Chester was hiding in a hall not many patients or even workers knew about. After rummaging through some drawers in one of the rooms within the hall, he learned that a special therapist worked those corridors and the patients that needed him most, were straight across from his office. The therapist was fired after taking advantage of a patient - or at least, that's what the patient claimed. The journal the therapist kept, explained that earlier sessions didn't go well and after those encounters, the patient wanted him gone.

It seemed to have worked or else Chester wouldn't have been able to dig around the office. He was tired of exploring the space and decided to just wander the hallway, but he realized he shouldn't have when he heard a familiar voice calling to him.

"Here, Chazzy Chazzy Chazzy... Come out, come out wherever you are," The voice sang playfully, echoing towards Chester. He stiffened and looked around, wondering how Mark could've found him. Surprisingly, he must've been one of the rare few who knew about the corridor. "Chazzy, come out and play..."

'Fuck, there's no where to go,' Chester thought, realizing he had gone too far down the hallway and there was only an emergency exit to escape out of, but it had been boarded up after the hall was abandoned. 'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...'

"Chazzy, I just wanna talk," Mark cooed, his voice sounding closer. Chester was frantically looking to every corner of the hall before his eyes landed up on the paneled ceiling. "Don't you wanna be my friend?"

'Some friend you'd be,' Chester scowled silently and placed his foot on a case that protected the fire extinguisher. He managed to hoist himself up completely and pushed a panel up and over. He grabbed the edge of the empty square and pulled his body, being grateful he was skinnier than anything in that moment. He wiggled through the space and managed to get quite comfortable. He figured this would be a nice place to hide other days, not expecting to be let out soon - or at least hoping he wouldn't. He'd rather be in here with Mark than out there with 'him.'

"Chester..." Mark's voice purred, sounding as though it was coming from right underneath him. He had just managed to put the square back, but kept it pushed open a little so he could see Mark. "Chazzy, I know you're in here."

'Like hell you do. You just want to scare me in case I actually do happen to be in here,' Chester thought - hoped - still remaining silent, figuring he must've been saying this type of stuff down other hallways.

"I'm surprised at you, Chester. I thought you wanted to see the band. I suppose not. Maybe I'll just..." Mark's voice trailed off and Chester pulled his eyes off of him and looked around for a silent escape.

Suddenly, a panel to his right popped up and Chester saw a wooden stick that looked to be from a boarder on one of the walls. The panel pushed towards him, trying to rest on the ledge, but it was too close to Chester, who realized he couldn't wiggle away from it in time. He was silently cursing loudly in his head, knowing only Mark would think much of it. He managed to look out the hole next to him and saw Mark looking up at him, with an eerie smile pressed against his lips.

"Found you," He sang.

~

Chester refused to walk with Mark, who had a tight grip on his arm and was pulling him towards one of the abandoned rooms in the hallway he was hiding in. He pushed back with his feet, but it didn't help to any avail. Eventually, Mark managed to shove him into the room and closed the door. He turned back to Chester, who was cowering in the corner of the room with a slight tremble. Mark tapped his chin and smiled.

"What are you so afraid of, Chester?" Mark hummed and Chester remained silent, not planning on talking at all whatsoever. "What does the famous Chester Bennington of the international band, Linkin Park, have to be so worried about? Tell me, what happened to you that landed you in this joint?"

'As if I'd tell you,' Chester thought sourly, but his thoughts of anger was crippled with fear that wracked through his body when Mark took a large step closer to him.

"You don't seem too excited to see your friends... The whole band is here," Mark guessed, not actually knowing if every one of them were here. He noticed Chester cringe at the mention of it and smirked. "So, you don't want to see them? Is it just one of them? Is it Mike? Brad? Rob? Joe? What about... ah, what's his name? Dave?"

'Stop, stop, stop, stop,' Chester repeatedly thought, but Mark seemed to pick up on his uneasiness.

"Hmm. What could one of them do to make you so afraid?" Mark thought aloud with a smile and went closer to Chester. He had an idea and put a hand on his hip, making him whine quietly. "I think I see now. Good news for you though; I don't swing that way."

Mark sent a fist into his stomach, which made him wince and double over in pain. Mark chuckled and pushed him to the ground, sending a kick, which hit his shoulder. He cried out, producing the most noise Mark had ever heard from the vocalist. He bent and grabbed Chester's neck, squeezing it as he hoisted him up. Chester choked and gasped when he was on his feet and Mark released him.

"That will teach you not to mess with me. Be careful of who you replace," He sneered and pulled Chester to the door. "Time to face your fears, Chazzy Chaz."

~

Chester waited impatiently in his room. Mark had just left and locked his door on the way out, sending a few more crude remarks towards him as he left. Chester tried some breathing exercises as he waited, not wanting to go through a panic attack when 'he' comes into the room.

He flinched when the door to his room open and he backed to a corner. He watched as it opened completely and he saw Mike - ignoring the others. He rushed to his boyfriend and hugged him as tightly as he could, burying his face into Mike's chest. He wasn't listening to whatever the guys were saying, just hearing muffled voices beside him. Someone touched his shoulder from behind and he shoved himself closer to Mike, showing a clear sign he didn't want anyone else to touch him.

Mike looked to the others uncertainly. He was overjoyed that Chester had run straight to him, but was concerned when he wouldn't even look at the guys. His eyebrows scrunched together in worry and he made eye contact with Brad.

"Could you guys let Chaz and I have some alone time?" He asked softly and Brad nodded, gesturing to the others to give them some time together. "Chazzy, are you alright?"

He pulled away from Chester and tried to give him a soft smile. Chester gave a small, half one in return, but didn't reply straightaway. Mike realized he wasn't any better than the first day he was admitted and felt extremely depressed about that. He wondered if he should get himself admitted to the facility so he wouldn't have to be away from Chester.

"I-I'm okay," Chester finally spoke to him and he couldn't help but grin.

"Why aren't you talking to anyone?" Mike asked softly and Chester bit his lip.

"I'm talking to you."

"Chester..." He said in a warning tone and waited for Chester to reply. When he didn't, he decided he'd need to keep a conversation going - even if that meant changing the subject. "I got you a couple of things."

That seemed to perk Chester's interest and the two sat on his bed. Talinda had opened the bag just before leaving and set it down for him. Mike took the bag and set it on his lap. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter first.

"I don't like you smoking, but I figured you'd want them," He sighed and handed it to Chester, who immediately took the plastic wrap off the case and slipped one into his mouth, lighting it. The facility didn't mind smoking, but some patients weren't allowed lighters.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it," Chester smiled, taking in a deep drag and blowing out the light grey smoke. He sighed contently and looked to Mike with loving eyes as he went to take out more things from the bag.

"I brought you a couple books. I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I got you some murder/mystery, horror, and some about the history of music. I also brought some pictures of us and the guys, just to remind you that we're waiting for you out there. I hate leaving you here," Mike frowned, but turned back to the bag - not noticing Chester's brief reaction of fear at the mention of the guys. Mike rose and dug out a pair of headphones and a spare phone out of his back pocket. "I'm sick of never knowing if you're alright and not knowing what you're up to, so I snuck in a phone for you. My number and the others' are already in there and they have this one. Be careful, I don't want it to get taken away. I also put some music on it for you."

"Mike... Thank you so much," Chester took the items and immediately stuffed the phone and headphones under his pillow. His actual phone had been taken away when he was admitted. "I promise I'll text you everyday."

"You better," Mike grinned and noticed Chester's cigarette was about to break ashes over the floor and quickly pulled out an ashtray. Chester grinned and took it, flicking the ashes off. He set his cigarette and tray off to the side and hugged Mike tightly.

"I don't want you to go," He gripped onto him tighter and Mike felt his heart breaking and a fire fueling inside of him to figure out what happened to him and who hurt him.

"I don't know when I have to leave, but I can come back if you actually talk to these people," Mike encouraged and Chester sighed.

"Okay," He pulled away and Mike noticed he was looking at the ground.

"What happened, Ches? You have to tell me," He said quietly, in case someone was listening in on them. He knew Chester was paranoid about such as well, and hoped that talking in a low voice, will convince him that Mike is there to help and keep whatever is said between just them two.

"I can't Mike," Chester immediately replied, matching Mike's volume.

"Chaz... I don't want to jump to conclusions or scare you, but the other guys and I were talking and... We think..." Mike trailed off, unsure how to put it without scaring Chester away or startling him.

"Rape?" Chester whispered, shocking Mike. He nodded slowly, not bothering to hide his concerned expression. Chester didn't say anything, but he kissed back when Mike placed his lips upon his. He hugged Chester tightly and squeezed him gently.

"I'll find whoever did this, Chester. I will find them and they will regret ever laying a hand on you. Do you understand?" Mike asked more sternly and Chester nodded.

"Don't do anything stupid," Chester begged him silently, but was glad Mike was going to take care of things. He wanted him to find out himself so 'he' wouldn't hurt him again for telling Mike.

"Everything will be fine, okay? Chester, I love you," Mike reminded him and Chester put his ear against Mike's chest, huddling closer to him. Mike was warm and comfortable, something Chester hasn't experienced since he was admitted to the facility.

"I love you too, Mike."