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Stay With Me
By linkin park lover


A/N: Never happened, hope to god never will. Don't own.

Chapter 1

It was a bright sunny day as my family and I were driving down the road back to our house after picking up some Burger King. The birds were chirping and the sun was smiling down on us. It seemed like the perfect day; but nothing could've prepared me for what happened next.

It was only as the green light turned to red and my dad pulled to a stop by another car did I turn my head over slightly to the right and saw it. A man; lying in his own blood and sprawled out like he'd been thrown there like a piece of trash was lying two feet away from me. I just stared at him, in shock, before regaining my senses. “Hey, look over there!” I cried out, starling everyone in the car, “There's a man lying in blood.”

My dad was the first to react as he looked over there and indeed saw the blood-covered man. “I'll go investigate.” He said as he got out of the car and went over to where the man was laying.

“Who do you think it is?” my mom asked me as I stared at the man who looked like he was dead.

“I dunno.” I replied, still looking at the man. He looked so familiar. It's like I've seen him before but I can't remember where. Those tattoos on his wrists and his shoulders look strikingly familiar but I can't place it in my mind. It was only until I saw his face then it clicked in mine mind who it was.


Thousands of questions and emotions were running through me as I gawked at him. Why is he lying on the ground covered in blood? Who did this to him? What did he do to deserve this? Where are the other members of Linkin Park?

Tears prickled my eyes as I could stare at him no longer and bolted out of the car. I could faintly hear my mother yelling at me to come back.

Meanwhile, my dad was on the phone with the police when I made it over there. I dropped to my knees and saw the extent of the damage that he had taken. His face was so bloody that you could barely recognize him. His t-shirt was drenched in blood but it looked like there was no serious injury done to him, which I'm thankful for. The rest of his body looked like it was beat up. His once beautiful brown hair was now mattered with blood. His chocolate brown eyes were no longer visible to the world and his skin send shivers up my spine when I touched it. It was cold as ice. I feared that he might be dead, but relief washed over me when I checked for a pulse and found one; a very weak one, though.

“Michelle, get back in the car.” My dad told me sharply but I ignored him.

“Leave me alone.” I cried out, glaring at my dad.

“Michelle!” my dad said sternly, “get back in the car now.”

I once again, ignored him. My main focus was Chester right now. I didn't care about anything else. I reached up and touched Chester's pale hand with my own and it was only then I realized that I was crying. “It's not fair!” I cried out, salty liquid pouring out from my eyes, “Why do people have to be so heartless...” I trailed off, lost in my own little world; sobs racking my body that left me gasping for air.

“Michelle!” I could hear my mom coming this way, probably to give me a lecture about leaving the car like that; but I didn't care. Nothing in life mattered at the moment.

I can hear my parents whispering amongst themselves as I looked at Chester's bruised and cut body with disbelieving eyes. What kind of monster would do this? Who would want to do this to Chester Bennington, rock god of Linkin Park? I didn't understand. I did understand, however, when I find that…. that monster that's responsible for this, I will personally murder them with my bare hands.

After whispering with my dad, my mother turned to face me. “Michelle, what is wrong with you? You're crying over a person you don't even know!”

“Yes, I do know him, Mom!” I snapped, “That's Chester Bennington, lead singer from Linkin Park!” My anger was seeping over the edge.

My mom's face softened a little when she realized who he was, but she still kept her firm attitude. “Well, just because he's your idol and you worship the guy doesn't mean you have to throw a cry feast over him! He might not even die!”

I took her words into consideration. I mean, I might be crying over nothing and he may not die, but judging by how much blood is on him and on the grass I wasn't being too optimistic. “Yeah, he might.” I muttered, tears still escaping my chocolate eyes. But what if he doesn't make it? My brain backfired on me, what then?

That thought scared the hell out of me. What if he didn't make it? Sure, he had a semi-good chance of surviving because there weren't any serious wounds but what if he didn't make it? Linkin Park wouldn't be Linkin Park without Chester. He was the only singer they had. They wouldn't be able to produce any more albums, let alone music. Even if they found a new singer it wouldn't replace Chester. No one would be able to replace him! He's the fire of the band. Without him, that fire is gone. Plus, I loved him with all my heart. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to him.

“Chester, please be okay.” I faintly whispered, tears dripping off my face and onto Chester's blood-stained shirt.

Suddenly, I could hear sirens coming closer and closer. I looked up and saw that an ambulance was on its way. Finally. I thought, Chester's going to get the help that he needs.

After the ambulance came and placed Chester on a stretcher, I walked up to one of the paramedics on shaky feet. “I-is he going to be ok?” I asked while crying.

The paramedic gave me a sympathetic look as she finished loading Chester in the ambulance. “I can't tell you what the outcome will be but Chester is a very strong man and he will get through this.”

I smiled sadly at her and nodded. I knew she was trying to make me feel better but the possibly of Chester dying was just too much to bear. “Can I ride with him?” I asked shakily.

The paramedic smiled at me. “Sure, as long as it's ok with your parents.”

I looked back at my parents with pleading eyes and my mom sighed. “Go ahead.”

I didn't waste time jumping into the vehicle and sitting right by Chester. I was amazed by how much wiring that was connected to him. The blood that was previously on his body was somewhat gone, but most of it was still there. It was like looking at something right of a horror movie. He had so much bandages and gauze wrapped around him that he looked like a mummy. I leaned back in the chair as that I was seated in and sighed as the ambulance started up. When are we going to get to the hospital?

After a few minutes of riding in that horrible ambulance that gave me cramps, we finally arrived. I watched as they loaded Chester out and wheeled him in ER.

Moments later, I was sitting in the waiting room with my family, awaiting any news on Chester's condition. I then looked up to see five guys advance on us. “Are you the one who brought Chester to the hospital?” one of them asks.

I soon realized who they were; the five members of Linkin Park. “Yes, we are.” I said, my voice a little shaky due to all the crying I did.

The DJ, Joe, smiled at me. “The doctor on the phone told us what happened. Thank you for saving our friend. It means a lot to us. I don't know how we'll ever repay you.”

I smiled at them. “It was no problem, Joe. I just want one thing.”

“Oh yeah, what's that?”

Tears welled up in my eyes before answering. “I want Chester to be ok.” I said before breaking down into a fit of sobs.

Mike walked up to me and pulled me into a hug which I gladly accepted. “Hey, Chester will be ok. He's a fighter. He wouldn't leave us without giving a big fight. Trust me, he'll make it. He has to…” Mike trailed off in the last sentence.

I sobbed into his shirt as I griped it for dear life. The rest of the members seated themselves in the hard plastic chairs while we waited on any news regarding Chester.

I lost track of time of how long we've been waiting there when a doctor came out. “Are you hear for Chester Bennington?”

I immediately sprang to my feet. “What happened? Is he ok? Who did this to him?” I know I was asking millions of questions but my mouth wouldn't shut up. The rest of the band was behind me, waiting for the doctor to begin talking.

The doctor sighed and cleared his throat. “I'm not going to lie to you; Chester's situation isn't very good. He's lost a lot of blood and his temperature is decreasing slowly. Upon examination, we found that he was beat very badly and also that he was sexually assaulted.” My breath was caught in my throat at that point, “also, he had a broken arm and a sprained leg. Right now, he's awake and you may go see him but his condition may vary from time to time.” The doctor then gave Mike his room number and then walked away, leaving us to absorb this new information.

“Jesus Christ.” breathed Mike, speaking for the rest of the band.

I couldn't speak. I just sat there, numb. Hot liquid cascaded down my face as I replayed the doctor's words in my head. How could someone do this? Beat up and rape an innocent person who's done nothing to the world except give it its music and play for millions of people around the world? What kind of sick person would do this?

I couldn't take the reality of the situation anymore and broke down crying. “What did he do to deserve this?” I cried, causing everyone to turn and look at me, “its not fair! He never did anything to anybody so why him?!”

Mike walked over and put a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Hey, everything will be okay. C'mon, lets go see Chester.”

My ears immediately perked up at the thought as all the band members got up and followed us to Chester's room. My parents stayed behind. I then realized that I haven't even introduced myself yet. I couldn't kicked myself for being so stupid. “Oh, by the way, mine name is Michelle.” I said.

Mike smiled at me and shook my hand. “It's nice to meet you, Michelle.”

I then looked up at him, realizing for the first time that I'm in the same room as my idols. “I know that this is an inappropriate time, but I just wanna say that I'm an extremely big fan and I love your music.”

Mike just smiled and shook his head. “Nonsense. I'm just glad that a fan saved Chester. It makes it more special, ya know? I wouldn't be complaining if someone who wasn't a fan saved Chester; I'm just saying that this makes it more special.”

I nodded and smiled at him. “Well, we're here.” Mike announced. I looked up and saw a door in front of us that read, 213. Must've been Chester's room number.

Mike opened the door and we all stepped in. My nostrils were immediately attacked by the smell of disinfects. My eyes traveled up to the bedside and locked with Chester's body. His arms were connected to an IV, his right arm and leg were sporting a cast, and the rest of his body had gauze and bandages wrapped around it. I let out a shocked gasp at the condition his body was in. Nobody should have to through what he had to go through. Why did bad things always happen to good people? Liquid threatened to spill from my eyes but I held them in. I can't cry. Not now; not in front of him.

I soon realized that Chester was looking at me. I looked deep into his chocolate brown orbs and saw confusion and fear in them. “Hey Ches.” I looked over at Mike who was smiling lightly at him. I smiled to. I'm glad your safe Chester. I thought as I smiled.

“Hey man.” I heard Chester say as he patted the chair next to his bedside. Mike took this as a hint and went over there and sat down, followed by the rest of the band who pulled up chairs and sat around Chester. It was then that Chester finally noticed me and turned to Mike. “Who's she?”

Mike smiled at Chester as he began to retell to him everything that happened. When he was done, Chester looked up to me and motioned for me to come closer. When I did, he smiled at me and said, “I'm so thankful to have you as a fan. I can't began to thank you enough for saving my life.”

I smiled at him. “It was no problem, Chester. I'm just glad that that I saved you.”

Chester flashed me a grin and laid back in bed, looking relaxed; but I could tell something was wrong with him. “Chester.” I spoke softy, “who did this to you?”

Chester looked up at me with sadness clouding his eyes. “I-it was someone from my past.” he spoke in a tone so softy that it was hard to hear him, “you see, I didn't have a very good life as a child. My parents divorced when I was 11 and I did drugs.” Chester took a deep breath before continuing, “I also stayed with a family friend when I was a child. He was nice to me and all, but that was only in front of people. Whenever we got alone, he would- he would molest me.” I could see tears prickling at the end of his eyelids but he held them in. “He was put in jail for child molestation but a few years ago he got out on parole. He's been searching for me ever since and he also made a vow that when he got out of jail he would finish the job.” Mike was rubbing Chester's back as he told the story. I stared at Chester with opened mouth shock. I knew about Chester's past like when he did drugs and when his parents separated, but I never knew this much. I felt so sorry for him.

“Chester I-.” I was at a loss for words. I didn't know what to say to him. I mean, what could you say to a person who was brutally beaten and raped by someone who was supposed to love them?

“Hey, Chaz, I'll be okay.” I looked over at Mike who was conforming Chester.

“Michelle, are you ready to go?” I looked over my shoulder and saw my parents standing in the doorway.

I looked back over at Chester one more time. “Bye Chester. I'll see you tomorrow.” I half-smiled at him and walked over to where my parents were standing.

Chester looked up at me and managed a small smile. “See ya Michelle.”

I walked out of the room with my parents and was confident that Chester was going to be okay. Little did I know, however, Chester was going to be far from okay.

I was sitting at the table, eating breakfast and I didn't even look up when my dad came into the room. “Hey pumpkin, how are you feeling?” he asked, as he sat himself down and poured himself a glass of milk.

“I'm fine.” I lied. Truth is, I was anything but fine. I couldn't stop thinking about Chester and wondering if he was going to be ok; wondering if he made it through the night.

I was jolted out of my thoughts when the telephone rang. Grumbling under my breath, I reached over and took the phone off its charger and put it up to my ear. “Hello.”

“Michelle, it that you?” the other voice sounded so panicked and worried. It was then I recognized the voice as Mike's.

“Mike, is that you? What's wrong? Is it Chester?” the words from my mouth sounded so rushed but at the moment I didn't care.

“Yes it is. Come down to the hospital right now.” his voice was one of desperation.

“Okay, I'm coming.” I said briskly into the phone then I hung up.

“Mom, Dad! We have to go to the hospital! Come on!” I was already half-way out the door before my parents registered what I said.

Both of my parents sighed. They knew what this was about but they weren't about to argue with me when I'm like this. The last time they did I threw a hissy fit and screamed into their faces. “I'll get the car.” my dad muttered as he went to go get his keys.

My mother sighed and threw her hands up into the air. “Honesty Michelle! Can't you stop worrying about him for just one minute! I am so sick and tried of your obsession with this guy! You don't even know him so why the hell would you care about him!”

I glared at her for a minute before I responded. “You just don't get it do you? Chester has helped me a lot through my life! Like when my grandmother died. His music helped my get over her death and when I met him at my first concert I told him about her death and he hugged me and told me to be strong! Plus, I know more about him then you think! So excuse me for worrying about him!” I could feel my breath coming out in short little gasps. Here I was wasting time arguing with my mom when I could be at the hospital getting some answers on Chester's condition.

Just when I thought my mom was going to say something else, I heard the familiar jingling of keys and my dad coming back. “I got the keys, lets go.” he obviously wanted to get this over and done with so he could come back home and relax from yesterday`s events.

One by one, we all piled into the car and drove off to the hospital, where all my answers await. But I couldn't stop thinking about Chester. Is he all right? What happened to him? And my most feared question: is he alive? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to him. Heck, I'm barely living with myself from yesterday's events. “We're here.” my dad's voice startles me as I snap out of my thoughts. I looked up at the gigantic building that held Chester. The outside of the building was white with a little touch of blue on the sides. There were thick palm trees on either side of the hospital and the grass was dancing in the wind around it.

I gulped slightly as I stared at the magnificent building and shuddered. That's where all my answers lied. That's where I'll get my answer for why Mike called up so panicky. Oh well, I gave him my number for a reason, didn't I?

My dad and my mother got out and we both walked towards the building. A feeling of dread washed over me as we entered the building. In a few moments, we're going to meet with the doctor and find out what's wrong with Chester. In truth, I didn't want to know. I didn't want to know if he's dead or not. I just want all of this to be a nightmare. I want to wake up from this bad dream and know that Chester's okay.

As we walked towards the doctor's office on the 2nd floor, I knew that this was anything but a dream. It was real.

My dad opened the door and we stepped in. A desk was in the middle of the room and to my right their was a plant sitting in a pot. The floor was green and the walls were painted baby blue. I soon spotted the five members of Linkin Park sitting in chairs in front of the desk.

Mike turned around and spotted us standing in the doorway. “Hey guys.” he said weakly, “come on in.”

I obediently walked over and sat down in an empty chair besides Mike. Finally, the question I could hold in no longer came spewing out from my mouth. “What happened to Chester? Is he ok?”

The doctor's expression was full of sadness. He cleared his throat before he started speaking. “I'm sorry to tell you this, but he's not ok.” I could feel my heart beginning to break. “Early this morning, we got a code blue saying that crystal meth has been detected in Chester's body. Apparently, someone put a big dose of crystal meth into Chester's IV and it went straight into his bloodstream. Because of Chester's history, he lived a little longer then most people. Other people would've died on the spot. We tried everything to save him but it was too late. Chester died 1 hour ago.”

Nobody said a thing after that. It was as if we were suspended in time. Mike was the first to react. He put his head into his hands and burst into tears. The rest of the band followed after that. “Chester no.” Mike whispered as sobs racked his body. Rob pulled the emcee into a hug, letting Mike soak his shirt with tears while he tried to console him.

I didn't do anything. I just sat there in shock. I was in disbelieve that this was happening. That any of this was happening. This wasn't fair! Good people should never die. They should live forever and not have to deal with all the bad stuff that goes on in the world. Especially rockstars. They should stay alive and play music for their fans forever. They shouldn't have to meet death. Chester was no exception. He shouldn't have to deal with all the crap that goes on with today's world. He should be happy. He should've died. That motherfucker who did this to Chester should be the one to die. He doesn't deserve to live for doing such an unforgivable act. He should burn in hell for what he did. He's the one that should've died, not Chester, who had so much to live for.

Salty tears trailed down my cheeks and dripped on the green carpet and I sobbed out Chester's name. “It's not fair! Why did he have to die? WHY??” Mike pulled out of Rob's embrace and wrapped his arms around me.

“Hey, e-everything w-will be o-ok.” stuttered Mike as tears ran down his pale face and fell onto the ugly colored carpet.

I looked up at Mike while he tried to reassure me that everything will be ok. But I knew in my heart that everything wasn't going to be ok. Chester's dead and nothing can bring him back. But he isn't suppose to be dead. He's supposed to be getting ready for a show or writing a new Linkin Park album. He's supposed to be spending time with his friends and family, not lying on a hospital bed, dead. This isn't fair, rockstars- no; your idols aren't supposed to die.

But they do.



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