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Amnesia and Star Child	By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Linkin Park. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“So where are you going?” Mike asked.
Gracie shrugged.
“Mommy once said I’d go to a good place, but mommy was wrong before about daddy being silly, so I don’t know.” Gracie replied, tapping the speakers of her tape player. It was still playing Chopin.
“Where’s your mom going then?” Mike scratched his head.
“She went to see the angels.” Gracie replied solemnly.
“Oh.” Mike frowned.
“But they’ll take care of her, and daddy can’t get me. That’s what the nice policeman said.” Gracie smiled.
“Does that mean you won’t have a mom and dad anymore?” Mike blinked and frowned again.
Gracie paused.
“I don’t know.” She said at last.
“Will I see you again?” He asked.
“I don’t know.” Gracie frowned and kicked a pebble out onto the road.
“When I grow up I’ll find you then.” Mike announced resolutely.
“And you’ll be my friend again?” Gracie looked up.
“Yep. I’ll be the best friend you ever had.” Mike nodded.
“Just like a boyfriend?”
“Yeah, and when I grow up I’ll ask you to marry me, and we’ll live happily ever after just like Cinderella and Prince Charming.”
Gracie smiled and giggled.
“And I’ll say yes just like mommy did. But we’ll need to get you a crown.” She beamed.
“And you’ll need a pretty dress.”
“A glittery one?”
“Yeah a glittery one.”
A lady walked up to them.
“Hey. Gracie, it’s time to go.” She said in a friendly voice.
Gracie and Mike both shook their heads.
“Will you tell Blue where I am?” Gracie asked the social worker.
“We’ll see.” Was the reply.
Gracie looked back at Mike and kissed him on the cheek.
“Bye Blue - bye!” Gracie stood up and took the tape player in her hands, following the social worker to the car and getting in.
Mike stood up and waved.
Gracie waved back, and they kept waving until Gracie had fallen out of sight.
Heaviness fell over Mike and the scene shifted again.

He was in his bedroom, in the basement. There was no light, and the only furniture in there was a thin mattress with grimy, thin, moth eaten blankets.
Mike was curled under them, sucking his thumb and looking into darkness, thinking of Gracie.
“Mike...” A hazy voice called.
Little Mike didn’t move, he only closed his eyes, and then the dream shifted again, and Mike found himself looking at a foggy, rain beaten window, where a shadowy figure was standing behind it.
“Mike... Mike...” The shadow called, louder this time.
“Gracie...” Mike whispered.

~*~*~

Brad shook Mike.
“Gracie...” Mike whispered.
Slowly his eyes flickered open.
“Hey man, wake up. We’re almost in Berlin.” Brad said.
Mike screwed up his face and turned his head away.
“C’mon Shinnizle, please...” Brad sighed and held his head wearily.
He must’ve been tired last night, he didn’t remember falling asleep, actually, he didn’t remember much of what happened that night.
Right now however, was more important, and right now, he had headache.
Brad waited a few moments before sighing and going to wake up the rest of the guys, wondering if it was even worth the trouble - but hell, maybe everything would go back to normal if everyone was awake.
He was tired of this already.
He reached Chester’s bed and then changed his mind.
With a heavy sigh he turned around and headed back to Mike’s bed, sitting down on the floor next to him and contemplating whether he should drag Mike out of bed.
It was the sound of sniffling that snapped Brad back to his senses.
“Mike? Dude, what’s wrong?” Brad asked, resting his hand on Mike’s quivering shoulder.
Mike didn’t move, he cried bitterly, everything that Brad could see of Mike just seemed to ooze misery, isolation and despair - even though there was someone sitting right there, right now - with their hand on his shoulder.
Brad sighed and bit his lip wishing for some kind of answer to just pop up in his head.
“C’mon Mike, snap out of it...” Brad pleaded.
Mike sniffed.
“Mike, who was that girl you mentioned? Gracie? And what about this guy person? Who are these people Mike? What’s going on?” Brad shook his shoulder gently.
Mike’s sniffing subsided some, and for a while, there was only silence.
“It’s worth nothing.” Mike whispered.
Brad groaned in frustration.
“Ergh - Mike - you keep saying that, but that’s wrong!” Brad pulled the emcee over so he was looking at him.
Mike’s lower lip quivered, his eyes were puffy from crying and his cheeks were tear streaked.
The guitarist pulled back, the look in Mike’s eyes caught him.
The look that spoke of being used and abused, lonely, so ridiculously misplaced that there was no hope of ever fitting in - ever.
And further on, deeper in those dark, friendly chocolate eyes of his, was a monster, protecting him, keeping those people away, but the monster was fading, almost gone - a ghost of something else - something that was still there.
“You can’t possibly begin to understand...” Mike took a deep shuddering breath. More tears rolled down his cheeks. “There’s too much to say... You won’t ever understand...” Mike closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. “You didn’t believe Chester. So you can never believe me. These emotions just can’t be justified.”
“Oh Mike... Shinnizle...” Brad trailed off.
Mike broke down in tears again, and Brad chose that moment to sit on the bed and bundle Mike up in his arms, hushing him like he was a kid.
But what else was he supposed to do? Mike was a kid, or that at least, was what he seemed to be.
Geez how was he supposed to make him feel better? And what did he mean by that about Chester? Had Mike been abused as a kid as well?
Shit...
“There’s nowhere to go. Nowhere to run.” Mike whispered.
His grip on Brad’s shirt tightened, he pressed his head closer to Brad’s chest.
“C’mon Mike... Geez, it’s okay... Everything will be fine.” Brad murmured.
He didn’t believe his own words though, and his heart raced from speaking such a lie.
Would it be okay? What was Mike talking about? What had happened to him?
These questions and so many more plagued his mind.
“You need to promise me Brad. Find her for me. I promised her I’d find her...” The part Japanese man looked up at Brad beseechingly.
“Who? Mike stop talking in fucking riddles - who’s ‘she’? Who’s ‘he’ - Gracie - Gracie? Is Gracie who you mean?” Brad probed.
Mike curled up tighter.
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