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You've Gotta Help Me Doc.

I'm Not A Fucking Teenage Girl

Biersack, Andrew Dennis

Showed up in my file report on my schedule.

Cocaine addiction, Sex addiction and possible case of Schitzophrenia.

Well this was new. I had worked with drug addicts before but I had never dealt with a sex addiction or schitzophrenia in anyway. We barely even did any studying on it back in school.

6'2 feet
Blonde Hair
Blue eyes
162 pounds
Special Identification Details:
Pierced ears, several tattoos, nose piercing

This guy had seemed intimidating already, even though I had never met him, let alone see a picture of him.

It was ten minutes to five, ten minutes away from when this rocker giant was going to spill his emotions out to me.

I was nervous even though I shouldn't be, I've done this plenty of times before.

"Hey Lucy," The intercom spoke in Maggie's ridiculously high voice.

"Ms. Jacobs." I annoyedly correct her.

"Oh, yeah." She giggled.
"There's umm... Your five o'clock appointment is here."

I gulped.
"Send him in..."

The ckkshh of the speaker crackled signalling she set the microphone down.

The door slowly opened, bright blue eyes peeking from the side.


Andy's POV

Her scared expression swirled into a warm smile.

"Come in, Andrew." She looked down at her tablet quickly.
"Or would you prefer Andy?"

Her voice was smooth and comfortable, but had a slight rasp to it. Dark brown locks cascaded down her slim shoulders, bright red poking out from her roots. Her green eyes were electric and a couple freckles sat on the tip of her nose.

"I uh, either..." I kinda liked the way she said 'Andrew'.

"Come, sit down and relax, Andy." She motioned towards a leather mattress perched up on where your back is supposed to against.

Well that was great as it lasted.

I floated to the bed in a turtle pace, lowering myself down and laying back, folding my hands and placing them on my stomach.

She got up from her desk and smoothed down her black and white marble dress while walking to me.
"How've you been feeling today, Andrew?"

There it is.
"I-I don't know..."
Smooth move Biersack.

"Well," She chuckled softly.
"How have you been this week?"

"Shitty."
I said simply.

"How so?"

I stared at the odd texture in the ceiling.
"Shouldn't you know why?"

"Why would I ask you if I did?"

"That's what doctors do. They ask you what's up so they feel more comfortable with telling you stuff. But I'm not fucking comfortable."

She sighed.
"I'm gonna make this easy. When was the last time you did cocaine."

My heartbeat sped up.
"Yesterday."

"Why?"

"Just because." I growled.

She sighed again, this time heavier.
"Andy, I know you want help," She whispered.
"But I know you just don't know how to get it."

She was right. I did want help. But not just for me, my band mates and the BVB Army. They meant so much to me and I needed this for them.

"I can't help you by myself, you need to cooperate too."

My mouth went 100 miles an hour.
"My girlfriend and I broke up a couple months back," I cringe slightly.
"And I uh... I guess I used coke to cope or something."

The room was silent for a bit.
"Why did you guys break up?"

I bit my lip where my lip ring used to be.
"She uh, said I was too rough during..." I didn't say anymore.

"Andrew, this is all confiedential." A pinky appeared from the corner of my eye. I wrapped mine around her dainty little finger, shaking it lightly.

"She said I was too... sexually rough and uh, a little obsessed." I look back up at the ceiling.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"I'm not a fucking teenage girl."

She giggled.
"Oh, okay. Well then, what's up with that?"

I knew this was a more guy way of asking me to talk about my feelings, but I excepted it.
"I don't know, she was so tense when she talked about it too. Maybe I went go over the line too far."

"That could've been it, Andrew. I think you need to learn how to control yourself sometimes."

I nodded guiltily, glancing at the clock. It was already six o'clock.

"Guess I should be going..." I sit up.

"Thank you so much, Andrew."

I grin, blushing a little bit.
"Thank you."

Notes

Gosh I haven't been on in a while, well new story!!!

Comments

Dissociative identity disorder? (Multiple personalities.)

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4/23/15

dkjcSZJDvznfvbxzch, WHAT!?

Ellie-phant Ellie-phant
4/23/15

@colorguardislife

Awh thank you so much

shhhhimasecret shhhhimasecret
1/12/15

Just so you know I'm loving this story, the plot is very interesting. I always read this as soon as you update! Keep up the good work.

Loving this story I need more lol

surfbaby92 surfbaby92
10/29/14