Breakdown || Linkin Park

Chapter 16

Warning: Suicide & self harm is mentioned

Alexis:

The journey home was marked by unpleasant silence.

Only the radio on the air served as a background noise.

"Why?" Mom suddenly asked me.

"Because they called Rob a faggot!" I replied pissed off.

"You should be above something like that. That wasn't a very mature reaction from you, Alexis."

"Oh really?" I snapped.

"Not in this tone, Alexis."

"No. You don't get it. All are against Rob. First of all your lovingly husband." I spat.

"What's wrong with Alan?" She asked innocently.

"This motherfucker is homophonic as hell and beat up your son!"

"He didn't. Maybe he don't like Rob being gay but he would never hurt any of you two."

"You're so wrong, Mom. He already hurt Rob and tried at me too! Rob had protect me from him! Because we're care about each other! He's the only one besides Chester who understands me and this asshole makes everything so difficult for him just because he love boys!"

"Don't tell such lies about him! That's not fair of you." She said angrily.

"Oh, that's not fair of me?! Is it fair of you to believe your second husband more than your own children?!" I yelled angrily.

"Let me out of here right now! I can't take another minute with you in here!"

"Alex-"

"No! I want to get out of here right now!"

She pulled over, so I pushed open the passenger door and got out.

"Alexis, please!" Mom called me out as I walked on.

I just ignored them and walked until I arrived in a familiar area.

This was our old neighborhood before Mom married that asshole.

This is where Rob and I spent the first fourteen years of our lives.

We were almost ten when Dad died and twelve when she got together with Alan and fourteen when they got married.

I took another path until I arrived at the graveyard where our father was buried.

I sat down in front of his grave and stared at it for a while.

Keith Bourdon stood in the grey marble.

Including his date of birth and death and beloved son, beloved brother, beloved husband and beloved father.

"Hopefully death could bring you the peace you hadn't found in life, Dad." I said quietly.

Keith Bourdon was very depressed.

This, however, he could hide more than well from his children, but only half as well from his wife.

And then on that fateful day - exactly a month before Rob's and my tenth birthday - he shot himself in the head somewhere in the middle of the forest.

"Why, Dad? Why did you leave us? We need you! Rob needs you so bad! I fucking need you! Why the hell did you leave us?" I cried bitterly.

I don't know how long I sat here.

The only thing I knew was that it was freezing cold.

"Alexis!" I heard someone scream my name.

"Alex! Are you insane? You're freezing to death here!" The voice was softly scolding me.