Mists of Time | Bill Kaulitz

˚ʚ Echoes Of A Different Time ɞ˚

Your P.O.V:

I head out on my usual route while listening to some of Tokio Hotel's older songs. How I would've given the world to have met them when they were my age.

After looking at all their past concerts and music from the 2000's on YouTube, it really just made that feeling grow more intensely. I mean don't get me wrong, I love their new electronic style but part of me wishes that they still had that pop rock feel that they had years ago.

As I'm lost in thought , I didn't notice that there was a very light mist in the air, almost like a fog. I didn't think much of it though because there had been light rain all morning and the sun was barely starting to peak through the heavy, thick clouds.

I continue walking feeling a nice refreshing feeling with the mist as it makes contact with my skin. When I reach my usual turn point at a crosswalk, I begin to make the walk back home.

When I reach the house I realized that I had forgotten my keys. I walk up the steps to the front door and begin knocking as I shout,

"Mom, Y/S/N!! Can you open the door for me please. I forgot my keys again!"

I take a step back from the door when I hear the sound of the deadbolt lock turning. When the door opens though, I see an old man standing in front of me. Confused I ask the old man,

"Who are you? Did my mom invite you over??"

The old man looks at me with a puzzled expression and says,

"Young lady, are you sure you have the right house?"

I ignore his question and again I ask him,

"Who are you? Who invited you over?"

He says confusingly,

"What do you mean? I'm Serge. Now I'm not all that sure why you keep saying if I've been invited over."

He pauses and chuckles to himself as if this was funny. He continues and says,

"I've been living in this house for longer than you've probably been alive."

I think to myself, this can't be right. No, something is definitely wrong.

I say with a definitive tone,

"No. My mom Y/M/N, Y/S/N, and me, Y/N live here and we have since 2015."

Serge gives a little chuckle as he says,

"Is this some sort of silly prank that you young people are doing now? I'd have to admit, you're pretty convincing."

I look at him with a perplexed expression and say,

"What makes you think that I'd be joking around about something like this???"

He says in a soft tone,

"Sweetheart, it's 2007. How would that be possible?"

I stare at him as everything came crashing down on me. Every sound slowly fading out and replaced with a high pitched ringing. I break from this trance like state when Serge who seems very concerned for me says,

"Is everything ok? Are you alright, Y/N?"

Without replying I quickly turn around and run thinking that it's just a dream and that I'll wake up any time soon. Soon I make it to a busy street where I begin to walk but I keep my head down muttering and mumbling trying to convince myself that I'm just asleep and when I wake up, I'll be in my nice cozy bed. As I'm trying to make my way through the crowd of people, I accidentally trip over my feet and end up toppling over the person in front of me sending us both falling to the ground. I shut my eyes tightly just waiting to hit the ground hard.

I open my eyes groaning. I hit my head hard on the ground and as I lay there I hear someone also groaning saying,

"Scheiße" with a voice that sounded awfully familiar.

I look around and I see their red hat to the left of me. I quickly grab it and stand up as I see two other guys helping the guy I pushed over. When he turns around I quickly look down due to embarrassment and immediately start apologizing. When I look up to make eye contact with him to see if he accepts my apology I see, A TEENAGE TOM!??!

(second chapter done!! I feel like I've made so much progress. please lmk what yall think 🫶)

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