Sarah Paulson Mental Health One-Shots

Help Me.

Tw: body image, depression

requested by sarahpaulsonismyfave

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"And they lived happily ever after," you whispered, slowly closing the book to reveal the sleeping eight year old in front of you. You smile and gently kiss his forehead before going downstairs to the living room to wait for Ally to get home.

Today was terrible. You always thought you had the perfect life when you and Ally had gotten together. You were a regular customer at the Butchery on Main, seeing you worked at the bookstore/ coffee shop right next door.

You would always walk in for lunch or breakfast with your own coffee from the shop and Ally would always pester you about bringing your own coffee, saying that you should at least try the kind they had at the restaurant. You always refused with a laugh, telling her all about how they've sold the same coffee since your grandmother opened the shop in the sixties and how it would be like a betrayal to switch to another coffee. Especially a competitor like the restaurant.

That was until she insisted on a "get together" as she called it, to try each other's coffee just once.

And it was all like heaven after that.

Now, you lived in her large house with her son Oz. She was senator while still managing the restaurant and you still owned the same old shop and you wouldn't have it any other way.

But recently, things have been so different. Everything just feels like a chore which just made you feel guilty. People had it much worse than you and you've barely been able to get out of bed lately.

You decided that tonight was going to be the night that you tell Ally how you've been feeling. All of the stress, body issues, and just feeling so so very sad. Ally was always very nurturing and protective so you had no doubt she would be wrapping you in blankets, cuddling with you and serving you tea as you watch a movie. You zoned out on the couch, thinking of all the wonderful things Ally always does to make you feel better until the sound of the front door slamming made you jump.

Ally comes storming into the living room, frustratedly kicking her shoes off and throwing her purse on the couch, not even glancing at you as she storms to the kitchen.

"Hey babe," you said quietly but loud enough for her to hear.

"I've had the WORST day," she thundered, pouring herself a glass of wine. You sigh before getting up and walking to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry honey. What happened?

She takes a sip, shaking her head with her arms crossed.

"Just please tell me Oz is in bed."

"Y-yeah he is," you replied, looking down at the floor as she pinches the bridge of her nose with stress.

"His homework done?"

"Yup."

"Laundry?"

"All done."

"Did you eat dinner?"

"Y-yes."

lie.

"Did you take your meds?"

"N-not yet."

Ally just sighs and slams the cabinet door after retrieving your pill bottle, practically shoving it into your chest as she storms to the living room.

"I can't be doing everything around here y/n. So if you could remember the simplest thing that would be great."