His Mind's In A Daze(Andy Biersack)

Chapter 1

It was Wednesday, which meant Andy had to go to therapy. He absolutely hated therapy. The only reason why he even went was so people thought he was normal. Normal people go to therapy after having "traumatic events" occur in their lifetime. He wanted to seem normal to people so no one spotted him as an anger-driven psycho killer. Which, if someone did spot him as that, they wouldn't be wrong. He was either angry, or not pleased all the time. He's been that way for so long, he had forgotten what real happiness felt like.

Andy got in his car, and started driving to therapy. He terribly dreaded every mile he spent waiting for his arrival to the place. His therapist, Dr.Henry, has never been any help with his anger issues. He would try exercises with him to try and get his anger under control. He didn't try his hardest with the exercises, simply because he didn't want to get better. He also didn't take the pills to help with his anger that his doctor prescribed him. He would lie and say they help a little, so he would look like a normal person taking help. He didn't want to get better. Anger and not pleased were the thing that drove him to kill. Killing was the only thing that gave his life meaning.

He got out of his car, closed the door, and locked his car. He stuffed his keys in his pockets, and walked into the place. He sat in a chair, waiting for his appointment. He glanced at the TV to see what was on. It was the news. It talked about a missing lady named Angie Baker who went missing. It showed a picture of her, and Andy smirked a little. It was the girl he had killed just a few days ago.

"Andy Biersack?" A lady called out, interrupting Andy's thoughts.

Andy stood up, and walked to the front desk.

"Andy, it appears your therapist has passed away just yesterday from a heart attack. We won't be able to get you a new one until next month. But we have found you a temporary replacement. Dr.Violet" She told.

"When will I see her?" Andy asked.

"She'll see you now. Room 120." She responded.

Andy walked to the elevator, and went to the third floor. He knew each floor only had 50 rooms, and there was only 5 floors. The elevator doors opened, and he walked onto the third floor, searching for room 120. He found it after a short couple minutes. He knocked on the door softly, and heard a voice telling him to come in.

He opened the door, walked in, then shut the door behind him. She was already sitting in her chair, with a clipboard in her hand. She looked up at Andy and smiled. Andy had thought she was probably the youngest, prettiest therapist he had saw here. He sat down in the leather chair beside her.

"Hello Andy, I'll be your temporary therapist for about a month. My name is Dr. Violet.I'm new here so please bare with me." She explained.

"New to this building, or new to therapy?" Andy asked.

"This building. I have some experience from therapy. See when I was in college, they made us test our therapy skills with patients. I was actually the best out of everyone in my class." She told.

Andy she sat there and smiled.

"Sorry about that. I should be getting to know you. So, it says here that you were put in foster care when you were 5, and you got put with a family shortly after. After a couple years with them, an intruder killed your family. Is that correct?" She asked.

"It is." Andy answered.

"That must have been really tough on a kid. How were you able to cope with that?" She asked.

"I mean, it was tough, but I managed to deal with it. I'm not entirely over it, but I can make it through." Andy lied.

Andy didn't regret not one bit of any of his killings.

"Now, enough about me. Tell me stuff about you. I need to get to know my therapist as well to get comfortable." Andy smirked.

For the first time, he was actually not completely hating therapy.

"Well, my name is Violet. I have one dog, one cat, and I'm 25 years old. Tell me about yourself." Dr.Violet smiled politely.

"I'm Andy, I have no pets, I live alone, and I'm 24 years old."Andy answered.

"No pets? Doesn't it get lonely living alone?" Dr.Violet asked.

Andy thought about it for a moment. He did get lonely a lot, but he couldn't have a pet. If he had one, he might take his anger out on his pet one day. He didn't want to hurt a pet. A pet has never made him angry, or upset before. But, people have. That's why he chose to take his anger out on people.

"I suppose it does, but as you know, I have no family. I also don't have friends. I don't like pets." Andy answered back.

"Hm. I've never met someone that doesn't like any pets. Oh well.Do you wanna do your normal exercises your old therapist did?" Dr.Violet asked.

"Well, I guess so." Andy shrugged.

For the rest of their session, they did anger exercises and talked. What he learned about her was that she also lived alone, had 2 pets, graduated college when she was 23, loved Italian food, and her hair is naturally strawberry blonde.

He left the place after 2 hours of his session. When Andy got home, all he could think about was Violet. He didn't even refer to her as "Dr.Violet." Well, at least not in his mind. He called her Dr.Violet in person so he would seem polite. He loved gazing into her dark blue eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening. Andy Biersack actually took a likening towards someone. This has never happened to him before. The only thing he's ever liked is killing.