The Catalyst

What is becoming of my heart and mind

A/N: Hello all lovely people! Excited for Thursday? Yes, so am I. New Mike music, woooop! Sadly 'Reading My Eyes' probably falls for that day too, but on the other hand if the song is so sad as the title seems... :S But here we are. I don't know about you guys but I love this story <3 The song is obviously by Dead By Sunrise and all credits go to them.

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"I'm tired. Again", Mike groaned tossing his bag on the floor. Not that long day for him, but he hadn't slept well.

Dave turned to look at him. The half Asian didn't look too bad, but his eyes were red. "Are you too tired to join me for a grocery store trip?"

"Nah, I'm good. Do you happen to have coffee ready?" Mike asked trying to see the coffee maker that was behind the other.

Moving aside Dave nodded. "We're not in hurry but I would rather be back before Joe decides to burn the house down while trying to make something to eat."

"I'll just drink a cup and we can leave then", the other smiled as he walked to pick up a cup.

"Didn't find the car keys though, have you happened to see them?" Dave frowned and laid a glass to the sink.

"Oh... I have an idea where they could be", the half Asian headed upstairs remembering what Chester had told him while back.

In their room while sipping quickly the coffee, almost burning his lips, he got to his knees and started to look under the bed. Some CDs, some clothes, a notepad, more CDs, more clothes and in the farthest corner the car keys. Mike just couldn't push all the times back but instead he took out the CDs and lifted them on the table.

Curiously he glanced through them- Misfits 'Walk Among Us' seemed to be gotten most of the damage during its years. Then there was Nine Inch Nails with 'Pretty Hate Machine'. Mike stopped to turn it around and check was it his, and sure it was. The small, almost heart shaped scratch, revealed it. Rolling his eyes he tossed it on his own bed before picking up the last one- Nirvana's 'Bleach'. Smiling he sighed and grabbed the clothes next. Sweatpants and three t-shirts. He folded the clothes and left them on Chester's bed. Then he shook the notepad from most of the dust, but as he was closing it his eyes caught to written lines. Chester's handwriting was rather beautiful but the words were what he noticed first.

Cut and bruised by the fall again

Lick my wounds like a dog again

Is that a light at the end of the tunnel that I see

Instantly he regretted that he had read it. It felt like he had read someone personal diary. Biting his lip he let the notebook fall on the table and after grabbing the car keys and now the almost empty coffee cup he walked back downstairs. He couldn't erase the feeling that there was more to that than the few lines. They were more like song lyrics, or a poem, but still it was like he had invaded a personal space.

"Oh you found them! Great", Dave smiled already waiting him by the door.

The whole way to the shop Mike couldn't stop thinking about what he had read. The words were sad, almost heart-wrenching. Was it really what Chester was going inside his head, or just random thoughts? Or maybe someone else's? Problem was that he wanted to ask about it, but if he would he would have to reveal that he had seen the notepad and that could be a problem, possibly. Biting his lip he groaned inwardly and decided that maybe he could talk with Dave about it.

Inside the shop he opened his mouth letting the words fall out before he would change his mind, "So, Dave... I happened to see Chester's notepad. I was trying to find the car keys. And then... well long story short I read few lines from it."