AN: This came to me in my sleep. Well, not completely, actually the memory of a improvisation assignment in my English III class inspired this...

Disclaimer: I dont own Linkin Park... i think.lol ok ok, no attacking the author... I dont own Linkin Park as a group but I do have cd's and pictures... so THERE! Ha!!

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What I Did.

I frown slightly as I contemplate what I am about to do. Sure, I've never been caught, but... maybe it's secretly eating me up inside. Yeah, that's it. Though to be honest... if it were really eating me up inside... why in the world do I feel so carefree right now?

With a shrug, I decide that since I'm here, I might as well go ahead and do what I was planning. Walking into the ominous office building, I went to the receptionist...

"Ma'am, may I speak to..." I pause to look up at the glass pallat that is before me... one name stood out, "Dr. Bennington?"

The receptionist stared at me. I almost expected her to push the little button up under her desk for security. Not like they would get here in time...

"I'm sorry, you'll have to make an appointment..."

I'm debating on whether or not I should just kill her and walk through the double doors anyway. Its not like Dr. Benningtons floor and office number arent on the glass pallat. I was only being courteous.

"I really need to see him..." I mutter as I decided to walk passed her. "No sir, you shouldn'-" I was right beside her by this point so I turned toward her and pressed my thumb and forefinger against a pressure point on her neck... she fainted.

Sighing, I turn back and walk through the double doors. I stepped into the elevator and went to floor seven office number 6B.

When I reached his office, I walked in and stare at the male sitting behind a desk... playing solitare on his computer...

Cocking my head to the side, I knock on the door. He looks up...

He looks like the perfect person for the job... Fresh meat that wont know what to do... I roll my eyes before sitting in the chair in front of his desk.

"I need to talk to you." I say boredly.

I ignore that he looks up at me with that D#$& reserved air about him.

"How may I help you?"

My eye twitch slightly. He's trying to be impassively impersonal... Ha! Lets see what he'll do through out my visit. I dont really have a large amount of time before I have to disappear again...

That receptionist should still be out cold... for now.

"I need to talk to you..." I repeat in the same bored tone.

"Talk to me, then. You do know that I wont repeat anything that you tell me... patient confidentiality and all... So, How may I help you?"

I give him a nod before beginnin my... story.

"For one thing, you can just listen and let me talk. See it all started when I was a baby..."

He stares at me, Ha! I bet he thinks this will be just like all those other people... droning on about how their parents hated them because they didnt buy them a cellphone and neglected them because they didnt buy them a car and all that crap... hahahaa!!

"My mom was a crackhead and my dad was a pimp, I grew up around a lot of negativity..."

Ha bet he didnt see that coming... He still takes it in stride and nods at me though... I pull another seat together with that one and ignore the couch that sat a little away from the desk...

I continued to talk.

"Yeah, well... when I was seven, my mom kicked me in the head and threw me out on the corner. Literally..." I paused as I notice the disbelief that he tries to hide in his eyes. "You wanna see the scar left behind by her hooker heel?" I lift up my hair in the back to show him the nasty lookin scar on the back of my head, just above my neck...

I ignore his shudder. "Just so happens, a short while later, my dad pulls up in a car and gets me off the corner... By that time I was awake and he didnt think to take me to the hospital... Actually, he did... he said something about me not being worth that. Yeah... isnt that lovely..."

I can see him trying to hide the shock on his face. Inwardly I'm laughing... he's a novice at this...

Sighing and leaning back in the chair while proppin my feet on the one I had pulled closer, I closed my eyes and continued my story...

"You wanna know what I did two days later?"

I peaked open an eye, "Well?"

He blinks slightly then calmly says, "What happened?"

"I grabbed his pimp cane with a gloved hand and beat him over the head with it until he was a bloody pulp... That would be the first of many... well... he's in a home right now... he's been there for fifteen years... said he has brain damage... attempted suicide... of course, I was put in an orphanage..."

I can practically feel the disbelief coming off of him... Sitting up in an intimidating manner, I stare straight into his facade of composure, "You listening to me?"

He nods, obviously afraid to speak less he end up allowing his true emotions to show through.

"Good."

I say before laying back into the position that I was in previously. With my eyes back to the closed relaxed state that they were in before.

"So, as I was saying, I was put in an orphanage, but I didnt stay there... I was eight when I left. I snuck out. It was easy... since I knew where they put the moth balls for the many critters that lived in the orphanage with us... all I had to do was slip a crushed mothball into the tea of the over seer...it was soo easy..."

I pause... "You still listening right?"

I didnt move from my relaxed state, but I knew that I had to hurry my story... I'm sure that the girl would be waking soon...

"Yes, continue..." his tone of voice was carefully impassive... but I could hear the underlying fear.

"I've done a lot of things you know? Well anyways, I saw this dude sitting outside some building smoking a cig beside his motorcycle, but the thing is... I had been walking for a while... So I walked over to him and I say,'can I get a ride?' he says no... I wont go into the gory details... but you wanna know what I did?"

He nods before realizing that I'm not even looking... This is what I gather from the moment of silence that had came up... "What did you do?" He finally said.

"I killed him. Then I took his keys and stole his bike... lucky for me there werent any witnesses..."

He interrupted me, "Why are you telling me this? How am I supposed to help you?"

I sit up slowly and glare at him, "Did I ask you a question or otherwise motion for you to speak? NO, I didnt so shut up unless I do so... "

He held his hands up in a placating manner before leaning back in his chair and nodding.

I nod before getting comfortable again, "So anyway, I stole his bike and rode out looking for my mother... Oh yeah. I was eight and it was fun. Very fun. When I found her, she was standing on the corner in her revealing clothes... I hated her... She pleaded and pleaded for me to forgive her, and you know what I did?"

I glance at him to see him shaking his head.

"I killed her."

He looks at me in confusion. "Yeah, now let me tell you about this lady that looked at me funny, her daughter was cute...anyways, I was fifteen at the time and I was dating her daughter. Or I had been but then she just had to look at me funny... I didnt like being looked at like that.. you know what I did?"

He frowned before speaking, "You killed her?"

I sneered, "F#$^ no, I killed her mother... Then I just happened to be driving down the street one day and the daughter just happened to walk out in front of me while I was going seven miles over the speed limit... She was cute too... ah well..."

He stared at me before leaning back again and staring at me... "I'm sure that there is something... someone... out there to help you, but I..."

I give him a look before continuing my story, he sighs before cautiously listening to me... He remembered my warning. Good.

"Anyway, just the other day, I was playing basketball on the neighborhood court... and this guy he looks at me funny... You know what I did?"

He frowns... but doesnt say anything, so I continue.

"I left the court and walked to my car. I got in my car and drove off... Then out of the rear view mirror and guess what?"

"What"

I grin inwardly... this guy is too much. "I see the guy following me, so I pull up to a stop sign... You wanna know what I did next?"

I peeked at him before closing my eyes again... I knew I had to hurry but this was too fun. I never knew confessing my sins were so fun.

"I checked right and left to make sure that no one was coming, then I drove out into the road and through a light toward a gas station."

I paused. Before continuiing, I knew he was paying close attention... "It turns out he had followed me into the gas station... wanna know what I did?"

He stared at me... "You killed him?"

"No, I pumped my gas and left the gas station..."

He sighed and I smirked before continuing. "So imagine my surprise when he followed me for ten miles out into the middle of nowhere... When I stopped on the side of the road... in the dark... in the middle of nowhere... He stopped behind me... and got out of the car... you know what I did?"

He frowned slightly, he seemed to be annoyed and scared at the same time... I guess I have that effect on people... Usually before I kill them.

"What did you do?" He asked resigned.

"I asked him, 'what the Fudgecakes he was doin' followin me?' Turns out I had left my basketball on the court... You know what I did then?"

He stared at me in confusion... He must be thinking.. 'this psycho' or something... it was funny to watch the expressions cross his face...

"Come on, you know what I did... it's farely obvious what I was gonna do... I mean, come on! You do know what I did then right?"

He shakes his head because really, he didnt know what I said.

But I didnt have time to say anything to him... My time had come to an end... if I was gonna make sure I wasnt going to be caught, I had to leave and now.

With a sigh, "I have to go..."

I stood and walk out of his office and ride the elevator to the second floor and took the stairs down to the first... When I exited the stair case, I glanced to the left to see that the receptionist was just stirring, with a smirk, I calmly walked out of the building...

A confident gate to my step... Oh, this had been cleansing, and fun... Very fun.... Very fun.

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A week later, Chester Bennington checked his email...

Subject: (no subject)

From: NoName4me @ aol.com

Very sad that you didnt know the answer. I said, 'thank you, that was my favorite basketball...'

please do not reply to this email from here, it may be dangerous

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Blinking, Chester wondered... 'what had I been expecting anyway?'

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I chuckle before leaving his window...

Yes, Dr. Bennington...

What were you expecting?

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AN: I dont know... But I like it anyway... I hope you do too!!!