Therapy sucks

"Echo! Wake up! You have to see Dr. Way at 2:00!" My dad shouted from downstairs, waking me from my dreamless sleep. I groaned and looked at the lock screen of my phone, seeing that it was 12:00 I decided to get ready.

I took a long shower, dried, and brushed out my long wavy grey hair. After that I did my make up and put on this outfit. Once I decided I looked good enough I made my way downstairs, grabbing a can of monster and walking out the door without saying goodbye.

By the time I got to the tall building it was already 1:50. I hurried up the steps into the building, and up the elevator to Dr. Way's floor. As I entered the office I saw a secretary typing away at her computer. She way young, skinny, and had her brown hair curled.

"Hey, I'm Echo Drew. I'm here to see doctor Way." I told her. She looked me up and down, rolled her eyes, and called him.
I furrowed my brow at the sight of the look she have me. What the hell?

"Hello Dr. Way, I have the psycho here to see you. Mhm...okay...bye." She spoke into the phone in a high pitched voice. Did she seriously just say that? That bitch better have been kidding.

"The fuck did you call me?" I hissed, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Uh, a psycho." She retorted in a bitchy 'duh' voice. I couldn't take her attitude anymore.

"Listen you fake Barbie ass bitch. You're obviously forgetting why I'm having to come here in the first place, so If you call me that one more time I'll cup your ears and kick you down the fucking stairs. Got it?" I growled, feeling venom drip from the words I spoke.

"Yeah uh-huh like you c-" she was cut off by Dr. Way walking into the front room. He smiled warmly at me, and holy shit was he attractive! His intoxicating bright hazel eyes glistened in the sunlight filtering in through the window. His raven hair also contrasted perfectly with his pale ivory skin, and unusually small white teeth.

"Hello, you must be Echo, right?" He greeted, extending his long hand out for me to shake, to which I gladly accepted.

"Yupp, that would be me." I gave him a small smile.

"Okay well let's go back into my office and we can get started, yeah?" He spoke with such enthusiasm, it was amusing. I simply nodded in response.

As I was passing the bitches desk I spat on her shoe. Her mouth hung open in shock, so I leaned down by her ear and whispered, "Close your mouth sweetie, there's not a dick there." After that I continued following Dr. Way into his office.

The room was large and had a casual feel to it. There were two semi large windows, a black leather couch, a desk, two lounge chairs and a bookshelf. It looked modern and more like an apartment than a therapy office. My guess was to make it feel more comforting.

"So," he began, taking out a note pad and beginning to write "what were the events leading up to the violent outburst?"

I sat down on the couch and he sat in the chair parallel to it. I looked down at my still bruised knuckles and chuckled darkly at the memory of beating that chicks ass.

"Well, ever since I met her she has always hated my brother and I. She bullied the hell out of me for years. Always calling me names, pushing me around, and making me feel inferior. She always had a way of convincing people that I was trash too, so basically everyone hated me. It ended up making me extremely depressed and One night I-" I stopped. Hesitation and pain came over me as the thoughts flooded back into my mind. I was choking up and he could tell.

"You're doing good so far. Keep going. You did what?" He pushed, still managing to sound sincere, even though I knew he wasn't. He didn't care, he didn't have to care. He's a shrink, he's just there to tell me I'm depressed and act like an outlet for my problems. I decided to continue anyway.

"I-I tried to- uh k-kill myself. I kinda downed half a bottle of O-oxy cotton before passing out and uh- waking up in the hospital room uh- three days later." I finished, stuttering heavily though. I held back the tears that threatened to pour from my eyes. I wasn't going to let him see me cry.

"I'm sorry to hear that Ms. Drew. What happened after that? Is this when the violent outbursts started?" He asked, his words laced with what I'm assuming was false sympathy. He was still writing on the note pad, and not knowing what he was writing bothered me.

"Yeah I guess. After that I started to develop an intolerance to bullshit. The chick decided to keep messing with me, and I guess all the pent up anger finally broke me and what happened after that was entirely her fault. She pushed me too far and released a truly destructive force of nature upon herself." I chuckled dryly.

"So do you regret the actions you made?" He prodded.

"Not one damn bit." I smirked. "I guess I would consider myself a wild child now. I like the feeling of living on the edge. I feel like a badass now and holy shit am I loving it." I smirked, leaning back on the couch. I saw something darken in his eyes and there was a look. Lust? No it couldn't be.

He seemed to contemplate something in his head before his face broke out into a wide smirk. It was really weird but damn it was sexy at the same time.

"Is that so? You like doing risky things now? You like the feeling of adrenaline pumping through your veins as you do something dangerous?" He spoke in a husky voice. Just the sound of his voice, and him talking like that was turning me on. I was beginning to feel anxious. What was he planning?

I nodded quickly, looking up at him as he stood up and walked towards me. What is he doing? Is he coming onto me? "Well then. Prove it." He spoke darkly. Before I could even realize what was going on he leaned down and smashed his lips onto mine.

I was stunned at first but quickly started kissing back. He tugged roughly on my hair, pulling me into him and causing me to moan. I tangled my fingers into his matted hair, pulling on his locks causing him to moan. He bit down on my bottom lip, asking for entrance, to which I granted. Our tongues swirled with each others, fighting for dominance. All too quickly he pulled out of the kiss and turned away, running his hands through his hair.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He apologized.

"I-it's okay. I liked it, but uh I should uh- go"

Notes

Well okay here's the second chapter. You now know that Gerard is a honey little bastard right now. Soooooo uh, tell me what you think by commenting. Constructive Criticism is welcomed. Don't forget to comment/rate/subscribe! Follow me on Instagram > @hxlterskelter < and twitter > @STARofOBSIDIAN <<br> PEASKIES!!!