The Truth (English)

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I will never forget that July 20, 2017 ...

The vibrato on Mike's phone rang too insistently. It was no longer possible to continue ignoring, someone called with extreme urgency.

- Leave that ring, Anna. I don't want to answer. It must be some interview and actually, today I'm exhausted.

In fact, I had no idea who he might be. Normally they insist up to three times, but now my phone rang. I understood that it was already too urgent and my heart skipped a beat when I answered:

- Hi, Rob

- Where the hell are you? Have you seen the messages? - It was his entrance scolding

- I'm sorry, what's wrong? - I began to feel a cold sweat. The anguish in Rob's voice gave me a very bad omen

- Chester is dead - He said it with no anesthesia, to the point that it seemed to me a macabre joke

- What the hell are you saying?? Mike turned to stare at me as I noticed my face in amazement.

- Tell Mike. They found him in his house, hanged. He committed suicide

- It's a stupid joke Rob! How can you be so ...

- CHECK WITH YOUR FUCKING NETWORKS IF YOU DO NOT BELIEVE ME! He shouted desperately and cut off his call

Involuntarily, I dropped my phone and I felt the air go away. I refused to believe tremendous news so devastating and I couldn't believe Rob as serious as he was. I didn't realize it, but I fell on my knees and Mike hurried to pick me up.

- Are you going to tell me what the hell happened? - his voice was authoritarian and insistent and put me in the most terrible situation of my life.

- It's Chester - I mumbled after regaining some strength - Mike, please don't...

- Tell me. A car crash? - His voice was calm now

- He committed suicide - I finally said it, looking him in his eyes and putting a hand to my mouth, trying not to cry

Mike sat on the bed, his eyes expressing terrible and unbelieving; He picked up his phone and immediately checked the messages. On his lips he read a "what?" and suddenly he dropped the phone. Then he looked at me and his eyes filled with uncontrollable tears.

- It's true. He's dead - He mumbled and buried his face in his hands.

Responding to the unpleasant surprise, I sat up and hugged him as best I could. It was a horrible moment, one that I was so afraid to live so soon. As his wife, it was my duty to try to help him get up from this new blow that life brought us, yet I still missed the idea of ​​thinking that Linkin Park had lost a member, that Mike had lost a brother and that all his followers had lost an inspiration.

I returned to my senses and, while Mike remained in the room, I went out and I went to call all the security equipment that was in the house; I communicated the terrible news:

- Chester has committed suicide, they found him dead a few minutes ago - After a long silence, I continued - Surely they will try to approach the house, but out of respect for us and for you, ask for privacy and absolute discretion for Mike. That's what I can tell you for now.

- We'll do what we can - said Jenna, our loyal housekeeper - Stay with your husband. I'll call Otis soon

- Thank you -  I barely had the energy to give some instructions, and with two glasses full of water, I walked into the room as the moments shared with Chester came to my mind. His laughter, his jokes, his madness and anger... it was so, but so hard to believe in this, less now that they just launched One More Light.

I don't understand. Chester recently told us with great joy that he could already master his fears and depressions! Now more than ever I had in mind my last conversation on the phone a few days before:

- Say hello to Talinda and the children - I finally said to say goodbye

- I will tell them. You know how much I love my family; if anything happened to me, you would be the first one I would entrust to my children and siblings - and immediately clarified - After Talinda, of course