Sarah Paulson Mental Health One-Shots

Stop Growing -Ally Mayfair-Richards x Diane Sherman Pt. 2

TW: Self harm, violent panic attack, restraining, mention of depression and anxiety

The next morning, you wake up and it was rather gloomy out. It was cold in your room and you still felt loopy. To be honest, probably still high. Looking at the alarm beside you, you saw it was 6 am and you hear your two moms downstairs talking. Four hours of sleep will just have to do.

Everything didn't feel real. You felt like you were in a dark, rainy movie. Looking in the mirror, you looked a mess. The braids in your hair were all tussled and your makeup was a bit smudged under your eyes. You took a makeup wipe and took that off, looking at your figure. You were wearing a cream colored tank top with tiny blue flowers on it and grey sweatpants. You always wished you looked more like your moms, even though you were adopted. You were three years old when they finally got you. They waited so so so long and had been ready for you since you were a baby.

You felt so guilty that you betrayed them and put them through so much stress. They probably only pretended to care for you so you wouldn't misbehave anymore.

As of now, you were starving. You deserved it though. After everything, you didn't deserve to eat. Thoughts like that always flooded your mind. One of the many that your moms had no idea about.

That's when Diane's figure appeared behind you at the door. You turned around to see her with a glass of water in her hand and you hold your arms with a nervous expression.

"Hey honey. How you feeling?" she asks, handing you the glass. You shrug and take it from her, bringing it to your lips and taking a sip. You sit on your bed without saying anything and she looks to you with a concerned expression. "You're hungry aren't you? I know that look," she chuckled, going to rub your arm but you quickly move it away.

"No."

"y/n, sweetheart what's wrong?"

You just huff and get back under the covers, covering your head with them as tears started forming in your eyes.

"y/n-"

"NO!"

"No what? Baby, please talk to me. Do you want me to get mom?"

"NO!"

"Okay okay," she whispered, sitting down and gently rubbing your back. "...Mom has to get to work. She's going to want to come say goodbye."

You stay quiet and hear footsteps approaching the door. Ally looks confused as she walks to you and Diane.

"Is she asleep?" she asks.

Diane shakes her head, now running her thumb over your soft hair.

"y/n, I have to leave for work. Can I get a hug goodbye?" You stay under the covers and Diane looks to her. "Sweetheart, ...can mommy please have a hug?" Ally continued.

"No."

"I really hope you're not mad at us y/n. We didn't do anything wrong you should be lucky you're not in trouble."

"Ally-" Diane started to say.

"No," you quipped once again. The two women look at each other. Ally nods her head to the side for Diane to leave the room for a moment. Diane looks back to you and retracted her hand from your back before going to the hallway with Ally.

"What's going on with her? The last time she was almost non responsive was when she had her last episode. Diane, I'm so worried."

"Shhh my love it's alright. She's probably just still a little affected from last night. It's only been four hours. I'll be with her all day. I'll take care of her."