Beautiful Day

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

A/N: Poor Chazzy broke his ankle. But that badass is still performing!

Mike's POV

          "GO AWAY! YOU TRY AND TAKE THE BEST OF ME! GO AWAY! YOU TRY AND TAKE THE BEST OF ME!"

          Chester was screaming. He was screaming louder than Mike had ever heard him. It was insane. They had been doing the Reanimation version of Place For My Head and Chester was being louder than ever. Mike stared at him as Chester ran across the stage and ended up next to him.

          "STAY. AWAY. FROM ME!" he screamed into the microphone. Chester raised his head up from when he'd leant over and stared at Mike for a minute. Mike turned away slowly and looked out at the crowd. He had nothing left. There was nothing left for him here in life. Sure his band was great. But the love of his life was gone. His friends were pushing him away as well. He was falling apart. He sighed as they finished the concert and walked to the dressing room. He barely made it into a room before he started crying. He couldn't take it. He laid down on the couch and cried.

          He was in there for a long time before anyone came in to see if he was ok. He didn't even care. He didn't want company. He sniffled as he laid there, staring off into space.

          "Mike?"

          Mike shot up, "Ches?"

          "The guys wanted me to check up on you."

          "Oh."

          "I guess.....I'll just tell them you're fine then," Chester muttered as he walked towards the door.

          "Chester....wait, please. Please Chazzy, take me back. Please take me back. I know I lost control. I know I screwed up. Please give me another chance," Mike begged the other man. Chester stared at him for a minute.

          "Mike....I've given you so many chances. You threatened to kill me. You threatened to end my life. Mike....I couldn't do that. I can't be with someone who wants to hurt me."

          Mike looked away, "You know I don't want to. I was just angry that you'd made the same mistake that I made."

          "Mike.....I'm sorry...but for now....just stay away from me," Chester whispered before leaving the room. Mike looked at the floor. He wanted to cut his wrist. He wanted to do something to get his mind somewhere else but he didn't want to disappoint Chester. He sighed and got up. He walked to the bus and laid down in his bunk. It was late so he was already out when he hit the pillow.

Dave's POV

          He couldn't believe Chester had done that. He couldn't believe it. This hadn't been any kind of rash decision. He'd thought it out and had believed it was the best idea. He sighed as he slowly made his way towards Chester. It was about a week after Chester had dropped the bomb. Their two vocalists weren't talking. He wanted to change that.

          "Chester?"

          "Hey Dave."

          "You and Mike need to figure this out."

          "We did. I told him I couldn't be around him. He's ok with that."

          "Chaz, he's not. Do you see what you've done to him?"

          "Do you see what he almost did to me? He had me pushed against the wall with his hand around my throat. He was cutting off my air," Chester said.