Beautiful Day

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Mike’s POV

          It had been a week. Chester had been gone for a week and Mike had no idea where he was. He’d been searching everywhere. He’d called Nolan up but the other man had no idea that Chester had even run off in the first place. They said they’d look though. Mike sighed as he laid back on the couch in their huge home. The message to the fans had been that Chester had come down with a bad disease and he wouldn’t be able to perform. Not that he had run off and hid from them. He wished that it was the first one. He wished Chester was laying on the couch, sick instead of being somewhere he didn’t even know. How could he do this? How could he just run off?

          “You’re so fucking selfish!” Mike snarled as he threw a pillow at the window. It didn’t do much at all for his anger. “You can’t just run off and leave behind the people who care about you!”

          It wasn’t ever going to get any better. He would sit alone in the empty house the entire day, calling the guys every so often to see if they had any news. He didn’t talk to Dave. He would listen to Chester sing in their music and he’d fall asleep just to wake up the next day and repeat the same process.

          After two weeks of being alone without Chester he was going to lose it. Where could Chester have gone in the first place? There had to be somewhere they weren’t thinking of. And then the place snapped into his head. He got into his car and drove as fast as he could without getting pulled over. He knew where Chester was.

Chester’s POV

          At least he wasn’t begging for money. That was the only positive thing in his life right now. He missed Mike. He missed Mike a lot. He would hide at night. He’d hide away in the corner of the park and hope that no one found him there. The first couple of nights had been rough. He hadn’t found a good place to sleep and he’d ended up sleeping in an abandoned building. The next night, he’d been found, beat up, and sent running to find a new place. He didn’t want to buy a house and waste the money he had. He’d need food more. He stunk. He was dirty and his hair was longer. Not super long. But it definitely was uncomfortable. He knew that Mike would call Steve and Nolan after his note so he didn’t go there. He just needed to get away. So after two weeks, he stumbled back to his hometown and hid in the corner of the park.

He was shaking like crazy. He hadn’t eaten in a little while. His money had run out today. Now he was going to start acting like a real homeless guy. Great. It was the middle of October and the days were getting cooler. He shivered again and pulled his jacket closer to his body. How was he going to survive this? He saw people walking through the park but none of them noticed him. He was too far away. He leaned up against the tree next to him and played with the razor blade in his hand. He remembered a long time ago that he had contemplated killing himself right here. He could do it too. This time, he wouldn’t screw it up. The world would be better off without Chester Bennington.

But the more he thought about it, the more scared he got. What if it hurt? What if it took too long and he was left in agonizing pain? Well it wouldn’t be anything he didn’t deserve. He pressed the blade to his wrist and dragged it slowly across one of the previously healed scars. They all deserved to be opened again. He cut over each one and watched the blood drip down his hand. It was addicting. Just like a drug.

          What would Mike think? God Mike would be so disappointed in him right now. He wiped the blood with his shirt and then slowly wrapped his wrist up in a thin bandage. The blood continued to come and it coated the bandage. He sighed and closed his eyes. The night was coming up quickly on him. He shivered again and tugged his jacket up to his chin. The sun started to set and the darkness swallowed him up. He felt so small and worthless. Footstep crunched towards him and he whimpered quietly. They were getting closer.