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Chapter 3

"I'm holding on/Why is everything so heavy?" Linkin Park, "Heavy" Two weeks ago, Connor and I went to the edge of the cliff, worried about the outcome. I heard that other students called me a bastard child for believing Chester hanged himself at school the other day. It hit me in the heart. That's what led me to the cliff. Connor got concerned. "Please tell me you're not gonna jump off of there, Tristan," he said, nervously. "What's the point? I'm dirt! I'm crazy! There's no other way to live this godforsaken life," I yelled, panicking to the point of oblivion. "Please, dude. I appreciate you and your family. For the love of mike, don't do it!" I ignored his cries. I inched closer to the edge. Closer, closer. Then I stopped. I closed my eyes, then I threw myself down to a watery grave. I didn't breathe till I was a foot away from the water. My eyes were still closed and my body just floated

Chapter 2

"I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I'm close to something real..."-Linkin Park, "Somewhere I Belong" I felt uneasy going to the rendezvous point. But I was doing this for Dylan. She would want to discover the origin of the band. The problem was I didn't know what the meeting was about. I was torn regarding my decision. It was 10:45 p.m. and I've been lying in my bed for what seemed like an eternity. At least I didn't have to deal with nightmares this time around. And it was a school night. If my mother found out I snuck out of the house in the middle of the night, I'd be grounded for a month. The radio was still on with hushed voices singing. It might as well have been the calling of the spirits. I made my decision. I packed a few things to play it safe. I snuck out of my room and made it out of the house scot-free. I headed to my car and double-checked to see if I still had the note. It was in my pocket. Two minutes later, I got in my car and

Chapter 1

"I tried so hard and got so far..."-Linkin Park, "In The End"   It's been two weeks since my suicide attempt. It's been a struggle but no intrusive thoughts today. Some days I wished the demons weren't sneaking around me like serpents just to make my life a living hell. They taunted me into killing myself. I was broken and needed an outlet. A better outlet. A reason to continue celebrating life rather than forgetting it. Some days, when I'm out of myself, I'm good. Other days, I get stuck there as if I were in a mouse trap.   My sister Dylan was involved in a drunk driving accident a year ago. She and two of her friends were on their way to a wedding rehearsal the night of March 20. After crashing near a construction site (she was the driver), a friend of hers found her lying in the middle of the road and had to call an ambulance. While at the hospital, she had to have six stitches on her forehead. But she was bleeding internally from

Foreword

I started listening to Linkin Park when I was fourteen. They were unknown to me from the beginning until I saw the video for "Crawling." The lyrics were raw and dark as if the words were managing to escape from the recesses of the human soul. There were a lot of metal bands I've listened to at this age, the likes of Korn and Papa Roach. One thing about this band was that they were powerful than any band in existence. The music and words spoke to an unhinged and unrequired love that hate couldn't reach.   Fast forward to 2007, I started getting into their music religiously after spending a while listening to previous songs from them. That's when I found out about their lead singer, Chester Bennington. He was the one with the voice of reason and change. He sang like an angel and screamed like a demon. At this point, I heard a song "What I've Done," which was like a sociopolitical anthem for the world. "In this farewell, there's no blood/