Sarah Paulson Mental Health One-Shots

I'm Here- Cordelia & Fiona Goode

TW: Suicide attempt, depression, loss of appetite.

Word count: 3444

a/n: yes I'm doing another cordelia story until I get some suggestions bc I love her sm. Also Fiona is in this story bc I love her too. Btw Fiona isn't like "evil" in this story, but she's still mean and her and Cordelia still fight.

prompt: after cordelia and fiona catch on to your depressive behaviors, they try to make sure you're okay only to see what you've done to yourself.

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It was another day at Miss Robichaux's Academy for witches. Meant for talented and special girls but all you could do was lay in bed today, staring at the ceiling or sleeping. You had lived at the coven for a few months now and everyone talks about how amazing you feel when your powers start growing but you feel anything other than that. It wasn't because of your powers growing it was just how you missed your normal life and couldn't bring yourself to do anything. Cordelia had noticed how much you had been acting different and so distant for the past few weeks and had grown extremely concerned especially since you had become so close. Even Fiona was worried. Despite their constant rivalries against each other, they both had such a soft spot for you.

It was 7:00 am. Just when Cordelia would wake everyone up.

"Rise and shine ladies! It's time for morning gathering!"

She finally reached your door and jiggles the handle after knocking.

"y/n are you up sweetheart? ...y/n?"

After a second of knocking again and calling your name a few more times, you hear the clacking of Fiona's heels approaching your door along Cordelia.

"What's wrong?" Fiona asks blandly to Cordelia.

"It's y/n. She's not waking up." She whispered back, thinking you couldn't hear them. Suddenly, you hear the lock of your door click as Fiona used her powers to unlock it.

"Mother don't-"

Before Cordelia could protest, Fiona was walking towards your bed as you faced the wall opposite of the door.

"y/n." Fiona said as Cordelia watched from the door. She grasped your shoulder and shook it lightly. "y/n darling you have to get up."

You didn't respond and just pulled the covers over your head. Fiona pulled them back down and you sigh.

"I'm tired." You say quietly with tears threatening to escape your eyes.

"Well I don't care if you're tired y/n. You're not staying in your room all day again alright? Now get up."

"Mother." Cordelia sounds from the door.

"Delia." Fiona snapped back. "y/n come on."

You huff and slowly sit up, rubbing your eyes.

"Good girl. Now get ready and be downstairs as you're supposed to be. We haven't seen you since yesterday at breakfast." You look over at her and she actually seems shocked with how tired your face looked. "Jesus christ. What happened to you?" She moves her hand close to your face, moving your hair from it and you lightly push her hand away.

"Nothing I'm fine. Can I get ready now please?" You responded without eye contact but meet Cordelia's worried gaze from the door. She looked actually terrified.

"Yes yes of course..." Fiona responded before getting up from the bed and leaving the room, closing the door.

You take a minute before actually standing up on weak legs and go too your closet picking out a striped sweater and baggy jeans. You put on cable knit sweater socks that Cordelia made for you a little while ago. They were so warm and you loved the thought she put into them even thought they looked a little weird. It was her first time ever knitting so you had to give her some credit. You went into your bathroom and brushed your teeth and god was Fiona right. Your face looked like shit. It looked like it was caving in from lack of food. It wasn't like you meant to skip meals so often you were just so tired all the time, you would go to bed before dinner and often try and sleep through breakfast.