Abrielle "Ellie" Willis

16 years old. Psychiatric Patient at Brielle Institute Diagnosis- bipolar disorder, self harm, depression

[abriellewillis]

samuel-and-adam

Costume. Her costume. She wanted help finishing her costume. Adam gaped at her for a long minute, trying to process. She calmed herself down, started over, approached him carefully. Glitter still coated her face and hair, but there was something gentle about her he couldn’t put his finger on. The same gentle care he’d seen in Ryder when they first met. “Yeah,” Adam nodded carefully, “Yeah I think I can help.”

Idiot. Regret began draining the color from Ellie’s face the longer he stared at her, a frenzy of mental reprimands slowly ripping her to shreds. Of course he didn’t want to help with her costume, she had just yel—”yeah.” She blinked, hard. The soft response nearly caused her to gape back at him, but she couldn’t let this opportunity to make ammends slip between her fingers. A smile made its way to her lips, one that was equally genuine as it was relieved, and she quickly moved over to make room for her new accomplice in crafts. 

“I’m going to be a siren, or, that’s what I was going for. I just need to get this glitter onto these little scales I’ve cut out,” she gestured to the litter of crudely cut out diamond shapes on the table, “rather than my face.” 

[abriellewillis]

samuel-and-adam

“It’s fine I’m fine” he lied, still scrubbing at the tears that refused to yield, “I didn’t mean to cause such a scene.”

In his chest his heart was breaking, beating against a vice. It wasn’t her fault, he kept trying to remind himself.

It wasn’t her fault she had a real family with Ryder.

It wasn’t her fault she was going to tear them all apart.

It wasn’t her fault Samuel had died and Adam would be alone forever.

It wasn’t her fault it wasn’t her fault.

This can’t just be because I snapped at him.. Ellie reasoned with herself whilst racking her brain for a way to calm the shaken figure in front of her. Though part of her knew her scolding couldn’t possibly have caused all this distress, she still felt somewhat responsible. 

 “I’m the one who caused a scene by yelling at you,” she began gently, ignoring the nagging urge in her mind to leave him there, “when, actually, I was wondering if you could.. please help.. me.. finish my costume.”

[abriellewillis]

charlieswann

“You sure? It seems it got stuck in your hair pretty badly~” He said taking a small step closer. “I have had the pleasure of getting glue out of someones hair before so I know what I’m doing!” He said with a small smile. He could still remember the face of little Cecily as she had gone a bit to wild on her newest princess art. It was a mess. But he helped her clean it all including the glue that had been stuck in her blonde hair. Even though she had threatened to punch him in the throat if he wouldn’t be more careful. Little git.

Despite her unfavorable circumstances, Ellie couldn’t help but laugh at his last remark. She was extremely grateful for the sincerity in his voice, as she was far from the mood to be mocked or laughed at. “Do you often find unfortunate souls covered in glue around here?” She quipped halfheartedly whilst patting the ground next to her in invitation. Heaven knows she’d only make more of a mess for herself, so this man seemed to be her best odds of cleaning up. 

[abriellewillis]

olivermeyer

Oliver was wandering around the halls, searching for something to do or someone to talk to. He had this sense of overwhelming boredom and loneliness that he just could not simply brush off. He was thinking about Payson, he had not seen her from so long. What happened to her? Perhaps she left.. which was wonderful, but why did she not say goodbye? All these questions left him quite confused and lonely. Like all other people, she left as well. What was even the point of forming any friendships since they were going to end soon or later.

As he walked pass the arts and crafts room, Oliver peaked in and saw a girl sitting in there alone and swearing as she sprayed her face with glitter. “Could be worse than glitter I guess” he shrugged. However, if he was at her place, he probably would have been just as angry, since small things could get him completely out of control. “Here, I have a tissue” he offered, taking a pack of tissues from the pocket of his jeans denim jacket and handing it to the blonde. Two things he would always carry with him - pack of cigarettes and pack of tissues.

He didn't seem at all deterred by her small outburst, which she was grateful for.  Ellie accepted the pack of tissues with a meek “thank you,” and began smearing away at the glue on her face before it could dry. “I wish it was just glitter. My hair’s gonna be a matted, sticky mess in a few minutes,” she complained with a feeble smile, not knowing whether to laugh at herself or to cry. A defeated feeling was rising in her throat, and she mentally scolded herself for being so weak. All. The. Time. Quickly, she pulled one more tissue from the pack before handing them back to the nice man, not wanting to use all of them up. 

[abriellewillis]

samuel-and-adam

He fought to calm down. She seemed sincere enough, but when he looked at her all he could see was the person who was going to tear him and Ryder apart. It wasn’t like him and Ryder were on the best terms. They were in fact, on the worst possible terms they could have been on. But it was fixable. They could fix it. They had to fix it. “No I it’s okay it’s,” Adam wiped at his tears frantically, “I it’s okay I’m okay.” She was going to ruin everything.

Ellie’s stomach knotted in discomfort. Consolation wasn’t her strong-suit, not by a long-shot, but clearly this guy needed it. The guilt poisoning her ribcage intensified. “Listen, I really didn’t mean to spook you like that. I just.. made a mess of things, as usual, and I took it out on you, and I’m sorry. Please stop crying.” Was she pleading more for herself or for him?

[abriellewillis]

samuel-and-adam

He knew who she was the second he saw her. They had the same nose. The same hungry eyes. The same underlying exhausted expression. His heart hit the floor. There was no mistake. Adam knew that Ryder had siblings. He knew they were out in the world, struggling and fighting against the decisions Ryder made for them. But to see her. Standing in the arts and crafts room where Samuel–

Adam forced himself to steady his breathing. He couldn’t lose it all at once. He couldn’t fall apart now. He watched her claw glitter glue off her face, her voice a nervous shriek. The only thing he could think of in that moment was Ryder. He was going to lose Ryder. Standing there in the door way he wanted to cry. Mexico had ruined them. Ryder had ruined them. Warping Adam and Samuel into a hideous mixture. But the only thing he wanted to do then was to run to Ryder and hold him. Ryder had his sister. Did he know? Did she know? Tears welled in Adam’s eyes and slipped out involuntarily. Ryder had his sister, sweet and angry and tangible. Adam had a voice. A memory. Twisted and dead. “I I I I I” Adam had to force himself to get the words out before Samuel, “I’m s-sorry I didn’t mean to I I didn’t mean to I swear I I’m sorry.”

Ellie felt an enormous wave of guilt flood from her head to her toes when the boy began stuttering over his own words. He looked frightened, fragile, and she had a sickly feeling like she had just startled an innocent puppy. Her eyes widened to big blue saucers in panicked concern, “Oh God, I’m sorry!” She frantically rushed, “I didn’t mean to yell at you, I’m sorry, I just, um–” she glanced down at her soiled shirt then back to the tears leaving glistening trails down the boy’s cheeks “– are.. are you okay?” 

[abriellewillis]

charlieswann

The noise, oh the fucking noice! The halls of the institute were never just quiet. But with a event going on. People yelling through the confined space, trying to scare each other and fake screaming their lungs out of their bodies just because they could and it was allowed. The boy understood. But he fucking hated it. There were even less semi-quiet places then normally.

He took a sharp turn walking into the art room. With Benjamin on a rather long absent it was deserted most of the time. So he hoped for a bit of a less chaotic place. Only to find a blonde girl with glitter glue all over her. With a small chuckle he walked into the room, a sincere look on his face her head shot up. “It seems you could use some help with all that glitter…!”

Ellie’s frowning lips formed a perfect O when the boy refocused her attention on the sticky situation she’d concocted for herself. Cheeks burning a red hue from embarrassment, she slipped out an exasperated, nervous chuckle. “You really don’t have to bother yourself with it, I can clean myself up,” She tried to reassure while habitually running an anxious hand through her hair, worsening the mess. Hasty fingers caught on the clumps of tangles, and she tried with all her might to hide the painful grimace that resulted. 

[abriellewillis]

Festive was the last word to describe Abrielle Willis as she moodily sulked through the hallways of Brielle Institute. However, there was no doubt in her mind about participating in the one holiday a year she actually gave a shit about. Halloween was the only acceptable time where Ellie could be anyone, or anything, besides herself. The one thing she hated the most. This could be fun.. she argued within herself, desperately trying to lift her spirits. The gears in her head whirred imagining a life where she’d never have to take the costume off.

Finally, she happened across a doorway that seemed to lead to a sort of ‘arts & crafts’ room, and she shuffled in awkwardly to plop herself at an empty table. Merely minutes into painting the delicate, glittery scales she had cut out, she managed to squeeze the glitter bottle a bit too tightly and coated the front of herself in thick globs of glitter glue. “God, fucking shit damnit!” She spat, screwing her eyes shut and wiping the sticky mess away from her lips. She was so busy clawing the residue from her closed eyes that she didn’t notice the other person who had just seen her messy explosion, and she gasped in sudden fright upon opening them again. “You— you shouldn’t sneak up on people like that!” She fumbled over her words, forgetting all about the globs of glitter dripping from her hair and clothes.

[brielleinstitutehq]

ABRIELLE “ELLIE” WILLIS is a 16-year-old RUNAWAY in the PSYCHIATRIC WARD. She has been diagnosed with BIPOLAR DISORDER, SELF HARM, and DEPRESSION. She looks a lot like Sabrina Carpenter.

MAYBE THEY’RE HIDING

Abrielle never understood what she had done to have such a terrible life. Was she an accident? Had she messed up in some previous afterlife? What had she done WRONG? Abrielle spent her entire childhood wondering why she couldn’t have a family like everyone else. Wondering why she had to have a weird older brother and terrible parents who didn’t even care about her. Up until Abrielle was fourteen, she would try to avoid her living situation and her lack of parental figures by doing as much as she possible could; whether it be participating in after school clubs or sports, joining student council, doing community service, staying with teachers after school…She tried literally EVERYTHING to take her mind off what was going on at home. She didn’t talk to anyone about it, because she was embarrassed…and besides, she hardly had any real friends to hang out with, let alone TALK to about her home life. 

WE HOPE THEY ARE PLAYING A GAME

Things took a turn for the worse one night when her older brother, Ryder, had become fed up with their parent’s behavior. He had exploded,  he started screaming and demanding and threatening…and Abrielle stayed tucked away on the stairs watching the whole thing. She had spent that entire night crying hysterically, pacing in her room, wishing that her life was different and asking God or whoever was up why he had made her live such a terrible existence. It was that night Abrielle cut herself for the first time, and it was the next morning that she would be packing up her bags and saying goodbye to her brother before being sent into foster care. As if life couldn’t get any worse for the troubled teen, she was going to be bouncing from house to house with no place to really call home. Her depression grew worse and worse, and eventually, she began to have manic episodes. She’d go from being be happy and hopeful one second to being filled with vengeance and uncontainable rage the next. Then she’d come home from a long day at a new school and have a depressive episode, crying hysterically in her room and relying on self harm to take away the pain she was feeling. Two years of bouncing around from home to home, family to family, suffering from undiagnosed psychiatric issues and it got to the point where she couldn’t take it anymore and she ran away.

BUT THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING

She hadn’t planned it, it wasn’t something she had made a checklist for. One more when she was getting ready for school she decided she was done being passed around from home to home and she packed some clothes instead of school books and scavenged as much money as she could before she missed the bus…and took off. For days she was out on her own; hiding from local authorities and camping out behind restaurants, getting food and snacks from convenience stores and brushing her teeth in the bathrooms of fast food chains. Eventually, she was caught loitering one evening by a police officer, and given the state she was in…it was very evident she had been on her own for a couple of days, close to two weeks. She had managed to journey miles from home, and when brought back to the station, she was analyzed and it was obvious that the young girl had suffered. The authorities called Brielle Institute and inquired if they would offer her the young runaway a place of refuge, and after hearing about the condition she was found in and the scars on her harms, Brielle couldn’t help but agree to take her in. When she arrived, Abrielle was immediately diagnosed and she thought she was finally safe from her past…but little did she know that just on the other side of the building her older brother, who she hadn’t seen in two years, was applying for a job. 

CONNECTIONS: Younger sister to RYDER WILLIS. 

Fortunately, Abrielle is TAKEN