lpevanstaind
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hey guys...this is a fanfic that i wrote, and i thought you might like to read it...here goes....
It was two-thirty in the morning. Everyone was asleep, or at least, was supposed to be. In the back of the bus, in the last bottom bunk on the right, someone had jolted awake from a terrible nightmare; a vivid flashback to a time where pain and suffering was a daily occurrence. Chester curled up into a tiny ball under his covers, stuck some of his pillow in his mouth, and emitted a blood-curdling scream. His yowls were muffled so nobody could decipher his pain. Tears poured down his cheeks like rivers snuffing the fire inside his heart. Soon he began to sob, his body shaking mildly underneath the blankets. Footsteps approached his bunk, and he heard Mike's soft voice speak to him. "Chaz? Is that you under there?" he asked. Chester tried to find the words to say, but all he could do was mumble, "nnnnonononono,". "Come out from under your blankets Chester; it's only me," Mike said comfortingly. Chester peeked his head out from under his covers, tears streaming down his face. "Mind if I come in?" Mike asked. Chester shook his head and moved over to the wall as Mike crawled into Chester's bunk. "What happened dude? Why are you so upset?" he asked, propping himself up with one of Chester's pillows. Chester tried to speak again, but he still could only mumble nonsensical words; like he was speaking a foreign tongue no one but he could understand. "Shh sh sh, it's gonna be ok, I'm right here," Mike whispered gently, holding Chester in a close hug as he sobbed. "Nobody knows....fricken nightmare keeps coming back to haunt me....scares the crap out of me every time...it's so fricken real, like it happened yesterday..." Chester wailed hoarsley. "Do you mind telling me about it?" Mike asked. Chester looked up at Mike, his eyes filled with fear. "Might help it go away if you tell someone, right?" he said convincingly. Chester let go a shuddering breath. "Okay," he decided. "I will". A CD player turned on in the background, and the beginning arpeggios of "Excess Baggage" by Staind began to play....
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It was two-thirty in the morning. Everyone was asleep, or at least, was supposed to be. In the back of the bus, in the last bottom bunk on the right, someone had jolted awake from a terrible nightmare; a vivid flashback to a time where pain and suffering was a daily occurrence. Chester curled up into a tiny ball under his covers, stuck some of his pillow in his mouth, and emitted a blood-curdling scream. His yowls were muffled so nobody could decipher his pain. Tears poured down his cheeks like rivers snuffing the fire inside his heart. Soon he began to sob, his body shaking mildly underneath the blankets. Footsteps approached his bunk, and he heard Mike's soft voice speak to him. "Chaz? Is that you under there?" he asked. Chester tried to find the words to say, but all he could do was mumble, "nnnnonononono,". "Come out from under your blankets Chester; it's only me," Mike said comfortingly. Chester peeked his head out from under his covers, tears streaming down his face. "Mind if I come in?" Mike asked. Chester shook his head and moved over to the wall as Mike crawled into Chester's bunk. "What happened dude? Why are you so upset?" he asked, propping himself up with one of Chester's pillows. Chester tried to speak again, but he still could only mumble nonsensical words; like he was speaking a foreign tongue no one but he could understand. "Shh sh sh, it's gonna be ok, I'm right here," Mike whispered gently, holding Chester in a close hug as he sobbed. "Nobody knows....fricken nightmare keeps coming back to haunt me....scares the crap out of me every time...it's so fricken real, like it happened yesterday..." Chester wailed hoarsley. "Do you mind telling me about it?" Mike asked. Chester looked up at Mike, his eyes filled with fear. "Might help it go away if you tell someone, right?" he said convincingly. Chester let go a shuddering breath. "Okay," he decided. "I will". A CD player turned on in the background, and the beginning arpeggios of "Excess Baggage" by Staind began to play....
tell me how you like it!!!!!