Changing from a wicked past to a safe future

* Cover idea: regina *





This story is about Chester Bennington and his terrible one
Childhood that was unfair and he felt very helpless ...




They came up to him ...
He wanted to escape ... run away ... but one of them had already grabbed his shoulder. They looked at him spitefully and grinned. One of them laughed: "What do we accept from him this time?" The big boy who had grabbed him by the shoulder searched his pockets ... "Little man, where did you leave your money today ...?"
These boys had been harassing the boy for some time, his name was Chester ... he had never told his parents about it ... he thought they wouldn't believe him. "I ... I'm out of money," he stammered. "And should we believe that?" Said the tallest of them. He was sort of a leader of theirs and then put in everything they took from Chester. "Now you run to your parents and get your money there ... and bring it back here, do you understand me?" Chester just looked at the floor ... the tears ran down his face, he was almost five years younger than these guys ...
"Do you understand me?" Yelled the leader. Chester whispered to herself what none of them understood. "Would you please speak louder," he shouted. Chester looked up at him slowly. "My parents don't give me any more money ... they have so little of their own"
"Enough!" He called even louder. "Boys take care of him!" He says commandingly and laughed maliciously. The boy who grabbed his shoulder threw him on the floor ... Chester kicked up hard ... wanted to get up again, but one of the gang hit his foot on Chester so he couldn't get up. .. "Leave me", he cried helplessly.
"Certainly not you, only when you give us money again or something else that has a value," laughed the leader of them."But I have nothing," said Chester sadly, the tears still running down his face. "Then you have to change that, that's your problem," he replied. The leader waved to whoever was pressing Chester to the ground with his feet. He let go of him and followed his leader. Chester stayed on the floor for a short while ... then slowly stood up. His pants had gotten dirty, his mother would surely scold again. But he couldn't tell what really happened. His mother would surely say it was an excuse. He made his way home, his tears had dried and he hoped his mother wouldn't notice. He looked up into the sky, the sun was hiding behind dark clouds ... it almost looked like it would start to rain soon. Chester liked the rain, he didn't know why himself. But whenever it rained, he would sit on the side of the road or in a meadow and just look at the sky ...
A short time later he arrived at home ... he rang the doorbell and his mother answered: "Where have you been again, boy, the meal has been ready a long time", she said impatiently. "I'm ... not hungry, mother," he said softly. "Well that would be cold too, you can do something later," she said. Chester nodded and trotted into his room, where he lay in his bed. He let his gaze wander and, as so often, felt her helpless ... helpless and left alone ... in this great and unjust world.
The door opened slowly ... Chester started up, but then noticed that it was his mother. She wanted to go into his room, but Chester said, “Everything is okay!” He knew that when his mother came into his room and quietly opened the door, she would surely ask if everything was okay with him. In reality it was completely different ... Chester was harassed by bigger boys, excluded from everyone, insulted too deeply by others, had no friends, his father was at work all day, he was always missing him.And he was sure he couldn't talk to his mother about it ...
His mother looked at him briefly and left the room ... Chester jumped off the bed and looked for his skateboard in the closet. He quickly found it, took it into the kitchen and told his mother he was going to skate a little ...
He walked down the street, the path seemed so long to him, all the time he thought about what to do when he came across this passage again. He wanted to run away every time ... but his feet always felt so heavy ... and he just couldn't ... he was just always very scared ...
He arrived at the skate court, it was empty when he looked around ... he had that feeling again ... that feeling of loneliness ... it felt like pain.
He stood on his skateboard, wiggled on it a little and then started off ... over the ramps and just a straight stretch ...
After a while ... he got off his skateboard ... he wanted to go home again.
He was walking down the sidewalk ... but suddenly heard loud footsteps behind him. He immediately thought that it could be this gang "This time I'll run", he thought. He was walking towards home with his skateboard in his arms. He was already out of breath, but ran and ran ... When he got home, he knocked madly on the door. His mother opened it immediately. "Chester, what's the matter with you, you're all out of breath, where have you been?" Chester looked around frantically, but saw no one ... "Oh, nothing," he said shortly. His mother looked at him suspiciously, but Chester smiled at her playfully ... "Just played catch," he lied. "Well then ... don't always overdo it," she replied.
Four years passed ... Chester no longer lived with his parents ... the last few years had passed by just as much, he was alone, excluded and so many things ... Terrible ... Unfair ... Inhuman ... it couldn't be described.Chester had made some friends now ... but they were definitely the wrong ones. They had given him something in their hand a few months ago when they visited him. In his little apartment ... "Hey Chaz, here," said one of his friends named Charlie. He tossed it to Chester ... and Chester caught it. "What's that?" He asked. "You're real from the moon, idiot, what I suppose coke you idiot." "Are you insane," said Chester. "No, I just want to help you, pull that stuff through, you're better." Chester looked at him incredibly and put it aside ...
In the evening he sat in front of the TV, he pondered to himself and a lot of the package that Charlie had given him ... he got it and sat down on the couch again ...
"I'm supposed to be better, he thought, how is this stuff supposed to do that, I just wonder ...
Chester looked at the little package for a while, but then laid it aside again, he just couldn't imagine it ...

The next morning, Chester woke up early and thought he could go shopping, because his fridge looked pitifully empty ...
He went on his way ... it didn't take long then he came across the shop that was close by.
He had done his shopping quickly and went back home to his apartment. But behind him a couple of men, about his age, called out to him to stop afterwards. Chester turned around, the men had already caught up with him and were standing tall in front of him. "What do you want?" He asked, bored. "You have what it takes," began one of them, who didn't look sober. "What ... do you want?" Chester asked in amazement. One of the men, who was standing in the back and now pushed himself forward, said aloud: "You know, exactly what we mean and if you don't get that out right away ..." Chester didn't even know what she meant, he thought hard, but it didn't occur to him ... Whispers came from the men that Chester couldn't understand ..."So you don't want to come across it," he laughed ... he didn't even give Chester time to answer ... then he punched him in the face with full force ... Chester sank to the floor, holding his hand in front of his nose, the groceries he had bought had fallen out of his hand. The blood was dripping from his nose, he wanted to ask her why they were doing this, but someone else hit him with his foot ... it wasn't long before the others came along and hit him. He lay defenseless on the ground, could no longer move or defend himself. His whole body ached ... he lay there for a long time to make sure that they were finally gone ... he tried to get up, first fell back and then got up. What he had bought, he didn't even try to collect it, he made his way back to his apartment with aching limbs. When he got to his apartment, he threw himself on the couch. "Man, what did they want, I don't even know them ...!", Chester wondered ... But suddenly ... he looked at the small table next to him, there was the small package with the white contents .. . "Was that it? He thought, then how did you know?" ...
Chester was in such pain that he wanted to alleviate it somehow, he just didn't know how? ...
"Charlie said that it would help me with this stuff that was in the little package, maybe that's why she wanted it," thought Chester.
He grabbed the little table and took it ... he felt so lonely the whole time ... nobody was able or willing to help him ... simply because he had nobody ...
He didn't know what was driving him, it was like he wasn't himself ... who did that ... who wanted that ... he felt better ... because he listened to Charlie and knew that he was right would have ...
Chester woke up pretty late the next morning. He yawned heartily and got up.He went into the kitchen and made himself a small breakfast. As he crouched down at the table he remembered what had happened yesterday ... He didn't feel good about it, the thought that he was so weak and that he had taken the stuff from Charlie ... But no one could him give the feeling that he is strong ...
He lay down on his couch in the living room and turned on the television. Outside the sun was shining happily, it was warm and there were many people on the street.
Chester had fallen asleep for a short time and when he woke up his hands were shaking ... he didn't know why, but he wasn't feeling well at all. He was so excited ... to try again and Charlie told him that it was only good for him ... like he can take it again, right? Chester thought about it a lot and kept looking at his little table where the