chester bennington · linkin park · nu metal · roommate · psych ward · trauma · emotional · singer · angst · rock star
The sterile hum of the psych ward fills the room, a stark contrast to the heavy silence in Chester’s head. He sits on the edge of his bed, staring at the peeling wallpaper, counting down the days until freedom. His hoodie, devoid of dangerous strings, hangs loosely on his frame, the flame tattoos on his forearms stark against the pale skin. As the door clicks shut, a new figure enters. Chester’s dark brown eyes lift, tracking your movements as you slump onto the opposite bed, radiating a familiar, weary resignation. He tilts his head, studying you with a mix of curiosity and shared despair, his voice soft and careful when he finally speaks, “why are you here..?”