The Story Of Me.

Sad Days

A/N~ This chapter is dedicated to Chester Bennington who took his own life just yesterday...#RIPChesterBennington 

                                                              Alissa's P.O.V.

After training with Jack we went back to his apartment. I was chilling on his couch and scrolling through my phone, I was on twitter. I saw that Linkin Park posted a tweet so I read it and almost cried. Chester Bennington died Yesterday. Today is officially the worst day ever. Jack walkedd into the living room and saw me hugging my knees, "Whats wrong?" Jack asked in a worried tone. "Do you know who Chester Bennington is?" I ask him crying, I met him before after a concert to get my phone case signed and some pictures. "He's the lead singer of Linkin Park right?" He asked and I nodded crying, "Why are you crying?" He asked giving me a confused look. "He died yesterday, I met him after a concert." I choked on a sob. Jack hugged me, "Everything will be okay I promise." He said trying to calm me down. 

I grabbed my phone and put on Linkin Park and started listening to their music, while crying. 

After about an hour of crying I asked if he could take me home. "I think you should stay here tonight. Okay?" He asked and I nodded, the next thing I know I am being picked up and placed on a bed, "Where are you going to sleep?" I asked him. "The couch." He stated in a duh tone, "No, I will take the couch you won't even fit on the couch." I told him getting up from the bed, to only be thrown back on it. "We will share the bed than." He said clearly irritated. He threw me a pair of sweats and a old t-shirt, "I am pretty sure you don't want to sleep in a dress." He said and walked out of the room. 

I got changed and crawled in his comfortable bed. I slipped in some ear buds and started to listen to Crawling by Linkin Park 

"Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear
Is never ending, controlling

I can't seem to find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence)
(I'm convinced that there's)
(Just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before so insecure

Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

Discomfort, endlessly has pulled
Itself upon me distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem

To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence)
(I'm convinced that there's)
(Just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before so insecure

Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing, confusing what is real

There's something inside me
That pulls beneath the surface
Consuming
(Confusing what is real)
This lack of self control I fear
Is never ending, controlling
(Confusing what is real)"

I fell asleep to sound of Chester Bennington's voice.