- Honey, wake up.
I opened my eyes. Mike was beside me and he began to spit out his ideas as he usually does when he doesn't have a pencil and paper nearby.
- I can not go on sinking into sadness when I can still do many things for this band - he murmured determinedly, as if he had been thinking about it all night.
- What time is it? I asked yawning.
- Just 5:00 am - he blushed - Forgive me, I should have let you sleep a little more, but I don't have what to draw now and I wanted you to know it already. I didn't sleep at all thinking about what I will do.
I smiled. Although it was a little awkward to wake me up to communicate his ideas (sometimes he wakes me up at 3:00 am), it was great to know that he regained his leadership of the band after a short but terrible episode of great sadness. The previous nights were a total torment; he couldn't sleep, he cried in silence, he shouted like Chester, he took baths in the middle of the night that lasted for hours, he drawed constantly and even he played the piano trying to find new notes. I couldn't stop him, I know what death of someone very important causes in a human being, so I knew it was his way of venting, seeking answers and perhaps a solution.
- Did you find anything after all these nights? - I asked after my reflections
- I want to put our friends together and make a concert honoring Chester - he murmured excitedly.
- It's very sweet from you, surely everyone will love it - I smiled again, I kissed him and I got up to get ready and help Otis prepare for the terrible day of facing the school. I didn't want to imagine what Draven, Tyler, Lila, Lily, and Isaiah would do today.
- Promise me that you will handle well to what your partners ask you in school - I said very lively and trying not to scare Otis - Sure they will want to know more details, but they already know that they will not be able to bother you unless you want to talk about that.
- I know, mommy - He looked sweetly - I'll be daddy's pride
I loved the answers of my son. I held him for a long time and my driver prepared to take him to school with all possible care. Once alone, I picked up my phone and called Talinda
- Hello Anna - I heard her a little calm
- Hello girl. Listen, Otis is on his way to school, so I was wondering if you wanted some company.
- I'm sorry - she murmured - Vicky's coming to visit me -
- Perfect! - I exclaimed - I would like to see her. Hope it's not a problem
- No, Anna, that's exactly what I need right now. Company - Her voice broke
- Stand by, darling. I'm on my way
And without dismissing Mike who was already in the studio preparing his project, I took my car and an hour later I was in the living room with the beautiful Vicky
- ... that was horrible - Talinda sobbed in Vicky's arms. I was just giving her a box of tissues
- Yes. A perfect suicide - She replied, looking at me and added - I'm really sorry, my dear. I know how hard it is for you to deal with all this
- Of course ... you know! You went through ... the ... same - She hoped again
- Talinda, I think you should see the therapist. We'd love to help you, but we can't do better thing than listen to you and end all tissue boxes. Why don't you call her? - I suggested giving her phone and a new tissue
- You're... right, Anna - She murmured after overlapping a little - Is it wrong if I call her like that?
- Not at all dear - Vicky said.
- I'll be right back - He got up and headed for the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Vicky turned to me.
- Have you thought about my theory? She spoke in a low voice, warning that Talinda wouldn't hear her.
- You shouldn't whisper. You know better than anyone what to advise her now and maybe explain your hypothesis
- Theory, my dear and I won't pretend to make her crazier than she already is, as it almost happened to me when I first heard about the damn conspiracy - She insisted something annoying
- Conspiracy?
- Of course this shit is a conspiracy, and has a lot to do with pedophilia. Now, dear Anna, tell me you have seriously thought to go ahead with this
- Yes - I sighed - Yes I've thought about it
- When was the last time you spoke to Chester?
- A couple of days before his death. I only remember that he told me that he loved his family - I murmured distractedly
Vicky raised her index finger and pointed to the table in front of us. On it, there was a black leather wallet
- What is that?
- Use your common sense. You know what it is - She replied coldly
I gasped and quickly grabbed the folder watching Talinda continue her conversation with the therapist. Inside, contained the autopsy result, the conditions in which Chester was found, photographs, fingerprints, and some traces of hair and carpet kept in small plastic bags and carefully marked. I wanted to show the evidence to Vicky, but she turned me down.
- I saw that farce - he muttered - It's exactly the same as Chris's alleged suicide. It doesn't have a single difference
- It's too suspicious to be so identical. Are you sure that's how it was with Chris?
She rolled her eyes.
- I'll let you see the folder they left me and if you're smart enough, you'll know if it was planned or not
I nodded sheepishly.
- Chester told me his depressions were with ups and downs. Sometimes I doubt about my suspicions
- Anna - he interrupted, softening his gaze - I understand you're confused by how convincing everyone looks and makes you look like a fool, but you also have to know that before Shinoda, you're a Hillinger and your father is as analytical as you. Promise me that we will investigate this together; I really need you in this quest for the truth
A cold sweat filled my body with uncomfortable questions: "Was I really aware of the danger this was exposing me? All for one damn truth?
YOU ARE READING
The Truth (English)
Novela Juvenil"Chester Bennington, the lead voice of Linkin Park, has committed suicide" The press says he was found hanged with a belt at his home in Palos Verdes and, as expected, everyone believes in that story. Everyone except me.
