y/n romanov is a small town girl with bpd, a year before she attempted and was sent to a mental institution. everyone forgot about her, until now.
BTW Y/N, VANCE, ROBIN AND FINNEY ARE ALL IN THE SAME GRADE!
"checks" the old fat lady said as she bursted through the door, "what the fuck" you exclaim in a sleepy voice rubbing your eyes. she shines a thin beam of light into your face before saying, "have a good last day, y/n" while leaving and slamming the door shut. last day? you jerk your head to look at your clock, 6.47 am. today was the day, the day you would go home. thinking about 'home' you couldn't drift back to sleep, you exit your room and wander to the cafeteria, "breakfast isn't till 7.30, you know that darlin'" a voice said in a disgusting, irritating accent. "yes i know barbara" you said as you walked past her waving, "it's miss coaster to you!" she shouted as you strolled away
you walked into the common area and saw a few woman crowded around the tv. rosa sat eating jello, lily was knitting and singing and miss cardinal was petting an ugly, taxidermy (stuffed) cat. you stare at her for a moment, she was so strange. she was an old woman, most definitely in her mid 70s and always petted the same, dead, cat. she caught you looking at her and you quickly turned away, "hey where did you get that!" you say snatching the jello out of rosa's hand. "give that back" she said pulling it back, "i snuck into the cafeteria okay! keep your voice down before miss hussleman hears you!" miss hussleman was one of the staff and she was the worst. everyone hated her! you walked round to the foot of the tv, "why are you all up so early?" you ask, no response. rosa grabbed your hair and pulled you backwards, "i want to braid it" she said, neatly splitting your hair into 3 sections. a few hours passed and finally it was your time to leave. "bye little one!" the woman shouted. they called you little one because you were the youngest, they were all 20+ and you were just 15. you said your goodbyes and hopped into the back of the yellow cab.
this is what your wearing btw
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(black jumper tho - change if u want)
you're scared, denver mental hospital was your home now, not that town. you had pretty much forgotten everything about that place, you hated it.
the cab slowed and you looked out the window at your dull house. home sweet home. "thanks" you say while handing the driver a 20 and walking up the front porch. 3 big bags slumped over your body. you blew 3 loud bangs on the door and it was swung open almost immediately. your aunt answered the door, "my goodness y/n! was today the day? i'm so sorry i would have come and got you!" she says dragging you inside. both your mother and father passed away when you were young so it was just you and aunt svet. your russian (hence the weird name) but you were raised in america so everything about you in american. "it's okay тетушка," (auntie) "i forgot aswell" you say laughing, "i'm going to unpack and i will come back down!" you say, "okay возлюбленная" (beloved/sweetheart) she replies. you run up the stairs into your room, you remember this place like the back of your hand. your room hadn't changed at all, all the AC/DC posters were still up, there was still holes in the walls and the sheets were the same. that seemed slightly unhygienic but your aunt must have cleaned then because they smelt fresh as daisys. you collapse into your bed and just lay there staring at the ceiling, you turn on some music and pull a cigarette out of your pocket. opening the window you blow the smoke out, you don't want to stink up the whole house on your first night back. you look opposite your window and see THE house. HIS house. MOOSES house. his room was directly opposite yours, practically looking into it. you have moose. him and his friends used to bully you, when you were a pathetic looser. you had no friends and couldn't fight. being in the hospital taught you some stuff and you had become quite the fighter. still no friends though.
you saw moose walk into the room you were staring at and he sees you. "ho.ly.shit" you see him mouth with pauses in the middle. you stick your finger up at him and blow the last of the smoke out the window, dropping the cigarette to the floor.
(btw i'm not russian so if the translations are wrong pls correct me, also i know it's not the best first chapter but trust the process😭) word count - 758
