I sighed as I laid down on my bunk. It was as hard as a rock. You know, for a famous rapper, you could do a little better than that. Not to be selfish or anything.

I was SO close to falling asleep when the door cracked open. "Mike? Are you awake?" It was Chester.

"Yeah, Chaz. What do you need?" I whispered, considering that it WAS 2 AM. That's exactly why I wondered why Chester was up right now.

He crawled into the bed and snuggled in next to me. "I had a bad dream.." Normally I would've told him that it wasn't a big deal and to let me sleep, but this was Chester we were talking about. He had nightmares about his tragic childhood. Nobody could blame him.

I turned over towards him, surprised by how close he was to me. Now he was practically pressed against my side out of fear and sadness. When he does this, you know that the death of his mother was involved. "You know it was just a memory. One that you wish you didn't have." By the time I said any of that, he was fast asleep, snuggled in next to me. I silently laughed and turned back over, ready to finally get some rest after a long day.

I heard a scream coming from Chester. I snapped over to see what was wrong. He was lying on the floor in a ball, crying. "Go away... Please..." I heard him mumble.

"Chaz?! What happened?"

"No... Get out of my head... GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" That was all he said. Phi bursted the door open.

"What the hell's going on in here? Hey. Chester.. There's no one here. Just us. You're gonna be alright." Phi was always the best at getting Chester to calm down. To my surprise, it didn't work tonight.

Chester looked at both of us, not even looking like himself anymore. "No. You're wrong, Phi. How can you not see them? They're fucking everywhere.." Chester said as he pulled Dave into a tight hug. "Something's wrong with me, dude. For weeks I've been seeing them. Everywhere. Everywhere.. Everywhere..." He repeated the word until his voice completely faded.

"Who, or what, are 'they?'"

Chester looked at them both as if we were crazy. "The spirits..? You haven't been seeing them? All over the place? I can hardly hear myself think." I guess he had been yelling, talking louder, when he said something. I just hadn't found that different than the normal Chester I knew.

You know, I never got to see that Chester again. He looked directly at me. He looked like a demon was possessing him. Then, he lunged. I didn't even get the time to fight back. His grip was unnaturally strong. I couldn't even move an inch. My heart stopped beating as soon as his cold palm came into contact with my neck.

Little did I know that by letting him come into my room, I never saw the light of day again. I didn't blame my death on Chester, though. It was an outside force that forced him to do it. I wonder if the group even told him that HE killed me. I hope he never had to find out. He would never forgive himself. He would cut himself. He would try to kill himself. Anything that could get him away from the guilt he would feel because of me.

Well, now you know what happened to poor Mike Shinoda. I hope you're happy now...