I Can't Sing Alone (Bennoda)

That Night

     Mike's quickened his footsteps, eager to get back to his lover. And if your homophobic, his really really good friend.

     Mike had just recorded the beginning to a song. But it was his song, not Linkin Park's.

   So wine was definitely on the menu. It was like any special occasion. Maybe a little more special but still, wine was to be had.

     Chester was always very happy for Mike. He was so happy it was like it was the last time he could be happy, and that usually worried Mike. But not tonight, tonight was a good night. He could feel it.

     Mike walked through the door calling out to Chester, "Babe, where are you?" It was quite, but too quiet. Mike shook away the feeling because tonight was a good night. He walked into the living room holding the wine.

     "So babe I-" the wine crashed to the floor. But it was long forgotten. The sight infront of him was too important. He grabbed his phone a called 911. Calmly, or so it seemed.

     Only after the funeral, only after the worried glances, and only after two weeks would he cry. He did, hard.

     I mean how couldn't he, if he didn't pick up the wine he would be there earlier. Maybe even before he tied the noose.
 
     Now even a year later, he still cries. At night, in the studio. Wherever he can get a free moment, he cries. Then he puts on his "Over it" mask, and smiles..
   
     But he smiles like he won't smile again. Just like Chester.

     If we're honest Mike isn't okay. People would say he was because, him and Chester took acting classes. But look closely and you can see the pain in his eyes.

    Mike didn't drink, or smoke, or cut, because Chester wouldn't want him too. He also doesn't sleep. Because when he does all he sees is Chester angelic face looking bruised and a bit purple.

     He remembers the wine crashing to the floor, he remembers the paramedics. He even remembers how lifeless he looked. But what he remembered most is Chester's smile, while being taking of the rope. Chester's smile, that was like a suicide note that said, "I love you, and I'll miss you, but I'm happy."

     He still lives in the house, hoping that one day his ghost would talk to him. Maybe just maybe he will.