Love's Never Theoretical, it's Touched [Bill Kaulitz Fan Fiction]

why's the font too small? i shall put glasses to see.
back to the subjct. AMAZING CHAPTER SAS. it's good that u inserted bill's p.o.v & how u spke to the fans =)
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Awwwww!!!! <3 Yhis is so cuteeee, I didn't want you to leave, Bill needs you.
Iswear i was crying when you were saying goodbye.
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Chapter Twenty Four



Looking from the plane’s window, I felt not only scared but utterly lonely too. I had an adult man in the chair beside me, talking to another old white haired man-who, by the way, was picking his noise all the time- about his life in Germany, where he obviously works but doesn’t get enough money. People did live miserably as I heard from him; he had a very small house, a very little welfare and a wife with two kids. At least, he had a wife that was patient, loving and caring, that’s what he said. He was happy after all. It reminded me much of the time when Bill invited me to the hotel in Lebanon, and when I entered his room, so fancy and expensive, how he told me not to be tricked by these antiques.

“Don’t be over impressed by these antiques. They’ll look super dull when you’re the only one who’s seeing them every day,” I remember him say that. No one had a perfect life; it was always this way, either money or love.

I put headphones in my ears and searched for something good to hear from the available radio stations. I settled on some song that I didn’t recognize but it was slow rhymed and lyrically beautiful. I lay my head back and closed my eyes trying to get some sleep. Instead, my mind kept working like always, thinking and analyzing.

Once upon a time, I used to listen to Tokio Hotel songs to relax and fall asleep.

Once upon a time, I used to speak to Bill’s poster, which was hanging over my bed, about my sorrow, my depression and my life circumstances.

Once upon a time, I travelled with Bill in a private plane, and when I wanted to sleep, I slept on his chest, rising and sinking, and listened to him singing me my favorite song. Monsoon.

My eyes blurred desperately and I knew the next thing I’ll be doing is weeping over a stupid mistake I’ve done in my life. I attended Tokio Hotel concert.

My life shouldn’t be this way, at least not now. I never thought this day would come, when my eyes would go all watery over some guy. He wasn’t some guy though; he was Bill, the yin to my yang, the beat of my heart, the root of my flowery memories, memories that started since summer 2010.

Brimming my head with unrealistically annoying music, I stretched my hand yanking a little picture from the small Louis Vuitton bag that I kept with me abroad. I placed the picture between both my palms, framing it with the tips of my fingers. Without even giving some space for my mind to count the moments, I was already smiling, my smile stretched to the extremities of my cheeks.

Both I and Bill were lying on the hotel’s bed on our tummies, bending our legs upward, showing the back of our foot almost reaching our head; which reminded me that we both were tall considering our ages, except he was like almost a foot taller. I had both my elbows supported on the bed, showing my perfectly Black and White French polished nails. He had his right arm in the same position, yet his hand motioned in the tiger teasing way and with the other hand, he was holding the camera, taking the photo of us. What made me smile even more is that I was actually smiling in the picture, unaware of what stupid pouts and frowns I’ll decorate my face with in the future. Beside me, Bill had – for the first time in years – styled his hair in the lion man-like way and it always send me giggles. He did it only in his hotel room and for the photo.

I grabbed this photo from my room in the Kaulitz twins’ house, and I don’t remember which time was that.

Half an hour passed, the longest half an hour in my entire life; wait for the left time. As much as I wanted the time to pass quickly from now and on, so that the sun would rise and then would set as quick as the light, and I wouldn’t feel the time and work my brain, as much as the time was torturing me then, as if the world was made just to mock the hell out of me.

“Now I officially announce you a husband and a wife-” the priest posed a little examining the paper, then he continued, “You can kiss her now.”

A slim, tall young man, with hair combed to the back of his head, perfectly skinned, full pink lips and dark brown eyes drawn in the most artistic way, which appeared to be familiar somehow, was getting close to another young lady who had porcelain white skin, dark black silky hair, light hazel eyes. He was wearing a well neat, extravagantly unique suit, as if it was designed to fit his model-like body.

As his lips pressed into hers, I quickly knew the model-like body owner. It was Bill, and I guessed that from the way he kissed; passionate, thirsty but in a pleasantly soft way, relieving, comfortably performed, naturally, as if these lips were created to kiss and only kiss.

But that girl was around him- her hands around his neck more precise- and that hurt my heart, my eyes.

A hand was stretched to me, and I was wearing a blue dress, a familiar one. I looked up to see a fine looking, actually a very handsome lad standing right in front of me. “Tom,” I squealed with happiness, and I just didn’t know why. I held his hand and got up. He smiled. Then, I looked at the dancing newlyweds, he noticed my expression.

“I’ll find you a way, I promise,” he whispered into my ears. “I’ll find you a way.”

I woke up on the sound of heavy snoring vibrating from the old man beside me. I rubbed my eyes frantically, somehow still afraid if I just open my eyes wide; I’d see Bill and that whoever she was. Tom promised me though; he promised he’d find me a way, just like he promised hours ago when we were in his car.

I’ll find you a way.

***



I threw myself on my one-week-stay bed hopelessly. This is going to be the worst short vacation in my life. Earlier today, while the sun was still glistening over this part of the planet, I peered in all directions, searching for someone to welcome me among the waiting crowds by the time I emerged through the passage of arrivals. There I found my mom, her cream colored scarf assembled with her tanned soft yet rough skin and her hands holding a bouquet of White Lillis, beside her my uncle – from mom’s side – standing, with thick black hair sprayed with few white ones, and his oval white face oriented with a short almost faded beard. I didn’t run to them, I wasn’t that excited but I put all my effort on pulling up a smile across my face, just to not shatter their hearts the same mine was shattered.

When we got into my uncle’s car, they started saying things about us- I and my mom and brothers- staying in France, Lyon for about three days then heading back to Lebanon; my school already started there. I care less, wherever I would be staying, it didn’t matter, I would long for one person anywhere I go, and anywhere I go, this person isn’t found.

There I was, lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. Thinking as usual, I replayed the last days in my head and suddenly realized that New Year passed. New Year passed and I didn’t count until the time became 12:00, I didn’t yell or scream, I didn’t celebrate or do anything for the New Year, I didn’t even hope. I thought about that and then remembered that I never actually in my whole life did any of the things I’ve mentioned, because I never celebrated the New Year, or probably in our family, we didn’t pay much attention.

“Why would someone celebrate the fact that his life is one year shorter?” Mom would always say.

She’s right, why would someone celebrate that? Besides, why would I celebrate the fact that I’ve wasted the guy I love, I’ve lost the friend I bested, I threw the life that I once thought I would never let go off, why?

So, from now and on, I am in 2011. It’s a new year, I shall start a new life, avoid all heartbreaks. I am only fifteen, I shall keep this heart pure for some person I’d fall in love with when I am actually an adult, maybe five years later, maybe ten. I don’t care. I just had to remove Bill from my mind and heart. I had to do this or I’d stay forever depressed, forever helpless, and hopeless.

One more thing, I have to take off all the improper guilt of pushing my friend to suicide, or even being the reason to. That’s qadar. Destiny. That was going to happen either ways, I should clear my soul of all the angst I carried lately. I should start a new life.

Starting from 2011, I am going to be a new girl.



***



Third Person P.O.V

In Hamburg, precisely in the big house of the Kaulitz twins, Bill sat on a chair right in front of his room’s window, holding a little box where he usually gathered in the papers he wrote his lyrics on, the letters he once received, the pictures that were close to him. He opened the box with its little key and removed old lyric papers to put them on the bed. He explored among the pictures; pictures of his childhood, of his family, of his dogs, ones that he took with him everywhere on tour, until his hands reached the wanted paper, the once scrapped letter. He yanked it slowly and spread it opened.

Hey Billie…

I don’t know how you will be while reading this, but I hope you’re very fine and it didn’t take you so long to have your health back. You must have hated me throughout the last incidents, but I know deep inside that you love me, and you know that I love you back. It’s just, whatever we do, no matter how much we try to stay strong, no matter how much we try to belong, we just don’t.

He couldn’t continue reading; he just put it aside, heaved a deep sigh and prepared for his eyes to weep again. How many times has he read the letter over and over again? How many times has he wondered why did she scrap it and threw at aside? How many times did he wonder why was he so curious that he opened something that was scrapped and started reading it? Wondering didn’t help him though; it just made me him more miserable.

He loved her, from that deep little bit of his heart. She was the one, always the one. In her eyes, he saw glowing happiness, excitement, innocence, fear; he saw everything in her eyes. Her eyes lied though, that’s what he believes now. Her eyes, the two valuable green pieces of art, are liars. Or maybe, maybe it wasn’t love from the first sight. Maybe he fell in love with her since he was in the optimum of his depression for love, and she was the one to comfort him by then.

That’s it; he loved her because she was the one to comfort him. He has his brother now, he has his friend Andreas staying at their home for the weekend, he has two close people to comfort him, to help him heal his wounds. He’d get over her. Sure, why not? He thought.

“But they were always there,” he muttered, realizing that he always had them by his side, but he needed a girl. He needed Sarah.

After two months of his accident and her breaking disappearance from his live, Bill would still reread her letter, look up at their pictures together, some are even caught by the paparazzi. He still writes her songs, words that he bleeds through, screams through, and cries through. She was the one who sent him the tingles in his belly when they first kissed. She was the one who listened to his sorrows, slept on his chest, and waited him when he left. She forgave him and forgave him over and over again when he started acting so not him, when he started messing up. He knew she forgave him because she loves him, that’s at least what her letter says. She loves him.

As emotional as never before, he held his pen and started writing, started creating words, mixing rhymes, singing them loud, testing the sounds of the ends of each sentence. He’d frown and sigh, stagger and tug his pen on the paper, daydream and then transform. He scrapped some papers and stuffed some in his box.

“Fourteen song. Enough for an album,” he smiled excitingly, knowing that his band members would get shocked, especially that they are going to work on an album that’s dedicated to only one girl, and only she can listen to it.



***



Back in Lebanon, Sarah was in the living room where her mother and two brothers each was lying on a side of a couch watching TV. Her hands were busy drawing things she didn’t pay attention to at all, just lines and circles connected to form something, anything. Her mind was just thinking of him, thinking of Bill.

Two months passed, way less than the time she had to wait him until he finishes another tour that year, but she missed him, missed him way too much more than anything else or anyone else in her life. She missed him knowing very well that he’s not coming back from a tour, from a trip, from work, from anything. He’s not coming back at all.

Her cousin Lara knew about everything, stood beside her all the time long, advised her, listened to her, but Sarah cared less. From everything Lara had told her, Sarah would only listen to Bill’s name and fall into deep never ending thoughts.

The sensual way they kissed with, the warm way they hugged in, the wounds he left, the wounds she left. Her tears, his tears, their tears. She lusted for his touch, his hot breath on her lips, the tenderness, the weakness, the strength, the fondness. Everything about him would give her tears, even when she hid these tears, deep inside her she just yearned to gaze in his true eyes, to feel his affection again, to bury her face in his chest and smell the enchantingly hot yet cool scent of his neck… She failed to become someone else though she’s still determined.

Her mom tried to talk to her, to convince her that it’s for her best. “You’re still fifteen. You’re at the beginning of your life. I am sure you’d find someone who’d turn your world upside down the same way or even more. He’d not hurt you, and you’d live in peace with him. Get married, have couple of babies, cook for him, comfort him, and dream on with him. Life doesn’t stop on Bill or Tokio Hotel. There’s more to life than that. Don’t let a stupid heartbreak take you to where Olivia had thrown herself in. Use your mind a little, my darling. Use your mind,” her mom would repeat that over and over again. Sarah would think about it, would try to use her mind, but this time and when it came to Bill, her heart ruled over everything.

She just sat like that, wordlessly drawing, and suddenly focusing when she realized she was drawing herself and him-Bill. She was drawing him in a suit and a tie, and her in a dress, a wedding dress. She was surprised herself that she drew that, and decided she’d continue. She drew more lines, more details. She curved his face, smooth and perfectly triangular around his chin, full lips, dazzling eyes, slim tall body, fitting suit, just like in her dream. A marriage suit.

Instead that whoever girl she saw in her dream, she drew herself in a wedding dress, perfectly fitting on her upper body, then flowing down in a butterfly shape, her waist wrapped with a rope that she painted red, and some layers in the lower part of the dress too. She remembered that he said once a wedding dress would be beautiful if it was red, so she mixed the red with the white and transformed the lines and circles into a design of exotic, stylish, wedding dress. While the suit of her once beau was differently immaculate, something extraordinary, and something that Bill would definitely zeal for.

Abruptly, everything around was shaking. She rubbed her eyes making sure she wasn’t straying in daydreams, but when she heard her brothers’ freak and her mom assuring that everything’s alright with a frightened sound, she panicked and knew then that it isn’t something wrong with her vision. It’s something with the earth.

She looked around frantically; the walls were rippling and the floor cracking. Everything around was breaking, the glass, the windows, the pictures falling, her mom’s bewildered eyes peering in all directions. Her mom tightened her arms around her brothers who were screaming and Sarah tried to reach for them, her tears falling this time, her heart pounding in her chest, almost about to run from her own body. But before she could step to them, something fell in between, broke the contact, and silenced the screaming human throats. Something that made Sarah both unconscious and deadly frightened in her own black world as she fell down and down until she became a piece of the damaged rubble.

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So, i wonder how it turned out. Drop a comment What do you think will happen next?

I love it ! <33 I want to know what fell :\ .. good work

Oh god!! Is she ok? Oh please tell me she is or else the story won't be able to move on
Now i really can't wait for the next chapter to come!! ^^

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keep it up Sassi <3 <3

Aaesha: Oh she fell. Everything fell actually, i dunno if i didn't make that clear enough woops. Anywho, thank youu lovely <3
Cofie: oh oh next chapter will come but yeah, foolish wait. thank you dear <3
Menzi: hehe lovey finally i made someone curious lolol thank youu hun <3

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we all have such moments i tell you ;P <3

Omg the last thing i was to expect it that Erin would do this since she apologised to her about what she caused anyway I looved this chapter, and your unexpected ideas makes it great. Keep it up

Omg, her family dies in an earthquake AND being kiddnaped ?!! :/
I love it<33 Keep it up and post soon please

oh no..... poor girl, she can't have such a cruel life, that is too much for only one person.
post soon please, i have to know the rest!!!!!

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I just can't wait for the next chapter , way curious !!
I hope she will b alright from that gang -.- !!!!
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Chapter Twenty Six


There’s nothing more painful than feeling dumped, lonely in a crowd. Not even the freezing water being splashed over my pale blue body. Not even the stinging ground I’m left laid at. Not even the red fire that’s pinching my throat. None of these outside tortures is as painful as this appalled feeling. I felt unconscious to what’s happening, yet very alert to the miserable emotional state I was passing through.
The girls didn’t leave any type of any aggressive deed but tried on me. I was left wearing my pajama; short white shorts and stripped white shirt, my leg bleeding, actually every part of my body was bleeding, my throat yearning for a single drop of water, my stomach growling, my heart pounding dismally. They splashed me with very cold water and we’re in February. I was all goose-bumped, quivering and moaning pain as they threw me with things I couldn’t see. They covered my eyes again but only took them off when they ate something, trying to torture my stomach, too.
I didn’t know how much time passed for my stay there, half a day or so seemed to be like forever. I wished for once that I never knew Bill, never met him personally. I wished for once that everything was still a fan-celebrity thing, that the only times I kissed him were the times I met physically with his poster, not more. I wished that I never grabbed his attention, never walked by his side hand in hand, never been exposed to whatever world I was exposed to now, taking a lesson for a reason that I can’t find any justification to be tormented for. Why would I be treated this way? Being his girlfriend for few distressing months isn’t a crime. Maybe it was a crime at one point, but I never hurt these people. Did I?
I heard their footsteps interrupt my thoughts as some of them dragged stones or what seemed to be and sat beside me. I breathed hard and covered myself with my weak hands, being a little alert to what might happen next.
“Look, I am going to ask you some questions and you’re going to answer. No lying. No running away. Question from me, answer from you. It’s that simple,” I heard one of them say in broken English. It wasn’t one that talked to me before.
“What do you want from me?” I asked the very ordinary question, self shaking and heart racing.
“Shut up. All I want is answers. And if you’re willing to waste our times here asking shit, it would be so easy to press the trigger and empty the bullets in your head,” she said in a calm yet creepy tone. “Are you ready?” she asked. I nodded feeling vulnerable, cheap, stupid…
Someone loosened the cloth that was tied around my eyes and I was exposed to see all the girls – and the one guy – sitting in a circle around me. The one that was talking to me was Haley. Kristin and Hayat each had a laptop laid on their laps.
“Since when do you know Bill? Precisely,” Haley asked, her calm tone not changing.
“Nearly half a year,” I said after a long pause, my sound cold and rough, itching a little bit from my thirst.
“Precisely,” she repeated in the same monotonous way.
“Since July 17th. In Tokio Hotel’s concert, Lebanon,” I answered. She nodded then waved her curly hair away. “Can I have water?” I demanded in a crying voice. She looked at me for a while. “Please,” I pleaded, a tear falling from my eyes.
“Alright, girl. You’ll have water when we end up with this. Now be a good girl and continue answering this precise,” she said and I felt like slapping myself one thousand times, throwing myself with stones. Like bleeding and like falling and like all that. I felt like dying. I just needed water. I needed life. I needed everything back. I needed Bill, his smile, his tears, his touch. My mom. My family. My best friend. My country. My all.
“Your friend, Elive, was she Tom’s girlfriend?” she asked.
“It’s Olivia,” I noted. Her teeth gritted and her palm found my face in a hard slap. I felt humiliated. I felt like killing myself again and then my tears fell harsher, burning the injured skin of mine.
“I ask. You answer. Don’t brag and boost that you know the name of some low life bitch that had the chance to sleep with Tom. Because let’s face it, we all do,” she talked this time angrily. It seemed like she had something around Tom, and jealousy around my long dead friend. “Was she Tom’s girlfriend?” she asked, bringing her calm tone back. I nodded. “Is that supposed to be a yes?” she asked.
“Yes. Yes, she was Tom’s girlfriend. Since July 17th, she’s Tom’s girlfriend,” I answered, my heat raising as I had a flashback of all the beautiful memories. The rocking concert, the nervous meeting back stage, the call with Olivia the second day.
“So you two were planning on dating the twins long time ago. Ha,” she said.
“No. We never knew it would happen,” I said, and as I talked my need for water increased.
“That wasn’t a question,” she smirked. I looked down at my bleeding legs and then up at the eyes staring at me. “You met Erin, Tom’s whore, abroad, right?” she asked.
“Yes. During our flight from Lebanon to Germany. I don’t remember the exact date but it was some time before Christmas,” I explained.
“I know that,” she said. I opened my mouth but she talked before I did. “After all, your problems with Bill and your escape and all your drama shit is because of Erin. Hmm, while Bill was still in the hospital, due to the car accident that he and ERIN were behind, you talked with Erin? Is she staying around them all the time?”
“What’s your problem with Erin? Why am I involved in that?” I asked, a little bit shivering. They all glared at me and I felt like I slipped wrong question. Her palm found my cheeks again in two consecutive slaps that left my cheek blood red.
“I am supposed to ask the questions, not you. Look at me, girl. Look into my eyes,” she said touching my chin and rising up my face roughly to look at her. I did that. “Do I look that stupid to answer your dumb questions? You’re kidnapped my dear. What you need to ask for is my mercy. Our mercy. Not why you’re here. Because nobody answers why you’re here.”
Fernanda’s face suddenly brightened as she approached Haley and whispered something in her ears. “Good,” Haley said back then looked at me.
“Here’s the thing,” she said. “We’ve hacked your E-mail. And the lovely Kaulitz twins has been checking on you so don’t worry, you’re still in their hearts. But not for too long. Not when they come after you and see you die,” she said smirking. The blood thudded in my ears suddenly too loud, my heart had a slightly felt heart attack if that was possible medically and all my attention was grabbed by the fact that they’ve been checking on me. If I wasn’t that injured, desperate and sick I would’ve smiled. But, but she said coming after me.
“Hey there, empty head,” Fernanda said in her Mexican accent as she waved her hand in front of my eyes. My eyes popped wide opened when I noticed her. “I wouldn’t say they care too much. I bet they only asked about her just so she won’t get upset or anything.” They all nodded.
“Yeah, or they wouldn’t hold on to that concert that’s going to take place tonight,” Haley said nonchalantly. I winced. A concert? I felt incredibly dumb. As if what Fernanda said moments ago is true. They only asked about me so I won’t get upset. So I won’t feel left out. Why would they care anymore? I left them. I ran away. Why do I care anymore?
Bursting my thinking bubbles, Fernanda reached me with her laptop and sat beside me. “See this. That’s their letter. And that’s the so called your reply. They think you’re fine and all okay. But now you’re going to send the call of rescue. Understand me?” she demanded. A call of rescue would only cause them to get hurt.
“Can I have my true call of rescue first?” I asked, remembering that I needed a hospital, I needed rescue, I needed medicine. I needed water. They all but Haley chuckled together. She reached me and tugged on my arm vigorously, shaking me and throwing me to my back without mercy. I cried in pain as I fell to my back, my wounded body meeting with the rough ground. We were in a broken building, all my body could meet with is broken stones and dirty furniture. The chuckles increased.
“There’s no rescue for you, bitch. You and the other filthy oh-we’re-Tokio-Hotel-girlfriends group deserve more than just an earthquake,” Haley said angrily.
“You’re just jealous you couldn’t get any of the guys,” I said the wrong words in the wrong time. Her teeth gritted and her fist clinched as she was about to bounce on me before two girls yanked her and calmed her down.
“YOU MOTHERFUCKER BITCH YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN US JUST BECAUSE YOU SLEPT WITH THE KAULITZ I’LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DARE AND SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU SON OF BITCH I’LL SCREW YOUR PRETTY FACE WITH MY OWN HANDS,” she screamed at me and abruptly, I felt like I started enjoying it.
Technically, I never slept with anyone before including Bill. But the thought of a group of obsessed girls torturing me because I tortured myself being around the person I love was just agonizingly funny. I started laughing and giggling and chuckling until I started crying and weeping and mourning my luck and my everything and remembering how cursed I was, how I lost everyone and now I have nothing and no one and who I thought I had is away having a concert with his evil obsessed fans. If anyone saw me then, he’d only say I am crazy. I wish there was a way I could know if I lost my mind yet.
They all stood up and left the place for me after Lesley tied my hands and wrapped that cloth around my eyes again. I felt her stand up for a moment staring at me or at the vacuum, I couldn’t guess. But inside, I felt that she felt sorry for me. If anybody hears anyone squealing the way I was doing, they would sure feel sorry for me. I just lay on the ground, thirsty, injured, humiliated, broken, sweaty, left out, lonely…. Waiting for the luck to curse me with one more thing; losing hope that the guy I loved for life would know about my state.

Third Person P.O.V

Fernanda supported the laptop on her lap as the seven other girls surrounded her in their little jeep. They were going to write a message and send it to Andreas. Fernanda checked the timing; the concert will start in 120 minutes. Haley was sitting beside her, giving her a word after word. They only longed for one thing, one aim. When this letter reaches them, the twins would hallucinate, would panic and do their best to search for Sarah. Everyone knew that although they were sexy images, golden fingers, rich voices, they still had merciful heart.
But frankly speaking, their aim wasn’t the twins themselves, their aim was Tom’s whore, their once leader, Erin. They have been a group of best friends once, and Erin was the most beautiful, most determined to make their dreams come true. She was the one they trusted that could make them meet Tokio Hotel, hang out with them, let them sign them things and tour the world with. They had simple dreams that any fan would think of, besides becoming the most famous girls worldwide, and then working on crashing into Hollywood and making their dreams come true, and Erin had the mind.
Erin knew well how to seduce the easiest target of Tokio Hotel, how to seduce Tom. But after Erin crashed into the life of his, she let go slowly of her loyal friends. She let go slowly until everything that she longed for was the love of Tom, not only his physical love, but his emotional love. She let go of her friends and now they’re over Tokio Hotel, but they’re not over her betrayal.
Haley, their new leader came up with this idea. Sarah, a point of weakness for the twins. Erin, the one the twins will blame for the missing of Sarah. Erin would get the point, and would definitely know that if she didn’t reach the girls first, the twins will reach them and they would know that all what Erin wanted from the beginning is benefit; benefit she slowly forgot and replaced by love.

Bill’s P.O.V

I never felt this nervous before. Not even before the first concert of Humanoid City European Tour. This concert is different. The fans don’t know the songs, no one does. It’s only us, Tokio Hotel, and they’re directed to only one person. I hope she’ll watch it and understand that what I’ll always need is her, her love and her affection. I hope she’d accept my apology and know that I understand her, I understand why she left, and I understand what she felt.
“five minutes,” one of the staff announced. Tom, Georg, and Gustav, each was in a different place ready to enter after five minutes to their different positions on stage. I nodded at the announcement. Yet, I caught a glimpse of some human body pushing from between the body guards few meters away, struggling to reach me? It’s Andreas. I stoned as I saw what he was holding. It’s his laptop.
“Let him in!” I yelled at the body gaurds. Considering that it was the first time I’d yell at any of them, they let Andreas in with an obvious shock drawn on their faces. He came to me, his face features worried and agonized. I raised my eye brows as in to make him talk. He just took a seat beside me and slowly opened his laptop. “Hurry, I have about four minutes to go to the stage.”
“Take a look at this,” he said, handing me his laptop, his voice monotonous but creepy. I felt my heart pump the blood irregularly as I read the address. It was from Sarah.
‘Hey.
It’s not Sarah this time.
It’s US. The kidnappers of Sarah, proudly introducing ourselves to you.
You have only two days to save her or she’ll be slaughtered like a sheep. You’re an animals’ lover, aren’t you?
Don’t play smart and call the police. Don’t play fool and ignore this.
Her life is in your hands. Think wise before you come. There’s one thing you could do. Send us Erin. We’ll send you Sarah.’
“H-h-how could. Who. Who send this?” I struggled to keep my words clear yet my voice couldn’t but break at the very end. I put my hand over my chest and felt my heart vibrate inside while all the other parts of my body shook like an earthquake.
As Andreas scrolled down, a picture was attached to the message. Andreas clicked on it and it zoomed in.
“Unbelievable,” I said first as I swallowed. “What kind of humans are they?” I looked at Andreas as I gave up for my tears and felt my knees get weak. I dropped at the floor; her bloody beautiful face, her vulnerable wounded body, her tied hands and legs, all flashing before my eyes like a horror film from Hollywood.



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Sorry for the long wait. I had been so so so busy. I hope i'll update sooner more often
so what do u think?[/justify]

awwwww
Finally
I loved that chapter so much
Keep it up Sarah ^.^


I feel so sad for the other Sarah

aww thank uu babe (:
u always praise my work.

so many bad things happen to her. unfair sas unfair! u surprise me always! it's an amazng chapter!
waiting for ur nexty. 7ippik <3