Choni one shots

136: The One in the Institution

TONI POV:

I my heart starts racing, I can't breathe, I'm sweating and I have tunnel vision. I slide down the wall. I don't know what else happened but I somehow ended up in the nurse. I roll over with a groan realizing I have a splitting headache. "Toni..." I look over and see a girl with red hair. "You're not real!" I whisper. "You're part my imagination and you are my anxiety." I say. "I'm real! You're the one who doesn't want me to be." She whispers. I reach over to poke her. "You're not real! You're not fucking real!" I yell. "I'm right here." She says quietly. "Toni, sweetheart." I jump up. I look at my mom. "I came to pick you up." She smiles. I look over and She's gone. "Toni... you ok?" She ask quietly. "Yeah!" I lie sitting up shaking out of my skin. "Come on." She helps me go to the car. "What's wrong?" She ask quietly. I look down. "Nothing I just had a panic attack over nothing." I whisper. "That's a lie. You're gonna tell me or you won't tell me and you will spend time in the hospital again." She whispers. "No!" I panic. "Toni..." She looks at me. "Please!" I beg. "Toni I'm sorry." She whispers as we go to the hospital. I take a deep breath trying to keep calm. "I don't want to go!" She parks the car. "Toni, you had a panic attack in the middle of the hall and when I came to pick you up you were yelling at a wall." She tells me. "She's back, isn't she?" I nod.

I wake up with a slitting head ache. "The drugs are wearing off aren't they?" I look over and see the girl. "You're not real." I whisper. "You're in my head to fuck with me." She looks at me confused. "I think I've met you once and it was in here." She whispers. "What day is it?" I ask quietly. "If you're real you would know." I add. "It's Tuesday." She says. "How do I know you aren't fucking with me?" I ask sitting up. She looks at me. "What's my birthday?" I ask. She grabs my arm and see's my wrist. "June 3rd 2001." She whispers. "You are real." She nods. "Cheryl Blossom." She reaches her hand out for me to shake. "People call me Toni." I shake it. "Everyone in here is gonna try and call my Antoinette." I whisper. She sits down on the bed next to mine and faces me. "Why are you in here?" She ask quietly. "I ahh... have really bad anxiety, and I have ahh... voices in my head and I have hallucinations where I imagine people from my past." I confess. "Is that why you thought I was fake?" She ask quietly. I nod. "I didn't even know you were until today. I don't know why I was imagining you and I'm sorry if that creeps you out." She nods. "It's fine." She says looking at me. "What about you?" I ask her. "My brother killed him self and my family is a nightmare! I have depression and tried to kill myself. Luckily my friend was there to fine me." She explains. "I'm sorry." I whisper. "Where are you from?" I ask quietly. "Riverdale, you?" She ask quietly. "Greendale." She nods. "Do you know Sabrina?" She ask quietly. "I know of her. I don't go to the same school as her though but I know one of her friends. Only because we're both in a LGBT thing." I explain. "Why?" I ask quietly. "I think her parents worked with my parents." I shake my head. "That's impossible, her parents died when she was a baby, it might be her aunts." I tell her. "Is Riverdale actually the murder capital of the world?" I ask quietly. "Definitely." She smiles. "Is Greendale actually haunted?" She ask quietly. "Or something like that." I whisper. "I don't know, there's rumors of witch craft." I add.

We've been in our room talking for hours. Cheryl is really nice, we actually have a lot in common. "What was the final straw for your parents to send you here?" Cheryl ask quietly. "It's just me and my mom. My dad is in the army, I'm not really close with him." I whisper. She sits up. "I asked about how you ended up here." She whispers. "Like I tried to kill myself. You have anxiety and see people, it's not like you would do anything to harm yourself." She says quietly. "I passed out in the middle of the hallway, woke up in the nurse and was yelling at a wall. That was the 3rd time that week." I explain not even looking at her. "You said you've seen me here before, this isn't your first time here?" I ask quietly. She shakes her head. "No. It's not my first and it's probably not my last time being stuck in here." She whispers. "My mom and I were thinking about moving to Riverdale so I can start new." I say. "Maybe we- we can keep each other out of here." I suggest. "Even if I stay in Greendale, I'm only a 10 minute drive, even though my license was taken away from me." She looks at me confused. "I had a hallucination a few months ago and crashed my car into Sweetwater." She sits up. "That was you?" She ask quietly. I nod ashamed. "They thought I was to emotionally unstable to have my license. I guess it's the right decision." I say sitting up. I notice Cheryl is sweating like crazy and has shakes. "You ok?" I ask her quietly. "Yeah, I got here about an hour after you did, I got out of the actual hospital and was sent here, it's been a couple of days since I did it." She explains. "That doesn't explain the shakes and sweating." She looks at me. "When you have a family like me, you lose your mind and for get what being normal is like, I had enough with my family and I ran away, I had to couch surf and I had to do anything for a place to stay and I needed money so I dealt drugs and slowly because addicted to cocaine, before I tried to kill myself I relapsed. I'm just starting to go through withdrawal." She tells me. "It's nothing, I'm under the right meds and what not so I'm not gonna die, I still have the symptoms." She says looking at me. "I'm sorry." I look at her. "My family isn't as fucked up, I don't really know my real father he died in a car accident when I was 1 but my step father is more of a father to me." I tell her. "What makes you have hallucinations and all that shit?" She ask quietly. "My best friend killed himself in 5th grade and I blame myself for it even though I know I had nothing to do with it. I had an emotional breakdown a few months later and I spiraled and I haven't stopped ever since." I tell her. "My anxiety was bad before but it got worse. I've- I've always had anxiety."