2. Love & Death - Tom Kaulitz

deus ex machina

I shot my eyes open and with my brusk movements the shackles holding me down rumbled and made a stinging noise. Immediately, a stringing sound covered any sound in the room, as my head started to hurt. I was wearing nothing but my jeans and my bra. My shoes had been taken off, which I don't remember, however my shirt being ripped off that I can recall clearly.

My eyes immediately dart to my stomach, and I tried hopelessly to touch my belly, to make sure my baby was alright. I didn't care about the bruises I had all over my body. As long as it was alright. At my failed attempt, I fall back on the dirty mattress. Sounds of people were audible from afar. I lifted my head towards the entry of the concrete floored space. Three man, potentially the ones that were here before, walked back in with a black duffel bag.

"Woke up from your after-beat session, sweet pie?" One of them asked.

"Fuck off." I spar at them angrily, not one frightened bone in my body making its appearance.

"Again, I'm into the 'I hate you' deal. Don't bother, baby." The same man spoke, and I realize now it was the same guy who touched me in the car. I didn't know if they had done anything else other than hit me, but I sure hope because I don't know what it would do to the baby. "You're weak. Three hits and you were passed out. They don't fuck dead people. They had some mercy in you." The revolting man said to me, his yellow teeth appeared from under his mask and just that helped me visualize how disgusting of a man he must be under that black scarf. I hoped to god Tom was on his way over here, ready arrest these mother-fuckers. "Here sweet pie, drink this." The man offered a black mug filled with liquid. No way am I drinking that, he definetly put something fishy in it. 

I shut my mouth tightly and looked at the cup in utter disgust. Shiverring, I pulled myself as far back as I would with the shakles holding me down. He took a step towards me and smiled dangerously. It was a sadistic smile, one that scream 'I love that you're scared'. I shivered at that thought. "You'll drink it whether you like it or not sweet pie." He cooed, his voice anything but recomforting, only making my skin crawl. "No." I let out with all the strenght I had left, and fought every once of courage I had in me to look him in the eye without letting my tears roll down my face. He put poison in it, I was going to die. "Alright then second method." He said, the mystery of the method making my inner conscience scream at me to just kill myself at  that moment but I couldn't. Couldn't even do that. What about my baby? What about the tiny human growing inside of me? What about Tom? Was I never going to see him again? The man who stood by my side every time I was not okay, who held me when I was crying, kissed me when I needed it and did everything for me, was never going to see me ever again. 

I decided to stop fighting. It was useless. I closed my eyes, imagined all the great things that have happened in my life. Tears now ran freely down my face, staining whatever tissue was left of my clothes. I remembered the time when Tom asked me to be his girlfriend in that bathroom, when they'd won that award against me, and how they kept a chair for me in case I came back. I recalled every little moment, all my happy moments, and they were all with him. 

I felt a needle pinch every so slightly in my forearm, before I heard a loud firing noise. I thought I'd died, when two hands, two familiar hands held my sides. With my eyes filled with tears, I could barely see, but I knew who I was looking at was the man I'd thought I'd never see again. He held me now, after removing the shackles holding me down. I had no strenght left in me so I sat there, lifelessly in his arms. But at least I was in his arms, that's what mattered above everything else in the world. But before I knew to say a word of gratitude to my husband, everything turned black, and I fell backwards in his arms. 

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I was in a light room, in a bed with blue bedsheets, and I was wearing a hospital gown. Looking to my left I saw my arm with a needle japped into it and I screamed, ripping it away from my arm in fear. "STELLA!" I heard someone yell and suddenly the adrenaline came rushing down and I yelled out in pain as blood ran down my arm. "NURSE! HELP!" I recognised Tom's voice and hold, before it was replaced by gentle, yet fast fingers as the experienced nurse replaced my needle again. "No! Don't...don't poison me..please." I begged helplessly, tears trickling down my face. "It's anti-biotics. You're safe." The nurde reassured, putting a hand on my bandaged shoulder and left. I looked down at my body and realized I was pratically bathed in bandages. "Stella, my love." Tom bawled, rushing to me and falling to his knees next to my hospital bed. He helf my face and kissed me once, twice in desesperation and pulled back. He held my hand tightly and I tried to do the same. His eyes were red, and wattery. "I'm sorry for everything my baby." He said in a shaky voice, holding and kissing my hand, afraid I might dissapear if he stops. 

"Is the baby okay..?" I let out in a weak whisper and he nods, smilling. "I want to have this baby with you Stella. Wouldn't want it with anyone else. We'll be the best parents." Tom revealed in a chocked sob, his nose all red from crying and his eyelashes all drenched. My eyes filled with tears at the sight of his adoration to our baby and I closed my eyes, thanking whatever miracle occured to have saved me from what I thought were my last moments. "Come." I whispered to Tom and withtout needing to say anything else, I scooched over and he slipped beneath the hospital covers and held me close, careful not to hurt me. "I love you" I heard him say, and his voice, his warmth, wrapped me up in a cocoon as sleep took over my exhausted body.