White Noise

Please just don't give up on me 5

A/N: Hi all :) This chapter has blood, but not that bad anyway. And included some humor too, yay me. Lol. Than you for voting, reading and reviewing! Enjoy :)

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Mike didn't really know what he was doing there. When his ribs had healed enough so that he could bend mostly without pain he had gone back to work. He didn't still do lots of lifting but otherwise he managed just fine. His boss wasn't so sure but believed when he told he is ready. Or more like pleaded for him to allow him come back. He thought that being amongst other people and the constant hassle would mute the noises in his head. The voices and the weird ringing in his head. It didn't really help. But today he was going to drown them. Not really his style but he figured that trying wouldn't be bad idea either. Others did it successfully so why wouldn't he try it too? So he had bottle of rum waiting for him at home.

He had gone back to home just few days ago when he had had the first shift. His new friends seemed to be really worried but when he promised he would call them if he needed anything. The blond one said he would stop by some day soon just to be sure he was fine. Mike didn't really mind have new friends. And he was forever grateful to them so he also tried to be nice even though sometimes he just didn't know how to behave.

But now it was already five and he was ready to head home. Walking home had been the worst thing. He knew that they wouldn't be so stupid to attack him again or at least not that soon but now he took different routes every time and never listened to music while walking. And checked constantly over his shoulder jumping always when he heard a car pulling near. Wasn't the way he wanted to live but he just couldn't stop it right there either. He waved a bye to his co-workers and walked outside.

Back home he kicked his shoes off and stood to stare at the place. Which was a mess. He was a clean person and did carry trash to garbage but that was pretty much it. The place needed cleaning desperately. He didn't care. Tossing his phone on the couch he opened the TV and walked to the fridge. Pouring a large glass of rum he sat in front of the TV and started to surf the channels. Emotions of sadness, anger, frustration, and mostly self-hatred tried to surface but he took a swig and concentrated on the movie that had just started.

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Chester was nervous. After Mike had left them and went back to work he hadn't had a single calm thought. Mostly he was afraid that the ribs weren't properly healed yet and that it was too soon for Mike mentally to get back to work. He seemed fine. But then there was this darkness in his eyes. Sure he didn't know had it been there before the attack but he was pretty sure no. And then he couldn't help but to feel this little sting in his heart which he didn't even know what it meant.

"Chaz! Stop it! Freaking annoying", Brad slapped him.

He had been flicking his pen back and forth making a sound that could drive anybody mad. They were trying to figure out lyrics to this song. Or more like Chester had few lines repeating in his head and he tried to get something real out of them. But his mind just drifted back to the stranger that has just stumbled in their lives. They haven't seen in few days and Chester just got an 'k' back from him when he send a text message yesterday. He didn't want to push it but he was worried.

"Dude! Go and call him", Rob rolled his eyes and tossed a crumbled piece of paper at him.

"But then he will think I am some weird stalker", the blond muttered pouting.

"Well I'm not going to sit here and listen to that stirring. Same thing last time when you had a crush", the drummer snorted and stood up to leave the room.