Hybrid Theory: A [Linkin Park] Spinoff.

Part of Me.

I sigh as I walk into the living room of the bus,"Guys. You may want to sit down for this."
Everyone looks at me, except for Chester,"Why? What's wrong?"
I close my eyes, Jordana, are you there?
"Yes."
Okay. I'm in the living room. Tell them what you told me.
"Brad. I'm sorry, but I don't know how to say this."
Brad looks at me,"Don't know how to say what?"
You want me to tell them?
"No. I will. It is a good thing that you got away when you did."
"Why?"
"The hospital is gone. It was destroyed by a series of car bombs. I was one of the last to go. It was slow and agonizing. Brad. I'm sorry I left you all those years ago. Can you forgive me?"
Brad looks down at the floor, struggling to hold back a heavy sob,"Yes. Jordana. I can. And I promise you this: I will find the piece of trash that caused this, even if it's the last thing I do."
"Thank you, Brad." Jordana's voice fades.
I collapse, leaning heavily on Chester for support.