You'll Be The Death Of Me

Tate Part 2

"Tate. Hello! It's great to see you again," Aaron says.

Aaron isn't the best therapist. I've had others who give great advice, but those others were never good at listening, and Aaron is good at listening.

"How are you, Tate?" Aaron smiles.

"I think I'm good... I actually feel good in myself today," I smile. It's Violet. She makes me feel good about myself. If I could just hold her and love her, then I wouldn't have to think about myself. As long as Violet is happy.

I start getting excited, my thumb trailing over my finger nails again and again. I sit cross-legged, my fidgety hands resting on my knee exposed through a rip in my jeans. My eyes search the room with the sleek, wooden desks and the dark green and burgundy books with gold lettering. Why do the therapy rooms have to he so boring? So dark? So serious? Where's the fun? Is there ever fun in therapy? Not from my experience.

There should be fun in therapy.

"That's great! That's great." Aaron repeats, beaming. "So, no more visions? No more killings?"

"The last one I had was a few days ago, Monday." I whisper, smirking. I look out the window, my hands still fidgeting and my knee twitching up and down. Talking about the visions give me adrenalin; I'm not sure whether it's a good thing or a bad thing.

"I was walking through a school corridor. Right in the middle and no one gave me a second glance - no one.
" I wasn't wearing the clothes I would normally wear. The black boots were too much and the metal of the zip clang on every step. I was wearing a big black coat, too. Under more black clothes. I don't understand why they were black - do you? - and I don't understand why I was holding a gun."

I smirk at Aarons serious face and the whole seriousness of the whole serious situation.

"A big. Black. Gun." I spit the words out slowly. I see Aaron shiver.

"Wh-what did you do then, Tate?" Aaron asks.

"I kill the people I like." I look down, feeling my eyes start to burn and blink rapidly to hold the tears in. "But I don't feel sad, I don't feel anything. The world is a filthy place. It's a filthy goddamn horror show. There's just so much pain, y'know?" I'm gritting my teeth now and starring at Aaron. " It's a filthy world we live in, it's a filthy goddamn world and honestly I feel like I'm helping to take them away from the shit and the piss and the vomit that run through the streets. I'm helping to take them to somewhere clean."

Aaron swallows. But he listened, he's looked me right in the eye as I told him the whole story. Most therapists look into the distance, as if all these crazy things their patients spit out is making them crazy.

A timer goes off.

"The session is up. Thank you, Tate. See you next week."

"Bye Aaron."

I get up and leave.

Well, that's what therapy is like, kids. If you never had the pleasure of having it yourself...

A/n
The bold parts are direct quotes from Tates therapy in american horror story, because they are so truthful and deep
So yeah
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