a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

Our Old Friend Death

The car speeds off down the winding road, Toms energy feels off. I brace myself as we tear down the crowded street, Tom flicks his music on and turns it all the way up, shivers run down my spine as Tom takes a sharp turn sending us flying onto the main road, the other cars abruptly move out of his lane and give him more room to speed. I grip the leather seat beneath me and hold my breath, keeping my eyes fixed on the road ahead of us, as we continue racing down the road the city comes into view. Thank fuck. The journey will be over soon.

But to my surprise, Tom speeds past the entrance to the car park taking us in a completely different direction, my heart booms in my chest, the music floods my brain fogging up my ability to think, we carry on bombing down the main road before we come to the slip turn, I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath as Tom drifts up the turning causing me to smack my body against the door. I feel the car straighten up again, I slowly peel my eyes back open to discover that we've pulled onto a completely quiet road, theres no people walking on the pavements which line the street and theres no other cars in sight.

Where the fuck are we going.

I glance to the side to look at Tom, his eyes are narrowed and he's gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles are going white, his jaw is clenched tight and he's grinding his teeth together, he's breathing heavily while slightly bobbing his head to the booming music, he glares at the road ahead of us without blinking once.
I begin to feel uneasy, my stomach squirms as a burning feeling grows in my chest. My ribcage feels tight as I struggle to regain my breath.
My grip on the seat tighten as my hands become clammy and sweat beads my forehead, wait, hold on. I recognise this road.

Fuck

As we slow down towards the huge building in front of us Tom turns the music off
"What are we doing here" I swallow hard
Tom ignores me and hops out of the vehicle, I follow. We walk onward and come to the entrance of the building.

Its the abandoned wear house. My heart drops to my stomach and I dry heave as memories of all the deaths flood my mind.

Georg stands at the entrance and me and Tom walk to the middle of the crumbling building
"I didn't want to do this." Tom turns to face me as he places his hands on my shaking shoulders.
"Do what?" I question as my voice quivers, he reaches into the back pocket of his baggy jeans and pulls out his pistol. Fuck.

"Tom, please don't" he re loads the gun and points it at my face so I'm staring down the barrel, this is it, this is how I die.
Fight or flight enters my body alongside a huge rush of adrenaline, Im not going out like this. I kick his kneecaps and run to one of the dark corners, I scan the floor as much as I can and I find a brick, perfect. I pick it up and prepare to fight for my life. Toms footsteps echo through the building
"Come out Taylor" He coos the sound of his jeans rubbing together grows louder, I carefully sneak behind a stack of piled up barrels and find my way to the other side where I see a ladder which leads to an attic, I make a run for it, careful not to make any sound as I climb the old broken ladder. I get to the attic and crouch down as I hear Tom searching for me.

I slowly back up into the wall, the wooden floor of the attic is unstable and rotting away, before I reach the back I hear a crack,
"I can hear you~"
my foot falls through the floor, as I struggle to drag my foot back up, the wooden planks beneath me collapse, sending my frail body flying towards the concrete floor.

As my body connects with the cold gritty floor I feel a warmth trickling on my head, I lift my hand up to touch it, its blood. My temples warm up along with the bottom of my head as I lay completely still in a pool of my own blood.
"Fuck!" I hear Toms gun go flying to the floor as he sprints towards my paralysed body
"Fuck fuck fuck!" He scoops my limp body up and carries me bridal style to the car
"Keep your eyes open!" His voice sounds muffled now and I begin slipping in and out of consciousness.

He throws me into the back seat and begins speeding down the roads, much faster than before
"It hurts" I say while chocking on my own blood.
I hate this man. I hate him I hate him I hate him.
My eyelids grow heavy and my head feels heavy on my shoulders, I cant breath at all and all I can taste is blood. The back of my head is in agony and my left arm feels broken. Every so often I hear blood trickle onto the leather seat beneath me.
"Keep your eyes open Taylor!" Tom shouts while quickly glancing back to look at me as I bleed out in his car.

We come to a sharp halt and Tom swiftly picks me up and sprints into the hospital which I know very well
"Help! SOMEONE HELP!" He screams while holding me in his shaking arms. The bright hospital lights hurt my eyes and the smell of chemicals burn my nose
"We'll take it from here Mr. Kaulitz" A woman's voice says. My heart slows
"Get her to urgent surgery! Were loosing her!"

"Someone start compressions!"

"Ive lost the pulse!"

"Alright, put her under!"

##Toms Pov##

Ive fucked up. How could this even happen. Its all my fault. I pace the hallways outside of the operating room as I fight the urge to cry
"Tom?" A woman's voice says, I look at her and nod
"This might be hard news, but theres a high chance she wont survive surgery. Her head is split open very badly and we've lost a pulse." She pauses
"But theres a chance it might go well, so don't worry."
"Don't worry? Don't fucking worry? Are you mental?" I shout at her as I tower over her. How dare she tell me not to worry.
"Look, Mr Kaulitz, all we can do now is hope but just try to stay calm."
"Fuck off." I spit under my breath
"Look, we have our best surgeons working on her please just remain calm."  I sigh as I go to sit on the uncomfortable waiting chairs.
'don't worry' stupid whore.

##Taylors Pov##

A machine beeps next to me, I flutter my eyes open as I try to regain my memory. The tedious blue curtains are shut, however due to how thin they are sunlight hits my face as I study the room, Im tucked up in bland itchy bedsheets, they're the same colour as the curtains, my head is rested on two flat pillows, in the corner of the room theres an armchair, someones sat in it.

"Baby," Its fucking Tom
"Don't baby me." I spit back
"How are you feeling?"
"How the fuck you think I feel?"
Tom sighs and stands up to sit on the edge of my shitty hospital bed, he pats my knee
"Don't touch me."

"Hello, how are you feeling? The surgery went very well and depending on your pain levels you should be good to go!" A chirpy voice enters the room. A tall lady enters the room with a clipboard and a pen, she stands next to me while she checks the machines and writes things down, she then turns to look at me while she waits of an answer
"Im ok." I respond,
"Ah, perfect! Well if your boyfriend is happy to then you're welcome to leave" Boyfriend? Ew.
"Friend." I correct her
"My fault!" She gives me a warm smile before exiting the room again.

"You wanna leave?" Tom asks
"Yeah whatever." I try to push myself off the hard bed but my arms are weak and unsteady
"Just let me help you" Tom wraps an arm around my body and lifts me onto my feet
"Can you walk?" He asks, I try to walk forward but my legs feel like jelly beneath me, Tom picks me up and takes me out of the crowded hospital back to his car. He places me in the front seat and buckles me in, I swear if he doesn't drive slow Ill jump out of the moving car.

He starts up the car and reverses out of the overflow car park, we drive slowly through the streets as the sun begins to rise, I rest my head on the lip of the window and let myself relax as we carry on at a steady pace.