Sarah Paulson Mental Health One-Shots

Don't Do It -Sally Mckenna

TW: Suicide, pills, razors, depression, fluff(?)

prompt: Sally stops you from making the biggest mistake of your young life.

requested by anonymous:)

word count: 1293

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The Hotel Cortez

You stepped through the doors of the old, vintage musty hotel and took a moment to admire the interior. That's when you notice a frizzy-haired blonde woman glaring at you over a balcony. She was wearing a mid-length blood-red dress with puffed sleeves, white lace hems, ripped black tights, and the chunkiest black heels you've ever seen. Right as you make eye contact, she dramatically exhales her cigarette smoke and walks away.

"Hi, I'd like a room." You said shakily to the tall bald woman leaning on the front desk, applying lipstick in a small mirror beside her. She looks at you over her thin glasses and smacks her lips.

"Sure sweetheart." She says, turning around and taking a key from the wall behind her.

"I uhm really like your dress." You say, a little embarrassed. She hands you the key with a sincere smile.

If you were gonna kill yourself, you might as well have your last moments be polite.

"Oh why thank you so much!"

You nodded and headed for the elevator.

At least the last face you saw was a friendly one.

Liz:

I've said it before, I'll say it again. I know that look anywhere. The bolting nervous eyes, shaking, fidgeting hands, and wonky, shy smile.

Such a shame at such a young age. We get one of these people probably twice a month but I have to admit, I still get a little emotional. She only had a backpack and was probably only a teenager.

Suddenly a raspy voice that I know anywhere bombards my hearing.

"Hey, Cleopatra," Sally says, making me jump. I put my hand over my chest and take a deep breath. "Wow. There are over thousands of lost souls here and you still jump at the sound of my voice, Liz?" She asks in a teasing manner as she takes a drag from her cigarette.

"Sally get out of here."

"Who was that chick?"

"Oh just the third suicidal person here this month. You know how it is this time of year. Just hope she doesn't make a mess of one of the rooms. If we're lucky she just uses a rope... or pills. I'm getting tired of having to clean brain matter off the damn walls from some taking it to the head." I sigh, picking up my magazine and thumbing through the pages.

"Well shit Liz why'd you just let her go?!"

"Uhh, Sally since when do you care about the "low life losers" that decide to off themselves here?"

"When it's someone who still has a chance at a future you bitch! She's like what...17?!"

"Well I don't know. I didn't make her fill out an application to see if she was eligible to become another worthless ghost of someone who never really mattered." I sighed, rolling my eyes. Even I have to admit, it sounded a little harsh but you kind of get used to it after a while.

"You can talk when you actually know how it feels," Sally growls in my ear. Just as I'm about to snap back, the bitch is gone. Probably to go smoke or drink or cry or shoot some heroin. Whatever it is, I don't give a shit. I roll my eyes once more and turn back around, going back to my magazine and scoff.

Someone really needs to teach these voguers how to vogue.

y/n:

As soon as I get in the door of my hotel room, I waste no time in opening my backpack and laying out my options so no one has time to stop me.

A knife,

Razor blades,

A rope,

Or pills.

I decided pills would probably be the most peaceful way to go.

I can't believe I'm finally going through with this but it was all too much. My mother hated me and practically disowned me after I came out to her, I was failing at everything, my life was complete shit. I just wanted it all to end.

I sat on the bed and opened the pills and just as I'm about to pour about ten into my mouth, a firm grip takes hold of my hand.

"You don't wanna do that." She says sternly.

"Who the hell are you?" I say through tears.

"Someone who knows what will happen if you do this."

"Please, just leave. Just act like you never saw me."

"No. I won't do that. A pretty, young girl like you doesn't deserve to die in a shit hole like this."

"Yeah right. I deserve the worst I can get. You wouldn't understand."

I go to throw the pills to the back of my throat but the mysterious woman grabs them with her other hand and chucks them across the room. She then takes the bottle that contained the rest of the pills and discards those as well.

"HEY!" I yelled with tears in my eyes. She suddenly grasps my cheeks harshly with one had and pushes me down on the bed.

"Now you listen to me."

"GET OFF OF ME!" I scream. She presses her hand over my mouth and I just glare at her beautiful, broken face with wide eyes.

"SHHH. I'm helping you." She hissed. "Don't do this y/n."

I tear her hand away from my mouth and breathe deeply.

"How the fuck do you know my name?"

"I'm a ghost. I just do."

"You're fucking crazy."

"I'm no crazier than you, baby. You were about to kill yourself in a two-star review hotel room."

"Please just let me die, whoever the hell you are." I cry, trying to push her off me but she pins my arms down with her legs.

"I'm Sally. Now, why don't you be a good girl, sit up, tell me allll your worries? Maybe I could do something to subside them." Sally whispers, brushing a finger down my lips.

She sits back up, still straddling my waste and releases my arms from under her knees. I just stare at her with fear.

"I said sit up baby." She says with predatory eyes. I scramble to sit up on my elbows and quickly crawled back until I hit the headboard. She carefully and slowly crawls towards me. She eventually straddles my stomach and lifts my chin up. "So beautiful and innocent. What did the world have to do to beat up someone so perfect?"

I didn't even know this woman but I somehow felt safe with her. More cared for than I have my whole life.

"Because Sally, I'm a piece of shit. I just don't give a fuck. So how about you get the fuck away from me and let me-"

My words were cut off by her dark red lips meeting mine. Just as I start to melt into the kiss, I push her off of me, making her roll over on the bed. I run to the door and out into the hallway.

Right as I turn the corner, Sally stands in front of me. She pushes me against the wall, making me gasp and grasps my neck harshly. She kisses my lips once again and I close my eyes, letting it happen.

After a moment, she pulls away and we're in a completely different room.

"How the fuck did we-"

"Hush now baby girl and come rest. You seem tired. We'll talk in the morning alright?"

a/n: that ending was shit im sorry🙁 I also caught covid and feel like absolute crap and dying so im sorry but this is the best you're getting tonight kitty cats😭