Linkin Park: Brad/Chester, #006 hours
Title: Let go
Fandom: Linkin Park
Characters: Chester/Brad
Prompt: #006 Hours
Word Count: 294
Rating: PG
Summary: Chester's depression has destroyed his relationship.
Chester knows how high maintenance he is, doesn’t need Brad pointing it out to him. Least of all in an angry tone, as if he has any control at all over how he feels.
“You need help, Chester, and medication. Nobody should be such a fucking mess all the God damn time.”
He tells himself over and over in his head don’t cry and don’t prove that he’s right but the tears come anyway, streaming down his cheeks and dripping from his chin. “I don’t” he protests weakly, “I just need you.” He takes a step closer to where Brad stands in the doorway of the bedroom whispering “Please.”
Brad doesn’t meet his eyes, looks away sadly and shakes his head, “No. I can’t help you if you won’t help yourself.”
And he made Chester watch as he packed his bags, and he left.
Chester, he’s all the time pretending he’s a strong person. When he and Brad met their love was pretty much instantaneous, but he still kept up his guard. He should have just kept pretending, he should have kept lying.
Turns out, the truth hurt Brad more than it ever hurt Chester. Turns out - depression destroys everything in his life, and he’s too fucking scared to do anything about it.
The silence of the house scares him. The first thing he does when Brad leaves is hurry downstairs to lock the door, close the blinds, shut out the light. Then he takes a shower.
He sits under the stream of water and loses his battle with tears once more. For hours he stays there, shivering and crying. He laughs to himself bitterly - twenty six years on and he’s still that pathetic, scared little five-year-old boy he was when this all started.
Fandom: Linkin Park
Characters: Chester/Brad
Prompt: #006 Hours
Word Count: 294
Rating: PG
Summary: Chester's depression has destroyed his relationship.
Chester knows how high maintenance he is, doesn’t need Brad pointing it out to him. Least of all in an angry tone, as if he has any control at all over how he feels.
“You need help, Chester, and medication. Nobody should be such a fucking mess all the God damn time.”
He tells himself over and over in his head don’t cry and don’t prove that he’s right but the tears come anyway, streaming down his cheeks and dripping from his chin. “I don’t” he protests weakly, “I just need you.” He takes a step closer to where Brad stands in the doorway of the bedroom whispering “Please.”
Brad doesn’t meet his eyes, looks away sadly and shakes his head, “No. I can’t help you if you won’t help yourself.”
And he made Chester watch as he packed his bags, and he left.
Chester, he’s all the time pretending he’s a strong person. When he and Brad met their love was pretty much instantaneous, but he still kept up his guard. He should have just kept pretending, he should have kept lying.
Turns out, the truth hurt Brad more than it ever hurt Chester. Turns out - depression destroys everything in his life, and he’s too fucking scared to do anything about it.
The silence of the house scares him. The first thing he does when Brad leaves is hurry downstairs to lock the door, close the blinds, shut out the light. Then he takes a shower.
He sits under the stream of water and loses his battle with tears once more. For hours he stays there, shivering and crying. He laughs to himself bitterly - twenty six years on and he’s still that pathetic, scared little five-year-old boy he was when this all started.