Breaking The Habit (Chester Bennington fanfic)

Wake Me When It's Over.

-Michelle-

When I woke up, I was in bed, alone.

It was dark out now, and I could hear the TV in the living room.

I walked down the hall quietly.

Chester was sitting on the couch, asleep, TV still on.

I looked out the front window at the night around us.

I sat next to him, "Hey, why don't you go to bed?" I asked.

He didn't move.

"Chester." I shook his shoulder gently.

He still didn't move.

"Babe?!" I shook him harder.

This was the moment I realized he was ice cold.

"Chester!!!" I yelled louder, tears in my eyes.

I looked around frantically, trying to find his phone.

I saw a needle on the table, drawing my eyes to his arm, where I saw the tell-tale trackmarks in the bend of his arm, his belt still tightly wrapped around it.

"Oh my god!" I cried, undoing the belt.

I pressed my fingers to his neck, searching for a pulse, while frantically searching for his phone.

I felt a dull, slow thump against my fingers, and the panic heightened.

I found his phone on the floor, and quickly dialed 911.

"My boyfriend overdosed, please help me." I cried.

"Calm down ma'am, what's your address?" She asked.

"1493 Hudson Street." I replied, shakily.

"Is he conscious?" She asked.

"No."

"Is he breathing?"

I put my hand on his chest, "Barely." I whispered.

"Okay, I've dispatched an ambulance to your address, they should be arriving in less than five minutes."

I began to sob, "Okay."

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Michelle." I replied.

"Michelle, how long has your boyfriend had this problem?" She asked.

"I don't know, I had no idea he did this." I replied.

"Okay, try to remain calm." She reassured me again.

I heard the sirens drawing closer, and I couldn't help but sob harder, "I'm so scared." I whispered.

The red and blue lights illuminated the living room, and I heard the footsteps drawing closer.

I struggled to my feet and ran to open the door.

They rushed past me, and began CPR.

I scrolled through Chester's contact list, calling Mike.

"Hello?" he asked sleepily.

"Mike?" I asked.

"Yeah, Michelle?" he asked.

"Yeah." I replied shakily.

"Are you crying?" he asked.

I sniffled, "Yes, I'm so scared and I don't know who else to call." I said.

"What's going on, where's Chester?" he asked.

"He's.." Sobs shook my chest, interrupting my sentence.