled.

kit never yelled at me, and i mean never so i was a little scared.

"are you mad at me?"

i came to sit on the side of the small bed we shared.

a soft sob broke through his lips. i pulled him close to me, and hugged him. he clung to me, his sobs taking over him.

"it's okay. i know. shh." i cooed.

i could see parts of his body starting to bruise over.

as soon as he was starting to calm down, and instead hiccup through his tears, there was a loud yell.