Damaged goods // T.Kaulitz

Why me?

-A week later-

I sat beside Tom's bed, he still hasn't woken up, the doctors aren't even sure he will. A silent tear trickled down my face as I took Tom's hand.

"Hey...you're still here?" Bill came up behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Mhm..." I wiped the tear away and looked up at him.

"I got you a sandwich..." He passed me a box with a ham and cheese sandwich in it.

"Thanks..." I wasn't hungry.

"What did the nurse say to you?" He kneeled down beside me.

"They want to put me in a psych ward again...they saw the scar on my arm..." I sighed.

"A psych ward? Would that help you?"

"No...it didn't last time..." I bowed my head, "And they're finally putting me on meds..."

"That's something then..." He held my arm softly.

"Yeah..." I nodded, glancing at the newspaper page he had in his hand, "What's on it?"

"Nothing..." He shook his head and went to throw it in the bin behind me.

"Bill...what's in it?" I grabbed his hand and took it off him.

Is the newest member of Tokio Hotel a murderer?

"Great..." I crumpled it up into a ball and passed it back to him.

"I didn't want you to see that..." He sighed.

"It's fine...everyone seems to think I'm a murderer anyways so it's not shocking..." I shrugged my shoulders.

"You did what you had to..."

"And yet Tom's life is still in danger..." I looked back at Tom, he seemed so peaceful.

"He did it for a reason...at least if he dies he had some reason like he wanted..." Tears built up in Bill's eyes.

"And what reason is that?" I bit my bottom lip and looked down.

"He loved you...I've never seen Tom care so much for a person that he would jump in front of a bullet for them...ever since we were little I swore he was heartless...he didn't have any compassion for anyone...and then you came along..."

"Why me? That's what I don't get! All I've ever done is cause shit!" I groaned.

"You understood him...you didn't fall to your knees at the sight of him like most did...you would argue back, protect him...nothing like what anyone has done for him before...our whole lives I've seen him struggle so much to keep people in his life but you just kind of clung onto him..." He laughed a little which made me do the same.

Another tear fell down my face, Tom was the exact same for me. No one has ever treated me like Tom has.

"He wouldn't want you to cry over him either..." He pulled me into a hug.

As we were hugging I noticed an acoustic guitar in the corner, Bill must've bought it over for when he wakes up.

"Bill...pass me the guitar..." I pulled away.

"Ok sure..." He reached over and grabbed the neck, "Here..."

I laid it on my lap and started to play the first song that reminded me of Tom. Zombie by The Cranberries.