Hey people, I wonder why I've never seen anything like this b4. Well I decided to post this up, just something that came into my head, NOT a standalone by the way

Robs p.o.v

“Chester!” No answer.

“Chester, you in here? Chester are you home?” Still no answer. I began to get worried. No. I had nothing to worry about. He told me he’d stop cutting his wrists. I believe him. I think.

My hand rested on the door handle to his room. I froze. Why am I so nervous?

I know why, but I didn’t want to admit it.

I swung the door open but the eye being quicker then the hand, my eyelids had closed shut by the time I had opened the door.

I took in a deep breath and put my head down.

“Chazzy?” I whispered,

“Chester?!” I shouted, getting angry now. I took another breath and opened my eyes.

I gagged and my knee’s gave way.

“Oh Jesus Chester, what the fuck have you done to yourself?” I stammered and a sob escaped my throat.

I crawled a little closer to Chester’s thin frame hanging from the ceiling, the rope latched around the light fixtures.

And the worst part was his eyes weren’t even closed, they bulged out, making me gag once again.

“Jesus Chester, you’re only 16, why the hell did you do this. Chaz, Chester……” I broke into full fledged tears and lay crumpled up on the floor for what seemed like hours.

A roar came from Chester’s door and I opened my eyes to see Chester’s Dad. I didn’t want to know how he’d react, his wife had been killed only a month ago. Now this. Now his son.

He looked down at me and a tear dripped down his face.

“You find him like this?” His voice was amazingly strong. I nodded. He nodded back.

“Come here.” He held out his hand and I took it and he helped me up, I didn’t want to look back at Chester and we left the room.

Chester’s p.o.v

Oh God I feel so guilty……. Why did I do this to him, to my best friend, why……

WHY YOU FUCKED UP LUNATIC WHY?!

Now I could do nothing but stand in the room, staring at my own body hanging limp and the puddle of tears on the carpet created by my best friend, and hate myself.

I looked up into the sky, expecting, ‘the light’ to come and ‘the voice’ telling me to walk into it, but all I saw was black.

Out of nowhere the deep color enveloped me and I suddenly became very aware that I wasn’t really here anymore.

***

I sighed as real colors came into view again, this time I was sitting in a blue room, it looked like the waiting room in a hospital.

I looked around and saw a kid curled up in a ball, sitting beside a few old toys, looking scared of his new surroundings. I walked over to him.

“Hey kid.” I smiled and he looked up at me nervously.

“Where’s daddy?” He simply asked and my heart broke. I saw a bruise on his temple and sighed.

He got hit by a car….. Jesus that’s depressing.

“Hey don’t worry kid, this place will make sure everything works out ok.” I smiled and he narrowed his eyes.

“Am I in heaven?” He asked. I was too shocked to say anything but I would have been interrupted anyway.

“Chester Bennington, could you come over here please.” A sweet voice came from behind me and I turned to see a smiling woman behind a desk, I walked over and she smiled at me.

“Suicide am I right?” She asked and I nodded.

The weird thing about being here is it doesn’t feel weird realizing that this is the place we go when we die, it’s kind of eerie.

“Usually I’d let you right through but someone wants to talk to you first, through that door.” She pointed at a door behind me, her smile never failing, and I walked through it.

“Hello?” I asked but saw it was unnecessary as a man behind another desk smiled at me and motioned for me to sit down. I did as told and listened to what he had to say.

“Chester, suicide hmm? Well, it’s not my place to comment.” He frowned and I looked down guiltily.

“Now, Chester, do you know why you’re here?”

I nodded. “Ye, I’m dead.”

He chuckled. “No Chester, I mean in this one room?” I shook my head.

“Well, you Chester, have a very unusual, rare case here. Have you ever heard of the term soulmate?” He asked and I nodded slowly, anxious to know what was going on.

“Well, people who are in love like to believe they’ve met their soulmate, but actually, there’s only 0.00002% chance of that happening!” He smiled and I took a deep breath.

“Whoa, that’s not a lot!” I cried and he nodded.

“Well Chester, you, just happened to get lucky.” He left me to think about that and I scanned all the people in my mind.

He looked at me, knowing I didn’t know who my soulmate was.

“Rob Bourdon.” He told me and my mouth opened wide.

“Rob? How? I’m not gay.” I looked at him strangely and he laughed.

“Chester, soulmate isn’t about that type of love, a true way to your soulmate can be found only through friendship. I mean, if you’re lover is your friend also, then you could be soulmates.” He told me and I nodded.

“Well, to cut to the chase Chester.” He began then put on a serious face.

“Because you’ve dies at such a young age, and your soulmate is so young aswell, it’s sort of the rule, that you are sent down to protect him, this hasn’t happened in 7432 years, but now, you have to go down to earth, to protect you’re soulmate.

Chester, consider yourself an angel.”