𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴 - tokio hotel

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

The tension at home was getting heavy. Tom was locked in his room, refusing to talk to anyone, even his own brother. Zoe and Georg were having the perfect love affair, Gustav was very withdrawn and Bill, I always suspected, was the sicko who harassed me.

Today was my second session with the handsome Dr. Hart. I was slightly uncomfortable knowing that he liked me, but I needed someone to talk to about my feelings, as Tom wasn't talking to anyone.

Zoe took me to the appointment, which was early in the morning, so I must have been his first patient that day. Zoe sat down in the waiting room with a magazine and I sat next to her.

A pretty redhead with a wonderful smile came over to us, "Miss Cooper?" she asked for our attention. "It's me," I said, standing up. She smiled even wider and led me to the front of the room.

I took a breath before entering the room and witnessed a shocking scene. Doctor Hart was pinned to the wall, a runner in each arm, like nails. There was blood everywhere, a real butcher's shop, and with the blood was written 'I warned you'.

I screamed my guts out and collapsed to the ground crying, burying my head in my hands. People came running to see what made me scream like that, and Zoe was one of them. When everyone discovered the scene, many panicked, others had the reflex to call the police.

Zoe joined me on the floor and hugged me tightly, forcing me not to look at the horrible scene in front of me. "Everything's going to be okay," she repeated, stroking my hair. It was as if she wanted to convince herself that everything would be all right.

After 10 minutes of everyone panicking, the police finally arrived, forcing us out of the room. They barricaded the crime scene with yellow tape, just like in the movies, denying us access.

I knew who had done this crime, it couldn't be that coincidental. The sick bastard started killing again.

~ time skip ~

After a few questions from the police, we were free to go and returned home. My jeans were covered in blood from the crime scene floor, and I had mascara all over my cheeks from crying.

When the boys saw us, including Tom who had finally decided to come out of his room, they looked shocked.

I said nothing and headed straight for my room to take a shower, leaving Zoe the task of telling the boys everything.

I started to cry again, looking at myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked like a psychopath. I undressed, still crying like a madwoman, turned on the shower and slipped inside.

I sat down and, feeling the water running over my head, closed my eyes and enjoyed the calm. Once again, someone had died because of me.

After maybe thirty minutes in the shower, I finally decided to get out. I grabbed some random clothes and lay down in bed, my wet hair in front of my face.

The mirror in front of my bed reflected my face, meaningless and pale. I looked dead inside and out. Maybe that's what I should do? Die so all this carnage stops.

But why should I be the one to die? For what? What have I done to deserve this?

I didn't have time to think about it and more when I heard knocks at the door. "Go away," I shouted, taking one of my pillows and putting it over my head.

The door opened, revealing Tom's worried face. I stood up from my position and watched him before sighing and beckoning him inside.

He entered my room and sat down on the edge of my bed, closing the bedroom door behind him.

He drew imaginary shapes on my bedcover. "How do you feel?" he said, not taking his eyes off the blanket. I didn't answer, staring into space and lost.

"Do you want to be alone?" he finally asked after a few minutes, seeing that I wasn't answering. I shook my head no and he moved closer to me, opening his arms.

I buried my head against his muscular chest and began to cry, again, as he stroked my arms. "Shhhhh." he said, trying to calm me down.

Unfortunately, I couldn't be calmed. Being the victim of such a scene was the worst thing, and telling yourself it was your fault was even worse.

I hiccupped, trying to catch my breath, and poked my head out to look into his eyes. His gaze was so soothing, so gentle.

His lips brushed my cheeks, trying to wipe away any remaining tears, and smiled at me. You're so beautiful when you cry," he said with a half-smile. I also gave him a slight smile before resting my head on his shoulder.

We both lay down in my bed and I put my head on his chest. I was so tired and upset that I fell asleep instantly.

A/N: hey guys sorry for not posting fo so damn long i was in vacation and didn't had the time so yeah i'm back! also sorry this chapter is short and maybe a bit shitty 🥲