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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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“His name is Blue. Gracie is her name yeah. It was a long time ago. Just promise me you’ll look for her, Gracie Ingrid Ann McArley. Promise me.” He pleaded.
“Mike, don’t do anything stupid - you’re gonna stay put - please -” Brad was cut off by the rapper, who had put his hand over the guitarist’s mouth.
“Time is falling through the glass as sand - it’s not stopping and it never will unless the creator stops it - there is nothing beyond this. It’s all worth nothing. Nothing worth fighting for, nothing beyond this self destructing humanity - no one to hold me here...” Mike broke off, a fresh wave of tears were rolling down his cheeks.
“Because no one ever loved me and no one ever will.” Brad murmured, taking Mike’s hand away.
He didn’t know where the words had come from, but somehow he just knew they were the ones to speak.
Mike fell silent, his bottom lip quivered violently, tears, still tracing a path down his cheeks, then, he nodded.
Brad’s brow furrowed with ever increasing concern.
“Mike, what happened? What did people do to you? What happened?” He murmured, wiping the tears from Mike’s eyes.
Mike closed his eyes and buried his face into Brad’s shirt, sobbing again.
Brad almost found himself in tears as well - Mike’s apparent misery was contagious it seemed, and on top of Mike’s melancholy was Brad’s own guilt at what he had said to Chester the night before.
What was happening?
All I ever wanted to do was be happy - I wanted to be like those successful people, I wanted to be like Samantha and Chester, Brad thought. I wanted to be loved and be happy, but it’s always too far away, and the one person all the way back to that time before, I made a promise to, but I never kept it.
Because of all my lies and dysfunction and deception, I don’t deserve to live.
It’s my fault, and my fault alone that I am doomed.
Brad blinked the thoughts from his head, not knowing where they came from, or really even what they meant.
With a sigh, he gently detached Mike from him, lying him back down on the bed, where the emcee became limp, and fell once again into a deep slumber.
Brad sat there for a while, watching on as Mike slipped away into the world where memories came back, buried deep in the subconscious, ones that the waking mind couldn’t stand to face - and from what Brad could imagine - those were nightmares.
“How is he?” The flat voice came from Brad’s side.
The voice, soft and almost girlie, like Michael Jackson’s, but in the songs, strong and aggressive.
Brad glanced at Chester but quickly returning his vision to Mike.
“Not good. He woke for a moment and all I got out of him was riddles and tears. Fuck he’s cut up from something. I couldn’t get much from him, he was talking like a prophet.” Brad replied softly.
Chester sat down next to Mike’s head with a sigh, gently resting his hand on the sleeping man’s forehead.
“We’ll let him sleep. When he wakes up again, we should just watch him... I’ll make some calls and we’ll set up flights home. Then we’ll put Mike in some sort of care or something -” Chester was cut off.
“What? Send him to a psychiatric ward? Fuck Chaz - what good will that do?” Brad snapped.
“He needs to go somewhere where he’ll be watched twenty four seven - you can’t leave him alone when he’s like this, and he doesn’t have anywhere else to go - there’s no one else who will be able to look out for him.” Chester replied calmly.
“Then why not Kim and Lesley’s? They’re his parents after all -” Brad argued.
“But they’re elderly - they sleep for the best part of the day - and night. And - hell, I mean - you know how many drugs Lesley has to take. It’s not safe there.” Chester retorted.
Brad pursed his lips in frustration.
“I won’t have him sent to a loony bin - fuck that - there’s no bloody way I’m gonna let him be sent to a crack hole.” He growled.
“Then...” Chester sighed. “I’ll take care of him. Better?”
Brad grimaced and looked at Mike before looking back at Chester.
“You’ll watch him like a hawk? No pissing off with Sam for an hour?” Brad asked.
“Yep.” Chester nodded firmly.
“You won’t leave him behind? Won’t leave him alone in a room? Won’t leave him asleep on hi -” Chester silenced Brad with a wave of his hand.
“Look - I’ll share the guy’s bed if I have to - I won’t let Mike have any chances to hurt himself. Or anyone else for that matter.” Chester said resolutely.
“You swear?” Brad looked back down at Mike, who seemed almost lifeless.
“I swear. Look, just calm down - it won’t help anyone if you flip out as well.” Chester shook his head.
Brad groaned and put his head in his hands.
“This is so fucked uuuup!” He whined.
“I know, but there’s no point whinging about it.” The singer replied.
Brad looked at Chester almost scathingly.
“Why not? Chester - what are you hiding? Has Mike told you something that you swore to keep a secret?” Brad glared.
Chester returned the icy gaze before replying.
“All I know is Mike was abused. He never said anymore than that. Now pull yourself together.” Chester stood up and skulked off.
Brad opened his mouth to argue, but then shut it, giving Chester an icy dagger throwing glare before turning a much softer gaze back down to Mike’s sleeping form.
Had Mike been abused while they were at high?
It would explain why Mike acted so weirdly whenever they... Well, then again, Mike acted weird most of the time - if not all.
Had it been something else instead of just a quirky personality?
Rob made a small sound in his sleep above Brad’s head, but the guitarist took no notice.
Brad absentmindedly touched his fingers to Mike’s goatee, caressing the coarse but groomed hair with long, tender strokes.
He felt like a broody hen bizarrely, and somehow responsible for Mike’s misery.
What if Mike had been molested at high school but Brad never realised it?
What kind of buddy would he be then?
Brad sighed and rested his throbbing head in his hands.
What kind of friend would he be if that was the case?
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