Remember Me

First Memory

Chester watched Katherine walk out of his room and he looked around. He noticed it was dark out and he scoffed, continuing to look. The room was tidy apart from the sink area. Chester noticed the different band posters hanging on his wall along with a cross necklace hang off a thumbtack. Chester lifted it and gave it a good stare down. Would it hurt to try praying?

Chester clutched the cross and sat at the edge of his bed, closing his eyes. "I don't know if you can hear me or if you're even real, but I really want to believe there's a greater power that's good. Please give me some sort of sign that proves you're real... Let me remember something, please!" "Are you...praying?"

Chester jumped and his head shot up, eyes resting on Keith. His brother gave him a confused look. "You don't pray... Chester, you don't believe in God..." Keith said. Chester sighed. "It didn't hurt, Keith. And you should really learn to knock before entering someone's room." he replied, putting the necklace around his neck. Keith walked over to the bed and sat next to Chester, looking down. "I'm sorry."

Chester got up and went to clean up his sink area. "Is there a reason why you came in here?" he asked, not looking up. Keith looked up and frowned. "So, I need a reason to come hang out with my brother?" Chester was about to reply, when his eye caught something silver in his toothbrush holder. He pulled it out and his eyes widen at the blood stained razor blade. "Oh my god..." he choked out.

Keith gave his brother a concerned look and stood up. "Chester?" he questioned. Chester turned toward Keith, the younger brother catching the razor blade. "Did I...have a self-harm problem?" Chester asked. Keith stood frozen in his spot, tears falling from his face. Chester has a cutting problem? Since when? Why would he do that? "Keith, answer me! I'm freaking out!" Chester cried. Keith blinked and met Chester's terrified gaze. "If you did, you never told me about it..."

Chester looked down at his gloves and frowned. He threw the blade in the trash and pulled his gloves off, flipping over his arms. Keith walked over to his brother and saw Chester's bare arms. A closer look and Keith gasped. White scars lined his arms and Keith looked up, Chester giving him a terrified look. "You... I can't believe it... You didn't tell me about this?" Keith didn't wait for a reply and he walked out of the room.

Chester looked at the scars and his stomach churned. If I cut, my life must be horrible... Chester sighed and grabbed his gloves, walking over to his drawer and put them on it. He took out a clean shirt and stripped down to his boxers. Chester slid his fresh shirt on and jumped at the sudden clunk on his window. He walked over and frowned. Quinn was trying to get his attention.

Chester opened his window and leaned on the frame. "What do you want?" he spat. Quinn bit his lip. "Do you really believe that I would take advantage of you?" Quinn asked. Chester sighed. "I don't know, Quinn. You were taking things a little too quick for my liking. I don't remember you, Quinn. You can't just say 'oh, you're my boyfriend' and expect me to just go with it." Quinn looked down. "I know and I'm sorry. I thought you would be okay with it, but I was wrong..."

Chester contemplated on asking Quinn about his self-harm addiction, but he decided against it. "So, why're you here?" Chester asked. Quinn looked back up. "I didn't want you to hate me. Even if you don't want to be with me, I still want to be your friend. I hope you'll accept my apology and stay in touch." Chester smiled slightly. "Okay. Well, good night Quinn..." Chester said. Quinn returned the smile. "Night Chester." The teen closed his window and yawned. He crawled into his bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, Chester woke up to someone knocking on his door. The teen groaned and Katherine walked in. "Good morning son. How're you feeling?" she asked. Chester sat up slightly and yawned. "Exhausted. What time is it?" he replied. "Early enough for breakfast still. How about you and I go to IHOP? I want to treat you to a nice-" Katherine was cut off as her eyes caught the cross necklace around his neck. "You're wearing it..."