Sarah Paulson Mental Health One-Shots

Talk to Me -Tammy

TW: Self harm

Word count: 1899

prompt: You're the daughter of Debbie Ocean and as she's planning the biggest jewel heist in history, you start to feel left out and even pretty sad. But you couldn't hold her back with your problems. This never went unnoticed by Tammy though. You had lived with Tammy for a while, when your mom was in prison. You went into Tammy's care for three years and then Lou, and then finally back with your mother after five years, eight months, and twelve days but you couldn't feel more alone.

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It was another day in the old warehouse you currently lived it with your mom Debbie and her girlfriend Lou. You drag yourself out of bed and throw on a tight long sleeve shirt, sweatpants, and knitted socks. You walk downstairs to find everyone working hard, doing their part in your mom's huge plan. Debbie walks past you, barely acknowledging your presence.

"Hey mom." You say with a smile.

"Oh. Hey sweetheart." She says, turning back around and kissing the top of your head and quickly walked off, going back to work. Lou also passed you and roughed your hair.

"Hey kiddo. Your mom and I are going out. See you later."

She jogs up to Debbie and they head out the door. You stand there for a moment and sigh. That was until Constance skates by you on her skateboard, yelling.

"Watch out!" She yells as she almost falls. Tammy runs to you, trying to catch up to her.

"Constance not in the house please!" Tammy scolds, standing next to you.

"Sorry!" Constance yells from a distance. Tammy rolls her eyes and looks over at you, taking your face in her hands with a concerned expression.

"Hey sweetheart, are you feeling okay? Your eyes are all red."

"Yeah it's just...allergies."

"Are you sure?" She asks, stroking your face.

"Yes Tammy, I'm fine." You laughed, removing her hand from your face.

"Okay sweetheart. Do you want some breakfast?"

"Yes please." You replied. Tammy nodded with a sweet smile and heads to the kitchen. You follow her and she sets down a plate of pancakes with syrup, whipped cream and strawberries. "Oh wow, thanks Tammy." You laugh.

"Of course baby."

"You used to make this when I lived with you." You said quietly.

"I know. It was always your favorite." Tammy said with a sad smile as she turned back to you. Tammy missed when you lived with her. She had known you since you were born and took you in for three years once Debbie went to prison. But then she had her own kids and you felt like a burden to her even though she wanted nothing more than for you to stay. You eventually called Lou and she took you in for the next two, almost three years.

"Where did mom and Lou go?" You asked, cutting up the pancakes.

"The museum." She replies with a sigh as she sits down across from you.

"Oh. I just wish mom would bring me to some of these places. I mean I could help too."

"I know. It's just, well you know your mom. Everything has to be perfect."

"I don't even know why she bothered to take me in again. I mean she doesn't even want me around."

"Hey." Tammy says sternly as she placed her hand on your cheek, making you look at her. "That is not true. The first thing your mom did when she got out of prison was come back for you. She missed you so much."