𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛 | Tom kaulitz

You can't run from me

When I saw the pocket knife in his hand, I managed to push him off of me and I ran to the front door, I unlocked it and ran out.

I was trying to get as far as possible, I didn't want to die yet, I'm only 19 years old. I kept running but I looked back and I tripped, I scraped my knee and I hissed in pain.

I looked back again and he was walking towards me, "come on Raven get up" I told myself, when I got up and tried to run, he chased after me, I couldn't run faster because my knee hurt.

He caught up to me and grabbed my arm, making me face him as he put the pocket knife up to my jawline, "still want to try to run, darling?" I was terrified, he manipulated me into thinking he was a good person.

I can't believe I actually thought he was a good person,"Tom please don't kill me" I said tearing up now.

"Why shouldn't I!" He yelled, "because I love you!" I yelled back, my words made him drop the knife and let go of me, "I love you Tom, don't you realize? My dad wants you to kill me because he wants to put you in jail and if he does, we won't be able to see each other"

I had to manipulate him back, I had to get the pocket knife. He kissed me but then he stopped and turned away from me, "no! Stop!" When he turned, i grabbed the knife from the ground, pointing it at him.

He turned to look at me again, "you manipulating bitch" he said with a smirk, "look who's talking" I responded, still pointing the knife at him. "You wouldn't kill me" he looked me in the eyes.

"I know you love me, Raven and you know it too" "I would never fall in love with a murderer like you, you fucking psycho" I felt a tear rolling down my cheek, "I hate you Tom, I fucking hate you"

He slowly walked up to me, "stay away from me" I looked at him in the eyes, crying. He got closer and grabbed my wrist, taking the knife back.

"Go inside" he ordered, "no" I wasn't going to let him treat me like a pet. "No?" He smiled, "yea no" I nodded, he then punched me and I fell to the ground. Blood was dripping from my mouth

"Still don't wanna go inside?" What the fuck is wrong with him? "I'm not going inside Tom, no matter how much or how hard you hit me, I'm not gonna listen to you"

He squat down and grabbed my arm, he slid the knife on my forearm, cutting me. I screamed in pain, I looked at him with anger as he was smiling. He then picked me up and carried me inside the house.