Insufferable (Tom Kaulitz)

The secret is sugar

I open my eyes to a dark room. I heard the light snores coming from the bed and looked over at the alarm clock "5:24am"

It was still pitch black outside but my body was fully awake. The couch was cramping my neck I didn't bother to try and fall back asleep.

I sat up and glanced over at the giant bed that contained a sleeping Tom. I slowly got up and crept my way over to the big windows. I glanced outside to only be met with the thick forest and darkness. However The moon shined beautifully in the sky and the stars sparkled around it.

I looked down to see the yard I had once ran through, being chased like prey by toms mangy dogs. I dreamed about running through that yard again, but this time I escaped, made my way to an airport and flew back home never to be seen in Tokyo ever again. But a part of me accepted this reality for I knew escaping would be close to impossible.

I was startled when I heard low groans and mumbling from behind me. I looked back to see Tom tossing and turning in his sleep. Oh how I desperately wanted to smother him with a pillow again.

I walked over to the bed side slowly, pulling the chair that was in the corner over to toms side of the bed. I sat there. Staring at him with my head in my hands and elbows rested on knees. Similar to his pose when he first kidnapped me.

My eyes narrowed focusing on his face, he looked so peaceful and normal as he slept. I turned my fixation on his face to his nightstand. There were two drawers embedded in the table. I carefully tugged at the knob and opened the first drawer to see condoms, tylenol and some other random junk.

I grabbed the second drawer knob and was met by a few books, chargers and a picture. I held the photo up to see what I assume to be a young bill and Tom.

They looked about maybe twelve or thirteen. Bill was cute, his hair spiked and the same black coal eyeliner decorated his young eyes. Tom sitting beside him with blonde dreadlocks and the same baggy clothes five sizes too big for his body.

I laughed a bit as I place the picture back in the drawer and closed it, I glance back to tom to see his eyes now open and staring at me.

I jumped back a bit losing my balance and tumbling backwards in the chair. My back smashing against the floor. I think it was the biggest jump scare I've ever experienced knowing a cold blooded killer was now watching me gawk at his childhood photo when I thought he was fast asleep.

I heard a faint snort escape from Tom as I laid there on the floor.

"Who the fuck do you think you are going through my shit?" He huffed now sitting up in his bed.

"Ow, I was just bored and I thought it'd be a better idea to snoop then" I caught myself for what I was actually saying.

"Then what? Trying to smother me again? Trying to escape ?" He sneered

I just looked up at him and rubbed at my sore head. I got up to my feet and just stood there.

"I'm bored. I don't want to go back to bed. Can I please go to the kitchen and make myself some food?" I asked politely

"You think I trust you to leave this room? Get your ass back on the couch and wait" his voice demanding

"No" i groaned

"What did you just say"

"I said no, I don't want to sit on the couch. I'm hungry" my arms now crossed

"My dogs are probably hungrier" he growled

"Fuck you" I snapped

Tom threw the covers off and began to approach me. I scuttled backwards and ran onto the other side of the bed.