Purified || Austin Carlile // AU

NAME

Violet Anne Sparkes

AGE

18

HEIGHT

5'6

WEIGHT

100lbs

DATE OF LAST INSPECTION

16/02/14

DATE OF CURRENT INSPECTION

23/03/14

DIAGNOSTIC IMPRESSION AT ADMISSION

Borderline Personality

Moderate Depression

Anxiety

Anorexia Nervosa

ESTABLISHED DIAGNOSIS, MENTAL DISORDER/S

Boderline Personality

Severe Depression

SESSION NOTES

Patient is extremely distressed after the recent suicide of roomate.

Patient has shown signs of potential self harm/suicidal thoughts and/or actions.

I have recommended that the patient recieves an increased amount of medication to sleep and to recieve medication for any anxiety that could possibly occur.

I have also recommended that the patient sees me, Dr. George Jenkins, three times a month, and her regular therapist four times a week.

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"That's bullshit!" I screamed, my throat burning from the force, and unusually hight octave, of my voice. "She's fucking dead! How dare you?!" I lunged for the girl.

I didn't know who she was, but she was disrespecting Bethany.

Bethany's been my roomate since I got here three years ago. But, last Tuesday, it all got too much for her. She hung herself with a strip of a sheet she found in one of the nurse's cupboards.

She did it in the middle of the night, in the basement, so no one found her until the janitor came in for his shift the next day.

"She was weak!" The girl yelled as I grabbed shoulders. "You're weak, too." She sneered just before I threw her to the ground.

Unfortunately, before I could rip the girl's head off and kick her guts out, two orderly's stepped in, grabbing me by the arms as a third one grabbed my legs and dragged me out into the hall.

I thrashed against their holds, but my fragile one hundred pound body couldn't, and would never match their combined weight of nearly four hundred pounds.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I kicked out my foot, managing to hit the guy in the stomach. He let out a low sound of pain and dropped my legs. "I can fucking walk!" I ripped my arms from their hands and stood in front of them, expecting them to latch onto me again at any minute.

They didn't.

That's because my nurse, Constance, stood in between them and me.

"Violet," she warned, her eyes were dark and serious.

"It wasn't my fault! You should of heard the things she was saying about Beth!" I said through gritted teeth.

"I don't think I do." She gave me a small smile before dismissing the orderly's. "Now, sit." Constance pointed to the row of chairs and I slumped down in one, letting my eyes wander the main area.

I frowned as my gaze landed upon a boy, no older than myself, staring at me with frightened eyes. They were wild with intruige, but weariness.

His dark brown eyes looked up at the adult figure next to him who just simply nodded at him as if to say 'yeah, she's crazy, huh?'.

His hair was cut short, making him seem cleaner than most of the teenage male patients here who had long, greasy hair with awkward stubble.

This boy didn't look crazy, he seemed serene and kind. I'm not saying that people who are insane are assholes, but most of us are.

Constance walked up to him and the adult figure, having a brief conversation with them before pointing the boy in my direction and taking the adult into the office.

I tensed as the boy made small, shaky steps to the three chairs that lined the far wall.

I now realise that where I sat was a mistake. I chose the middle seat for some unknown reason, and now this poor boy has to sit next to the crazy bitch who he just witnessed have some sort of breakdown no less than five minutes beforehand.

The boy sat, perched actually, on the edge of the seat, leaning away from me. I managed to get a closer look at him, though.

He had worry lines etched into his face which looked tired and upset. His full lips were turned into a miniscule frown as he surveyed his surroundings.

"You don't look crazy." I mumbled, squinting at him. Maybe he was just here to visit someone. His head whipped around at the sound of my voice. He coughed uncomfortably and turned his whole body to face me, still leaning away.

"That's because I'm not." He snapped, causing a tiny smirk to make it's way onto my face.

"Then why the fuck are you here?" I replied fast, matching the sourness of his tone. He raised an eyebrow and let out a dark chuckle.

"Apparently trying to kill yourself is bad and it ends up getting you thrown into a loony bin." He rolled his eyes.

"Oh," I nodded. "You'll have fun with Dr. Jenkins, then." The boy raised his eyebrow in question. "He's the 'specialist' on suicide. That complete asshole just bumped up my meds and therapy sessions." I told him, bitterness dripping from my tongue.

"You attempted suicide, too?" He asked, clearly suprised.

"You betcha." I gave him a fake smile and turned away. What a fucking weirdo. Who the Hell gets happy about meeting someone who tried to kill themselves?

The boy sighed but said nothing until Constance and the adult figure he had with him left the office. The man had forms in his hand, but he quickly shoved them into his bag.

"Well, son." The man began. The boy stood up and hugged, who I am assuming to be, his father. "I'll be back soon to get you." He returned the boy's gesture before he let go and turned away, being led out of the door by Constance.

I stood up to leave and go back to my room, even though I know Constance would throw a shit fit, when the boy spoke.

"I'm Austin." I turned to him. "Austin Carlile." He held out his hand and I shook it quickly before letting go.

"Violet Sparkes." I deadpanned, turning on my heel and leaving the boy, Austin, alone.

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woo! Austin!

as stated, this is an AU fic, meaning things will be set in a different time zone, e.g i am placing this story in 2013/2014 and obviously Austin wasn't eighteen at this time. other band members and/or famous people will appear in this story, but, of course, will not be famous. most bands/celebrities will not exist unless stated otherwise.

this book is also influenced by Girl, Interruped - Susanna Kaysen, so if any parts seem similar to the book or film, that is why.

i hope you enjoy this(!!!!)