Jared Leto • Imagines (editing)

disorder (yj) (au)

I'm sorry if I'm not accurate with the mental home stuff, but I did get inspired this idea from the movie girl, interrupted. Also with borderline personality disorder, my cousin has it, so I don't mean to offend anyone. Chris Evans is in this too!! You'll spot him soon ;) enjoy!

"And why does this particular career path interest you miss. (y/l/n)"

"Well..." You begin fixing your posture as gathered your words. "The feeling I get when I know I've made a difference in someones life is absolutely incredible. I think that the best way to help a person is showing them that you really care."

"Is that so?" the middle aged women with sheer pantyhose and a orange tint to her lips questioned you.

A little embarrassed you got of track with your thoughts, you toughened your expression. "Yes ma'm"

She typed something on her computer, balancing loosely on her nose, her oval glasses, that hung on a chain secured around her neck.

Your hands rose above your head to fix your all too tight ballerina bun, required for this internship, so the patients wouldn't be 'tempted' to grasp any loose stands.

It made your eyes stretch longer and elongated your lengthy eyelashes. You liked the way it looked.

"Here at BlueBush, patients come in and out everyday, along with workers, that either can't keep up, or get too terrified of our tenants."

You gulped. She eyed you up and down.

"If I put you in the men's ward, I need to know you can handle it." She stressed.

"I can handle it ." You assure, as she quirked an eyebrow.

"Ma'm" you finish, and she swivels her chair to stand.

"Susanna!" She bowls, the sound of her thick heels clamping around the desk matched the frequency of her voice.

A woman with short choppy black hair waltzed in with a clipboard and a anxious looked weighing her. Wrinkles cricked her eye corners, and her figure was coated pale.

"Yes maggie?"

"This is (y/n), our new volunteer." She stepped in as the woman spoke and shook your hand.

"Hello"

"Hi Hun."

"Give her a tour of the wards and the yard. But steer clear of the west stairs, jerry's still cleaning up the incident." Fearful your eyes slightly widened and Susanna nodded as Maggie handed her papers.

"Alright, follow me y/n" she directed leading you out the office.

You walked beside her scanning the halls, your hand stuffed in the pockets of your stretchy black pants.

She noticed your nerves.

"You'll be fine." She squeezed your arm as you both turned a corner.

"Are they that bad?" You curiously ask, watching her flip though her notes.

"These aren't criminals, (y/n), these are the mentally ill. That's why their here. They have one hell of the potential to become one."