Insufferable (Tom Kaulitz)

Toast and strawberry jam

I just sat there in silence for what felt like hours. My eyes didn't leave the gate that kept me hostage. I just stared and hoped someone would pass by and acknowledge me. I cradled the first aid in my arms while I daydreamed, every so often I'd snap out of it and glance as my deranged injury.

I took a big sigh and began to pry open the rubbing alcohol. I just stared at my mangled foot and winced at the thought of cleaning it. I sat up straight and angled my knee to the ceiling resting my arm across it. I sat there for a second with the bottle in my hand.

"Okay.. one...two....." I closed my eyes hard and took a deep breathe "three"

I turned the bottle over and poured the solution straight onto my open flesh. I drenched the area repeatedly as I held my breath, I felt my skin burn and sting as I continued to squeeze my eyes shut, I screamed and groaned at the pain and finally flipped the bottle back up right.

I took a few quick breaths and groaned as the stinging continued.. it wouldn't stop.

"Ah. Ahh. Ow" I couldn't stop the whines from escaping my mouth. My foot felt like it was on fire and the sight was gruesome.

I let a few screams pour out but only silence met my pleas for help. I bit onto the fatty part of my hand and rocked myself until the pain let up. I didn't move for a while.

I managed to pull myself back onto the couch and hugged myself as my foot throbbed. I glanced at the blood and alcohol soaked floor then to the gate just praying for someone to distract me.

After some time had passed and I realized my wishes weren't going to be met I allowed myself to slowly drift to sleep to maybe dream of a happier place and time, hoping I wasn't going to be left to rot.

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I felt a light hand stroking my cheek and opened my eyes to see Tom squatting down next to me. He gave me a soft smile as my eyes fluttered open.

"Morning America" he whispered

I didn't reply, I tried keeping my face neutral but I couldn't fight the feeling of panic stirring inside me.

He turned his head to the side, brows furrowed and a menacing grin tracing along his face.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" His voice sarcastic yet intimidating

I just nodded slowly and continued to lose myself in his dark eyes.

He scoffed before standing up straight and storming towards the door.

"WAIT DONT GO" I shouted as I sat up straight.

He stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned back to me. The same smirk never leaving his face. He began to press towards me and sat on the couch. He lifted my legs and pulled me towards him before resting them along his lap.

We were so close I felt the air getting thicker, his breath smelt of rich rum and cigarettes as it danced along my skin.

"I knew you missed me" he said cheekily

I just nodded and kept my head down.

"Tell me you missed me.. SAY IT" he demanded.

"I.. I missed you Tom" I muttered under my breath. I felt ashamed as the words exited my mouth.

"Show me" he bellowed

"What?" I stuttered, I was now getting anxious and nervous. His sick game, wanting me to beg for him.

"Show me how much you missed me" his eyes now challenging mine as he spoke.

"I Uhm.. I missed you a lot. I was so lonely without you" I truly was at a loss for words I had no idea what to do or say and cringed at the thought of me begging.