Chester Bennington - Unusual Neighbor

When there's no way out

A knock on my door snapped me out of my studies. The final exams were there, and my graduation date was almost there. I was getting nervous about it, but not much will change, right? I'm already working as an intern at Rene's husband's clinic, and when I'm finally graduated, I will get a job there. A good job. But for that to happen, I needed to study, and the insistent doorbell was pissing me off.

When I opened the door, my blood froze inside my veins.

"Mike?"

He pushed the door open and entered my apartment without even asking for permission. I didn't react, though, he looked like shit. He was pale, panting, shaking even; his eyes were red and puffy like he has been crying or like has been doing drugs. I didn't even dare to say a word as he walked from one side of my living room to another with his hands in his head, pulling his hair in desperation.

For one minute I stood there, with my door opened, just looking at him.

Then, I jumped back completely scared when he walked over me, pulling a gun out of his jeans and pointing it at my head.

"Close the fucking door!" He yelled. 

Without thinking twice, I closed it and held my hands in the air, looking him in the eyes.

My tears were burning in my eyes, one falling down my face.

"Mike -- " I muttered, but he interrupted me.

"SHUT UP!" He yelled.

I closed my mouth, my hands trembling in the air. All I could think about was how lucky it was that Chester wasn't there. I'm sure he'd shot by now since he was so distressed. Was it because of the box I sent? Well, it's been almost two months since I sent it, I thought it resulted, since he hasn't spoken to us since then, I thought it would help him see the truth and leave us alone for good. He was in denial for too long, he needed to face the truth and see that no one was responsible for Mia's death. No one but the one that actually hurt her, and he had his sentence already.

Mike's hand was trembling, so I knew he had no intention of shooting me. He needed to let it all out, whatever was making him act like that. 

However, one wrong move or one mistold word could make him lose control and shoot.

"I received your package," he said. "Do you think it would be funny? Huh?"

He approached me and pressed his gun against my temples.

"No," I cried. "I wanted you to know the truth."

"THE TRUTH? THE TRUTH??? The truth is that your beloved boyfriend killed her. He didn't drown her, but he treated her like shit that she ended up killing herself," he hissed.

"Did you see everything in that box?" I asked, afraid of his reaction.

"I did," Mike simply said.

"Did you read her diary?" I asked, once again my voice failing on me.

"I did. And I don't know what you intended but that diary was written by a child. She didn't know what she was writing. You weren't there, you didn't see how Chester treated her!" 

"I've told Chester and I tell you now, heartbreaking wouldn't be enough reason for her to kill herself and I was right! You read the same I did! You know what your friend Brian did to her. Why do you keep on blaming Chester?" I yelled back.

"Because Brian is dead!" He replied and a long moment of silence fell upon us.

Mike got away from me, walking around in the living room with his hands in his head, once again. The air around us became so cold, so terrifyingly freezing even though the weather was warm and sunny. I could feel every muscle of my body becoming rigid, stiffed in fear. I only prayed for Chester not to decide to come home earlier that day. I was so scared of what might happen if he walks through that door...