Sarah Paulson Mental Health One-Shots

Addiction -Cordelia Goode

TW: Drinking, smoking, panic attack

word count: 1859

a/n: I accidentally published this without a trigger warning because I usually put them once i'm done writing I am really sorry if anyone read this without a needed warning.

Hung over. Again.

"y/n wake up. It's time for class. Myrtle's gonna kill us if we're late, get up." Zoe says, shaking your shoulder.

"Ugh go away." You groaned, pushing her chest without looking at her.

"y/n did you drink again last night?" Zoe asked nervously.

"What do you think?" You asked, turning your head to look at her. Zoe rolls her eyes and goes for the door.

"Well. That ones on you." She says dryly as she closes the door and goes downstairs. Just as she goes to close it though, Cordelia catches it and looks confused. She walks over to you as you sit up, rubbing your eyes.

"Hey sweetheart, class starts in five and by the looks of it, you haven't even brushed your teeth yet. What's up?" She asks, picking up laundry and folding them.

"I have an awful headache." You groaned, still rubbing your eyes.

"y/n this is the third time this week. Are you sick?"

Cordelia goes to sit down on the bed with a concerned face until her foot hits something that starts rolling, under the bed. You close your eyes and sigh. "Cordelia." You say as she leans over to grab it. She then scoffs with disappointment when she finds an empty bottle of vodka.

"y/n is this yours?"

"...Yeah." You sigh.

"y/n you are 16 years old. You should not be drinking. This isn't like you what is going on?"

"It's nothing it was just a one time thing I swear."

"Are you sure? Because this is a big bottle. Too much for one night."

"Yes Cordelia I swear. It was half empty when I found it."

"Where did you even get this?" She asks.

"Madison had an old stash. Not to snitch. But I think she forgot about it anyways. ...And I'm guessing I get dishes for the next week..." Cordelia rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

"That's right kiddo." She says with a sarcastic grin as she taps a hand on your thigh. She picks the folded laundry back up and goes to your drawer. You lay back down and look up at the ceiling with your hand over your head, forgetting what was in that drawer. "y/n!" She yells.

"What?" You say, sitting up only to find Cordelia holding up a pack of cigarettes. "Oh shit. Cordelia-"

"No! y/n I'm taking these!"

"What?! Madisons smoked enough cigarettes to giver her lung cancer twice!"

"Madison is 21. As much as it bothers me, she can make her own decisions."

"Whatever." You say, getting up and heading for the bathroom. Cordelia was quick to grasp your wrist and looks at you with pleading eyes.

"y/n please talk to me."

"Jesus Cordelia what else do you want from me?! You won't let me starve myself, you won't let me cut myself, you won't let me drink or smoke. What are you my mother?! Am I not aloud to feel anything?!"

Cordelia's eyes were now filled with tears and she shakes her head.

"No. Not like this." She says. "I can't see you hurting again y/n."