AN: Yes, yes, I do realize that I have three other stories that I'm writing right now, all of which are in need of an update, but I've had this story rolling around my head for months, so I decided to finally put it down in writing. If you haven't been able to guess by the title, or you haven't read the book or seen the movie, this story is based on the movie/book Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen. It's a true story of Susanna's time that she spent in a mental institution, and it's one of my favourite books and movies. If you haven't seen it, I suggest that you watch it, because it is amazing.

If you have seen the movie or read the book, you will find some similiarities in this story, though obviously the characters are different, etc. I've chosen to put some of the parts of the movie into this story, though they won't be exactly the same, you will recognise them when they're written and obviously, those ideas don't belong to me, they belong wholly to Susanna Kaysen. Mostly, this story will be different, as will the characters, who will not be like they are on the show, Orange is the New Black, for obvious reasons, as they are in a mental hospital.

This story is rated M for sexual scenes, violence, bad language and some very dark themes. There will be mentions and descriptions of self harm, along with a variety of mental illnesses, so if that's not your thing, or you can't stomach it, I suggest you don't read this story. I do not own the characters or the idea for this story, the characters belong to Piper Kerman and Jenji Kohan, and the basic idea for this story belongs to Susanna Kaysen.

This story, just like the others that I'm writing, is a long term story and since I've got so many other things that I'm writing also, will not be updated very regularly. I will not keep you waiting for weeks on end, but this is a warning that it will not be updated every few days either, so I'm apologizing in advance.

Now, enough of this super long AN, and on with the story. Let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy it!

Girl, Interrupted

"Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted." - Girl, Interrupted, Susanna Kaysen.

Red, it's all she saw; red splashes across the pavement, across her hands and face, red vision. It was a red hot fury that bubbled up in her chest, threatening to erupt from her throat in a roar as her fists kept making impact. Broken teeth cut into her knuckles, mixing her blood with the blood of her unfortunate victim; it was all a case of wrong time, wrong place, and wrong words.

"You ain't worthy of God's love, you ain't worthy of nobody's love!"

"No! No! No!" The word was repeated with every rapid swing, as she continued to pummel the almost unrecognizable face beneath her. Long blonde hair had darkened, soaked with blood, and the perfect, mocking smile was now shattered and broken and those blue eyes had disappeared long ago, swollen shut as they were. It was beyond satisfying to see that perfect, pale face turned into something so ugly; a reflection of what was inside, and she grinned ferally at the drastic transformation, it was fucking beautiful.

Hands closed around her biceps, pulling her away from the limp body of her enemy, but she hardly even noticed, she just kept swinging like a crazed woman. Attack, destroy, end it! Her mind kept screaming as she reached towards the woman with outstretched hands, an animalistic growl escaping from her throat. The blonde deserved what she got, deserved the pain inflicted on her; deserved to die. The hands gripped her tighter, digging into her flesh, and a voice shouted in her ear. "Piper! Piper, stop! Calm the fuck down! Oh, fuck, what have you done?"

Beginning to come out of her rage filled haze, blue eyes blink in shock as rough hands shake her into awareness. Her eyes take in the scene and she's horrified by the sight of the broken and bloody body on the floor, because something's not right. The hair that was once blonde is now a dark brown, and while the face of the woman is bruised and swollen, she knows it isn't the same woman she thought it was. Her very worst enemy, the blonde with the mocking laugh and taunting words had formed back into the young preacher, who was now limp and lifeless on the sidewalk, a drastic change from the feisty woman she'd met only minutes ago.

Her hands shake and she's hyperventilating, gasping for breath and red and blue lights are flashing in the distance, but they fade away into darkness as the ground rises up to meet her in a painful and welcome embrace.

"Miss Chapman? Miss Chapman? Piper."

The sound of my name snaps me from the memory that is flashing behind my eyes, and I have no idea how long I have been sitting here, staring off into space. The sidewalk outside the church fades away, to be replaced with a cozy sitting room, complete with overstuffed arm chairs and a roaring fire. The man sitting in the arm chair across from me stares at me with wary, worried brown eyes, and I force myself to make an effort to seem more conscious of my surroundings, even though my mind is far away. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

The man sighs, running a hand through his short greying hair, and it's a sigh of hopelessness mixed with disappointment. "Miss Chapman, you have no idea how lucky you are, do you? Your boyfriend's father has managed to make quite the deal for you."

I sit a little straighter in my seat at this unexpected news, since this was the first I had heard about any deal. The last I heard from my lawyer was that they were playing the attack off as self-defense, which wasn't far from the truth, though my defense had been...excessive, to say at the least. It had started with some cruel words and then push came to shove, and the next thing I know, Tiffany Doggett, a well-known church goer in this part of town, was lying unconscious beneath me, her face a bloody mess.

Self-defense was a severe overstatement, but it was all that I had going for me.

"I'm sorry," I repeated slowly, my eyes focused on the man whose name I couldn't remember. A friend of Larry's father, a physiatrist, one of the best in his field, who had written several books about the criminal mind, which was fucking perfect, since that's what I was. "A deal?"

The psychiatrist stared at me intensely for several moments, as he twisted a pen between his tanned fingers, before looking down at the notepad on his lap. "Piper, you beat some random girl half to death; a fractured cheek bone, cranial swelling, broken nose, broken jaw. Now, your story of the events was confusing at best, since you seem to have blocked out the memory of that night, which is common in traumatic experiences, but you do have a history of having quite the temper, not to mention some recent episodes where you displayed signs of severe depression. You are facing quite a bit of time for aggravated assault, but with this evidence of your recent mental state, your lawyer was able to make a deal with the judge."

As the man continued with his little speech, his voice became more and more wary, as I became more and more confused. I couldn't deny the facts, since my temper was well known, though I had never done something like this before that fateful night. As for the depression, I sighed quietly to myself, that had been a demon I'd been facing for what felt like a lifetime, but I didn't think it had anything to do with my attack on that fucking preacher.

"My mental state?" I finally asked, my brows furrowed in confusion. "You make it sound like I'm crazy or something."

If possible, the shrink becomes more wary, as he looks up from his notepad, but still refuses to meet my gaze. "Piper, what you experienced that night was a mental break, which could have been caused by your obvious depression or the severe stress in your life. Your mother says that you've been fighting with your boyfriend a lot recently?"

"A mental break?" I scoffed in response, feeling my temper slowly begin to simmer beneath the surface. Are you fucking kidding me with this shit? "Look, sir, I lost my temper, okay? That girl, that fucking preacher, she said some things and I just lost it, that's all. It happens, right?"

"Your mother also said that you've disappeared into yourself as of late, focusing on your book? Are you having trouble writing? Has it been causing you stress?" The man persisted, and I felt as if I was going to snap, which wasn't uncommon for me lately. Maybe I really did belong in prison.

"What does my writing or my fights with my boyfriend have to do with anything?" I managed to get out between clenched teeth. "Everyone gets stressed, it doesn't mean they're fucking insane, doc."

"But not everyone pummels a girl beyond recognition when they're stressed, Miss Chapman." The man sighs as he drops his notebook onto the table beside him, before finally looking up to meet my eyes. "Look, Piper, you seem like a nice lady, and you have a choice here. Either you can spend the next five to ten years in maximum security for aggravated assault, or you can come to terms with your problems and take the deal that your lawyer has worked hard to make for you."

"You still haven't told me what this deal entails," I responded evenly, as my jaw began to throb from clenching my teeth so tightly.

"There is a place, just on the other side of town, where there are people that can help you deal with your problems. It is not a bad place, a lot of people go there when they're having a hard time, and what you're having right now is just a hard time, Piper. You need some help, you need a rest, and this is the perfect place for you to be right now. It's obvious that these feelings that you have been hiding inside are beginning to bubble up and manifest into physical acts and it's dangerous, for you and for the people around you. You've already caused some serious damage to a complete stranger, and let's not forget your little trip to the emergency room a few months ago."

It took a moment for realization to sink in and I felt the blood drain from my face as I stared at the psychiatrist's handsome face in horror. "Oh God, please don't tell me that you mean Litchfield."

"Your family and friends are worried about you, Piper," the man was almost pleading now, his brown eyes boring into mine. "Litchfield is a nice place; it'll be good for you. Like I said, you have a choice, you can continue with your trial, which you will lose, and be sent to maximum security for the next ten years, or you can take the bag that your mother has packed for you and get in the cab that's waiting outside. It's up to you, Piper."

He wasn't leaving me with much choice, and he was right, I knew that he was right. If I continued with my trial, I would lose, no matter how good of a lawyer Larry's father was, and I didn't want to go to prison. I would be eaten alive in prison; there was no doubt about it. But Litchfield? The thought of going there was insane; I wasn't fucking crazy or mentally unstable.

The sound of bones cracking beneath my relentless fists sent a shiver down my spine, and a flash of red hot anger rolled through me at the memory and I sighed. Fuck.

"Okay. Okay," I finally relented, feeling hot tears well in my eyes as the psychiatrist gazed at me with obvious relief. "I'll go, but can I make a call first? I really need to speak to Larry."

"I think it's for the best that you don't speak to Larry right now," the man said firmly, though his brown eyes were sympathetic. "Maybe when you get to Litchfield, they'll let you call him."

I wanted to protest, but I nodded instead as I slowly stood up from my seat and let the doctor lead me to the front door, where a black duffle bag was waiting. The man picked it up and led me outside, where a yellow cab was parked in front of the house, door open and waiting for me. The therapist threw the bag into the back seat and leant in to speak to the driver briefly before turning to face me with an encouraging smile.

"This will be good for you, Piper." He repeated earnestly, though I found it hard to believe his words. "You'll be out before you know it, and then you can return to your life."

I simply nodded in response, slipping into the back seat of the cab and flinching as the door closed behind me with a sense of finality. I didn't look at the driver as I put on my seat belt, choosing to stare out the window instead as the car rumbled to life and we began our journey to the other side of town. The city passed by in a blur, the colors dull to my eyes and the pictures blurred with the tears that had slowly begun to leak from my eyes. I wiped them away with angry swipes of my hands and looked up past the driver's seat just in time to see a sign come into my line of vision.

The sign was situated outside of a massive three story building, which was split off into three parts and painted in a dreary, depressing grey, and it read, Litchfield Psychiatric Hospital in big, bold letters.

Welcome to your new home, Piper. I thought to myself miserably as we drove through the open gates of the mental institution. You really fucked up, this time.