𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍| 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 [Discontinued]

𝐱𝐢𝐢. 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

Warnings: Mature Language, Psychosis, Psychotic Episodes, Schizophrenia, Medication, Abuse, Violence, Blood, Crying, Mentions of Rape, Mentions of Abuse, Torture, Threats, Discriminatory language on those in psych (I dont agree but I write from a POV), Rape, Mentions of Past Abuse/ Sexual Abuse.

A/N: Envision Allison Fletcher as whoever you like, I picture her age as 21 however. I've also casted Ron Perlman as Clayton Vause who is Negan's father and has a history with Coraline.

Unedited Chap!

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗩𝗘

❝𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀.❞

𝐈 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 staring up at the dim; damp ceiling. I felt as if I were having constant mood swings, I felt so much rage yet I felt numb. Carol had no right to imprison me in a newfound hell. I avoiding places like these for so long yet now I was trapped. With the freaks. My cellmate sings from dusk till dawn, she bangs her head when she's mad and she seems to know who I am, which is terrible. She sings that I'm a child killer,  she talks in her sleep and even when she's medicated she's still fucking insane. Fletcher has a fixation on me as she's liked to remind me the past two days. "Kiddy Killers finally awake." She piped up, turning to look at me.

"Ah, how I missed your voice ringing through my ears." I sarcastically commented to her. I wasn't afraid, none of these people scared me. The young girl shot up and stormed towards me, gripping onto my face, "If you carry on mouthing off, bitch, then I'm gonna get nasty and you don't wanna see me when I'm nasty." Allison threatened me. I pushed her off of me and to the ground. "You don't know who you're messing with you psycho bitch." I snarled back.

I went to kick her once more yet something stopped me, "You think you're so smart, but you're just a dyke and a freak. I will fucking get you, I rule this place." The young girl threatened and I looked at her, gritting my teeth together. I didn't respond to her, because my father used to say those exact things to me before he'd attack me or my mom brutally. I stepped back, "That's what I thought." She scowled before walking off towards her gang.

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"𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 files you were diagnosed with schizophrenia at the age of sixteen, it's a shame you didn't tell us sooner, maybe you could've gotten into Florida." The doctor told me, "I don't want to be in Florida." I told him coldly as he blinded me with the lights that he flashed in my eyes. "You know being in Florida-" He went to say, removing the light from my eyes and sitting back down. "I said I don't want to be in Florida." I sternly repeated. "You really should've seen the doctor sooner." He tutted.

"Why's that?" I wondered, glancing to him. "Miss Westfall, your condition has massively declined over the years. From what I can see, you need a higher dose of your medication and I think for the time being you need to stay here in the psych ward." The doctor told me, I scoffed. "Forgive me, but I feel perfectly fine. Nothing's wrong with me doctor. I've learnt to control my thoughts, I've never felt-" I went to list on.