Apocalypse - Tom Kaulitz

P A R T F O U R

I shoved past the group of boys, walking towards the bathroom. When I opened the door, I was greeted with something I never imagined happening on my first day. There stood Olivia, her hair up in a messy ponytail, her earring out, she was surrounded by about 4 other girls. One girl was holding a pair of gold hoops, another girl holding a black purse. Before I had enough time to fully examine the group of girls, Olivia came charging at me with high speed. She jumped onto me, knocking me down from the great power. I thought for a second, realizing what was truly happening, causing a sly smirk to form on my lips. As she was about to punch me, I punched the side of her jaw with more power than I intended. I heard a few gasps from the girls in front of me, one girl shouting "Get her ass, Olivia!" I got up, shoving her off of me. Her body fell to the floor as her hand was cupped over her recently punched jaw.

I swiftly put my hair up into a ponytail with the hair tie on my wrist. I leaned down slightly, hovering over Olivia. I looked her deep in her eyes, "The fuck are you trying to fight me for?" I asked her, my face only a few inches from hers. "I-I, you were flirting with my Tommy." She said, once again in that obnoxious high-pitched voice. "Your Tommy? That's pathetic, give me a real reason before I beat your ass." I said, confidence flooding through my body. Her lips part, as she goes to say something in return, but ultimately stays silent. I roll my eyes and scoff, with that same smirk still playing on my face. I give her a smile and back up, putting my hand out. I nod my head at her, signaling her to get up. Once she grabs my hand and is almost fully up, I use my other hand to reach out behind her head and pull her hair hard. Her body has a reaction and as she stands there trying to gather herself and stand up straight, I roundhouse kick her ass! - is what I wanted to do, but as my foot was halfway to her face I got yanked back quickly. I am being held up about 2 feet by my collar, I get spun around to face our principal.

Well, I think it's the principal, he has the generic high school principal look. Chubby, bald, white, and tall. "Was zum Teufel denkst du, was du tust?" He said loudly, I had absolutely no clue what he said to me. He dropped me suddenly and dragged me to his office. He sat down and I sat down in one of the two seats facing his desk. "Möchten Sie erklären, was gerade los war?" When he spoke, his breath reeked, it smelled like fish, alcohol of some sort, and I don't even know what, it just smelled horrible. I unintentionally winced at his breath, which caused him to raise his brows. "Was war das?" He said, it felt like he knew his breath stunk, so he purposely exhaled more air as he spoke. I squint my eyes and tilt my head, "Was, ich bin gerade ehhh, hierher gezogen?" I say quietly, not sure if what I said was correct, since I'm still learning German. He furrowed his eyebrows, "Oh?" He spoke. "Are you Divianna Vhander, the transfer student?" I nod my head. "Oh.. well I apologize for any confusion, go back to class sweetheart." He said to me, taking a breath and opening his computer on his desk. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, what does me being new have to do with any of this? I think to myself. I walk out of his office and make my way to my next class. Although the fight was over and I didn't really care anymore, I still found myself looking around every few moments to make sure those girls weren't anywhere around.

I roam the empty halls for a good minute, not knowing where my destination is. I look through the window on a few random class- room doors, looking for Tom or Bill; since I have all my core classes with them. But for some reason they were nowhere to be found. I turn around and head back to the head office. "Hi! Sorry, where am I supposed to be?" I ask the lady in the front. She looks at me through her glasses, giving me a somewhat dirty look. I look left and right awkwardly, as she just stares at me and doesn't respond for a few seconds. Overtime the tension in the room grows stronger, and the urge to just leave her office gets stronger. I stare at her awkwardly, when she finally decides to respond to me. But she doesn't give me the same energy. She dryly responds, "I don't know, figure it out yourself." I want to cuss her out so badly, but I refrain. "Oh, um okay thanks!" I respond with the same attitude as before. I make my way out of her office and continue to roam the halls. Since I'm still new, I have no clue where I am 90% of the time. I do know where the cafeteria is though, since I was in there not too long, and I found it pretty quick.

I walk into the empty cafeteria, the lights are all on except for in the kitchen, and nearly all of the tables were dirty. I searched around the cafeteria until I found the table that me, Bill, Tom, Gustav, and Georg were sitting at during lunch. I grab a closed bag of baby carrots and sit down at the table, taking out my notebook. This notebook is very dear to me, 4 years ago my dad gave me this notebook for my birthday. Every few months he would fill it with a picture or memory of us together, with a description of what we were doing and just his opinions on the activity for that day. He started it when I was born, and he promised that one day we would fill up the book and it would be such a beautiful thing to look back on once I started living on my own. Every time I'm upset or not feeling well, I always find myself back in this book. The last time he updated it was exactly 2 weeks before he was pronounced dead, he was planning on doing something fun with me that day, but something got in the way. Words can't explain how much I miss him. I miss his laugh, sense of humor, smell, the way he always knew what to say, his very unfunny dad jokes, and just him in general.

Ever since he died, mom threatened to burn the book or sell it every time we got into a bad argument. She openly stated on various occasions that she thought it was ugly and tacky, and embarrassing to have in her household. But dad stood up for me when I didn't know I could, he didn't know then but if it weren't for him constantly standing up for me and the book I would lose all memories of him. I turn the pages, looking through each and every memory from start to finish. Tears start to form in my eyes once I get to a certain page in the book, page 29. I still remember it all too well. I was 7 and mom and dad were fighting again. Things got bad and mom started to bring me and Hayden into it, she threatened to divorce dad and take us away. She started to yell at Hayden and I, saying it was "our fault" for the downfall of their marriage. Dad never thought that way, he said that if it weren't for us, they wouldn't have lasted more than two years. The argument eventually ended, but it ended in me and Hayden crying. So dad took us to get ice cream, as an attempt to let us know that he wasn't the bad guy.

July 3, 1997

Shelby and I got into another fight, and she brought Div and Hayden into it. It resulted in both of them crying, boogers everywhere and red bloodshot eyes. I know she wouldn't do anything to cheer them up, she would just say they need to be prepared for the real world. So, like any good parent would do, I took them to get ice cream! They both love ice cream more than anything, and I knew it would cheer them up instantly. Div got bubblegum, and Hayden got some superhero flavor, looks gross. But he absolutely insists that it's "So yummy". I love hanging out with these two so much, any time with them is a fun time. And since they are both still young, I hope they can forgive and forget. I don't know what to do anymore since Shelby likes to start fights so often, but I'm hoping their Legos and barbies come soon so they can play together and have fun and not hear us constantly bickering.

It read, that day was one of the worst days of my life, I just wish he was still here to protect me from such an evil lady that I call my mother.

A/N ~ ahhh i havent written on wattpad or updated this in a HOT MINUTE. working on chap 5 rn 😍 im so glad im back into writing this! i have so many great ideas on what im gonna write for the next few chapters, and theres alot you guys arent ready for frl! and tysm for like almost 80 readssss 🫶 i lit never get reads on my books so this means a lot help... anywhooo yeah lmk what u think!!! vote and comment also 😏😇😉🤩