His Mind's In A Daze(Andy Biersack)

Chapter 2

    Here Andy was, staring down at the masterpiece he had created. Blood stained his hands, and his victim's body. He didn't know this person, it was simply just a random victim. Andy was hurt. Hurt because he knew his new interest he had found in another human being would not matter. She could never take on an interest in him back, and he knew it. So, he just simply took his anger and frustration out on someone. Andy usually only murdered people once a week, so it didn't seem suspicious. But, he had to take his anger out.

    He kept looking down, and smiling at his masterpiece. Now, he didn't even care about his therapist. No interest in anything could compare to his deep, passionate interest he had in killing. He stood up, and took the gloves off, which were drenched in blood. He carefully put them in a bag, tied the bag, and put it in the trash. He put the knife in the kitchen sink, and scrubbed it clean. His victims body still lay on the ground in his basement. Andy put then body in a body bag, and dragged it outside. 

    After a couple hours of digging a big enough hole, he stuck the body in the whole in his backyard. Afterwards, he put the dirt back over it, and put some flowers on it so it didn't look suspicious. He walked back in his basement, and scrubbed all of the blood off of the hard-wood floors. He glanced at the clock after he was finished, and it was 3:30am. Andy was very tired, so he just headed back upstairs to his bedroom. 

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    Andy woke up to his annoying ringtone playing. He yawned, and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. He didn't recognize the phone number, but he answered it anyways.

       "Hello?" Andy answered. 

       "Is this Andy Biersack?" A lady asked.

       "It is. who is this?" Andy asked.

       "I work at the Foster home you were in years ago. I just thought you'd like to know something, if you didn't already know. You see, we were cleaning out old files and we came across yours. It says here, you were here right when you were born. I just thought you'd like to know, because not all parents tell their kids they're adopted." The lady explained.

   Andy froze. His real mother, who he had no idea was, gave him up for adoption. His whole fucked up life could've been different if he was with his real family from the beginning. Andy did in fact love killing, but he also hated that he wasn't normal. 

       "Sir?" The lady asked.

       "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you know any other information?" Andy asked.

       "Well, I know that your blood sister was also put in this same foster home. Her name is Amber Violet." The lady told.

   Andy's eye's widened. Violet is the last name of his therapist. The therapist in which he had feelings for. He hung up the phone,and sat it down. He knew he had to ask his therapist what her first name was. Please don't let it be Amber. Andy thought. He wanted the information now, but he couldn't just call the place and ask for her first name. So, he simply just called the place, and asked to speak with Dr.Violet.

        "Yes?" She answered.

        "Hi again Dr.Violet. Look, I know we had a therapy session yesterday, but I really need someone to talk to now. Are you busy today?" Andy asked.

        "Not in particular. I'll tell you what, how bout you come down here at 2pm?" she asked.

        "Sounds good." Andy agreed.

   He hung up the phone, and checked the time. It was only 10am. He got out of his bed, and walked towards the bathroom. He didn't take a shower last night, which he should've. He reeked of dried blood. He was actually somewhat excited with the thought of seeing Dr.Violet today. He pushed the thought out of his head, and went in the shower.