A/N: Okay, so, like I know this first chapter is short but they will get longer as the story goes on. Gay scout's honour. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please visit the blog mentioned at the end of this note, run by the amazing human who inspired this story with her amazing gif sets. All credit goes to her and I hope she likes this as well...Eeep. Please review and let me know if you like this. Also you will find all the gif sets starting here post/133694420478/pitch-perfect-au-call-me-crazy-part-i-summary This first chapter is based on the first two in the series. Enjoy.

Chloe hated therapy.

Any kind really. She hated the way therapists didn't listen to her. They only cared about stuffing more meds down her throat to try and 'cure' her, or at least 'manage' her diagnosis, which Chloe didn't even believe was necessary. She wanted to finish Law School and that was it. She didn't want to have to be dragged from her dorm room at Law School in restraints. She didn't want to be sedated. She didn't want to have to find yet another therapist to give her another combination of meds.

As she stood outside the door marked: 'Dr. Beca Mitchell', Chloe couldn't help but resist knocking. That was until the door flew open to reveal a rather short brunette. "Hi, you must be my one o'clock. Come in, make yourself comfy." She moved out of the doorway and motioned to a couch. The blonde wearily walked in and took a seat, eyes trained out the window. Maybe this therapist won't be so bad, she is kinda cute. "I'm Dr Mitchell." She said before taking a seat in an armchair diagonal from the couch. "You can call me Beca...If you want, of course." She let out a nervous laugh. Wait, why was she nervous? She was the one about to probe Chloe's brain. As much as Chloe thought this girl was cute, she still hated this whole therapy thing.

"Hi." She didn't want to talk so she kept it short and bit the inside of her cheek, trying to not get too annoyed because obviously Beca was a newbie and she didn't want to be too quick to judge the small brunette.

"What's your name?"

Chloe raised an eyebrow at her. "Isn't that in my file?" She asked, nodding her head towards a manila folder tucked into the side of Beca's chair.

"Well, yeah, but you know, it's like part of...Actually, never mind." Beca shook her head and pushed a stray hair out of her face. Chloe looked away from the brunette, to the window again. Why can't she be normal? Why can't she have a healthy brain like everyone else? Why her? She was lost in her thoughts as the therapist spoke again. In a much softer, sympathetic tone. "This must be incredibly difficult. How do you feel right now?"

If there was one thing Chloe hated it was sympathy. She didn't need sympathy, nor did she want it. She wasn't sick, she was just crazy. At least, that's what everyone around her thought. Her sister, her ex's, all her previous therapists, the group at the psych hospital. She hated it, so she quipped back quickly. "I'm fine." Tell a lie enough and eventually it becomes truth, right? Chloe knew she wasn't fine, but she didn't want to be here any longer than she had to. She wanted to go back to Law School and finish. She didn't want to be known as the 'Crazy Lady' who hangs out in shopping mall carparks with her cats or sleeps in a train station. That's not the life she wants as a 24 year old. That's not the life she should have as a 24 year old.

"You stopped taking your meds." It wasn't even a question. Of course Dr Mitchell knew that, but what was the relevance? She stopped because she didn't need them. She hated feeling weighed down and tired all the time. Chloe sat silently, the floor at Beca's feet suddenly becoming more interesting than the conversation. "Chloe?"

She looked up. "So, you know my name."

Beca patted the folder awkwardly. "Yeah, everything is here." Chloe couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips. This Beca was undeniably adorable and unsure of how to act around Chloe. It wasn't a new thing for people, who knew of the blonde's diagnosis, to act...different around her but she had to admit that Beca was so cute about it, almost like how you act around someone you like.

"Chloe Beale. Such a pretty name." She smiled before her eyes widened. "Oh. No. I'm not flirting with you." Chloe tried hard to stifle the small laugh making its way up her throat as she looked up at the brunette briefly, before putting her head back down again. Beca felt bad and awkwardly tried to apologize with a simple. "I'm sorry." Beca had a habit of being a very awkward potato when it came to flirting...not that she was flirting with Chloe...Okay maybe she was a little.

Chloe just shrugged and turned to look back out the window thinking that maybe these appointments won't be so bad.