The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

chapter fourty-five.

• I CAN SEE CLEARLY - LIL DARKIE

DAY ONE GONE

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"The fuck you mean she's gone?" I furrowed my eyebrows as I spoke on the phone to the nurse, my eyes focused on my lap while I smoked a cigarette.

"She's gone. She left the hospital in which we believe the presence of her brother. It says here Vincent Katsaros." The nurse explained quietly. "We have a few police men looking after her."

"What? Police? Call them off. She's probably scared for fucks sake," I said, my face hardened and my eyes flickering down. "It's for her well-being, Mr. Kaulitz. I understand your concern, but she is missing. It's necessary to have a report in." She sighed before continuing.

"Listen. We have reasons to believe Mandy has a major depressive disorder. This could result in something we don't want to make worse."

"Whatever. Fine. Any excuse to pour pills down her throat again, right?" I muttered as I dragged from my cigarette. "Don't call me back unless you've found her. And I mean it, fucking find her. You were supposed to be keeping her safe, and now she's walking around like the living dead and running off with her convict brother."

"I understand. Thanks for calling us, Mr. Kaulitz." The nurse said before I closed my phone and leaned back, rubbing my face with a heavy sigh.

I was so tired and stressed.

I hadn't slept for a week.

I'd tried calling Mandy multiple times, but she wouldn't answer. Her phone must be off. Did she end up even grabbing it? Is she with her brother, or did she just run off?

A deep sigh left my lips, and I stood up before pushing the bud of the cigarette into my arm and heading back into the studio.

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I'd slept on the couch in some old, torn down house Vince had taken me to. I had no idea how he found it. If he owned it or if he was squatting, neither would surprise me.

My eyes closed for a moment before slowly opening, looking around, and then at my legs once I stood up.

The stairs were ready to break at any second, and there were rusty nails to snag your ankles on. when you turned on one light, it meant another light somewhere around the house would break or turn off from the power source being too powerful.

So, let's say the house isn't all that. I didn't care. It wasn't the worst I'd stayed in, either.

Nevermind. What a shithole.

"Fucking hell," I groaned, stretching my tensed arms for a moment before turning to look at the two boys, including Vince, chattering in the kitchen.

Vince had a few roommates. Just two. One was a girl who was sitting beside them and completely clung onto his friend like life support. I could hear the faint murmurs about my situation, with my wrists and how skinny I was. Vince told me to stay away from them, and that he was their plug. To just let them crash.

"What, is she on a fucking hunger strike or something?" His friend, Terrance muttered to the girl.

"Watch your mouth." Vince said, glancing at his friend before turning his head to look at me. "You look like shit. Go take a shower." He says, nodding towards the bathroom as a warning to leave them.

I stared at his friend for a moment before I stepped to the side and walked onto the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, looking around until my eyes settled on the dirty floor while I undressed.

The mirror, once I looked at it, it was blurry and cracked.

I looked down as I removed my pants, grabbing the gun that had fallen out. I put both hands on it, pointing it towards my face and lifting my head to look back at the mirror as I glided the metal down to the bottom of my chin, on my submental.

And then I pulled it away, setting it down on the counter before turning to turn on the shower, hearing the pipes screech before water sprayed out the valve and shower head.

"Shit," I whispered, quickly tightening the valve and stepping away. I looked down at my wrists, biting down on my tongue at the water seeping through the bandages.

I pulled off the clip that was holding it together, slowly unwrapping the bandage and pulling it off.

My stitches looked so.. infected.

I winced at the sight, my thumb trailing the swollen, red skin around them.

Well, I couldn't exactly shower. It was completely infected, and even if it wasn't, I'd need something to cover my wrists while I showered. But nothing seems clean here.

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I walked out of the bathroom, dressed in my clothes, and one of my wrists was still bare. I couldn't wrap it again.

My gaze drifted around before they settled on the girl who lived here with Vince and his friend. I'm pretty sure her name was Charlie.

She had a belt around her arm, biting down on it while she shot up.

My eyes followed the needle and the way she flicked her arm a few times, her head falling back once she had pushed the tip into her arm and injected it into her veins. "You want some?" She breathed out as she opened her eyes and looked towards me.

"I'm clean." I shook my head, biting back the urge to push her off the stool right then and there. "It's only a little. It won't hurt you, kid." She said, holding out the dirty needle suggestively.