Hybrid Theory: A [Linkin Park] Spinoff.

Lines and Lust.

[Chester's point of view.]

"Mike. I'm sorry. But she needed me. I was the only one who even knew what happened to Mark. I was the one who killed him. She wanted to see how it happened. I let her into the memory. Okay?" I sigh as I push past Mike, my bare feet padding softly against the floor.
She's crying. In the kitchen.
I walk into the kitchen, her bottle of pain pills rattling softly in my pocket,"Hey Eren. How are you feeling?"
She presses her forehead against the tabletop,"Go away."
I sit down in a chair across from her,"Hey. It wasn't your fault." I place the small orange bottle on the table,"I thought you might like to take one of these for your neck."

[Eren's point of view.]
God!!! Why did I have to kiss him? Why did he have to make any sound!? Why did Mike have to walk in when he did!? The thought cuts through my emotional pain as I look longingly at the bottle in Chester's hand,"Not really. But...then again..I don't have much choice, do I?"
"Not much of one."
I sigh, my voice breaks,"So.... what did Mike say?"
"He's on the edge of right and wrong."
I fight back tears as I retreat into the memory of the crash.
Chester lays his hand on mine,"Eren. I understand. I was like that at first."
I shake my head, the muscles in my neck arguing in protest,"No. You may think you did, but you don't. Part of me is still in that hallway. A part of me that I'll never be able to get back."
"What is it?"
"My voice of reason. Now I'm just living in the key of insanity. Part of me is deep inside you. Neither of us can reach it."
Rob walks in, his voice cracking, indicating that he's still half asleep,"Why is Mike so upset?"
Chester looks at the floor, his body clearly overtaken by a feeling of unease,"Rob. You can't tell anyone what I'm going to tell you. Okay?"
"Chester. I'm not completely awake. I can make no promises that I'll even remember it all."
"Good. Anyway. Mike walked in and caught Eren and I kissing."
"That explains the sound I heard."
A look of sudden fear runs across Chester's face,"What sound?"
"The sound of someone hitting their head."
I sit there, my shoulders rising and falling with the sick, twisted rhythm of my silent sobs, the lyrics to Crawling running through my mind.

[Crawling in my skin]
[These wounds, they will not heal]
[Fear is how I fall]
[Confusing what is real]

I look up as I hear the clicking of plastic against wood,"Chester. What are you doing?"
"You're in pain. Take one of these." He hands me one of my pain pills.
I sigh as I swallow the tablet,"Hey. Being as I'm about to lose my mind, can you move me to the couch?"
"Sure."
I smile as everything goes black.
Chester's arms. He actually picked me up. Okay. He just laid me down. Wait. What's he laying across me? His shirt?