The One Who Controls | Tom Kaulitz

High

"Feels good right." The girl said laughing as I tip my head back, feeling the effects. She was right, I did feel good. There was nothing in my brain, just nothing. My body tingled and everything felt like Tv static.

The girl puts her hand on my thigh, smirking. Her intentions seemed different then at first. She grabs my chin, pulling me in slowly. Placing her lips to mine. I didn't kiss back at first, she caught me by surprise but it felt nice. She was gentle, holding my face as she kissed me. It felt like sparks in between our lips.

She laughs pushing me back. "I'm seeing someone." I blurt out suddenly.

"Sweetie good for you, but I don't see him." She says looking around sarcastically.

"I should get going, thanks for the drugs." I try and open the door but it's locked. She smirks at me, grabbing at my face again.

"Who's the lucky man?"

I scoff. "Tom Kaulitz." Her face drops and I see fear flash her eyes.

"Oh." Was all she muttered out. I try and open the door again, it was still locked.

"Open the door, please."

"Stay longer, live a little."

"I am living, trying to keep it that way. So open the fucking door." I was getting mad now, she had no right for this shit.

"What do you have to run too, just stay." She whispered as she ran her hand up my thigh, stopping before my waistband. I take a breath as she kisses me again, harder this time. She's breathing heavier as she puts her hands under my shirt, groping me. I'm just letting this happen, I didn't know why. Maybe I was trying to get Tom out of my mind.

"Fuck! What am I doing?" I yell pushing her back in her seat. She gave me a confused look as I tried to open the door, once again.

"Okay seriously open the door, I want to go."

"Fine, you want another line before you go sweetie?" I nod as she cuts up some more.

She unlocks the door as I hold my nose back again, the burning sensation stopping after a little bit. I shiver a bit in the cold rain as I walk back to the car.

The high hit me harder this time, the fuzziness making me feel weird as I lay my head back. It did help numb that feeling, only slightly. Tom was definitely losing his mind right now, looking for me. Not the first, probably won't be the last. Fuck, how did I end up here. I punched the side of the door, frustrated. Hitting it again and again. I pulled my back, it stung and knuckle turned purple. It wasn't enough, none of this was. That feeling still lingered. I grabbed the bottle, downing some more. I felt really fucked up. The whole mixture of this and whatever the hell I snorted.

The radio drowned out the silence as I sat in the parking lot, no way I would try and drive right now. The night went on as I sat trying to get out of my head, drugs were only helping slightly. Except nothing felt real right now, I didn't feel real. It felt so fucking fake, like a third world view.

Engines sounded in the distance. Damn it. I get out of the car start to run. It was dark and still raining. My feet didn't even feel like they were moving. My lungs burned as I sprinted down the road. I stop and take a breath, trying to figure out what to do, but I didn't know. I was blanking. Shit, I feel really fucking dizzy. I fall back on my ass, like gravity was pulling me down.

Headlights come down the road. I sat against a building, trying to not feel so fucked up.

A tall figure steps out of the car, walking up to me. I could recognize those cornrows from anywhere.