Remember My Dreams

5. Bill Kaulitz

A feeling of fear gripped my throat, like the claws of an invisible demon trying to strangle me. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, a panicked rhythm that seemed to break the silence of the room. My thoughts were a jumble of confusion and uncertainty, like a dark mist enveloping my mind and denying me the path to clarity.
I tried to retreat into the depths of my memories, like an explorer searching for lost treasures in an endless desert of forgetfulness. I forced my mind to go back to the last thing I could remember, to the moments before I woke up in this strange room.
And suddenly, like a flash of light in the darkness, a memory emerged from the depths of my mind. My mother. She had fallen out of bed, her body weakened by illness. I remembered finding her after work, her frail figure lost in the darkness of our small home. I had helped her, gently laying her back in bed and staying with her until she fell asleep again. Then I had gone to bed myself, exhausted, my thoughts tangled in a web of worries and doubts.
And now I was lying here, surrounded by strangers in a strange room, my head throbbing with pain and confusion. Had I just fallen out of bed? Hit my head? The very thought made my stomach churn with fear and uncertainty.
I opened my eyes and looked around the room, searching for a clue, a hint of what might have happened. But the room offered no answers, only the cold silence of ignorance filled the air.
A wave of despair washed over me as I struggled to grasp the truth, to piece together the fragments of my memories into a coherent whole. But every time I thought I was getting closer, the truth slipped through my fingers like sand through a sieve.
I closed my eyes again and tried to calm the chaos in my mind, breathing slowly and deeply like a mantra of calm amid the storm. But even in the silence of my own thoughts, the fear continued to gnaw at me, like a dark shadow that followed me wherever I went.

After a while, when the silence in the room had become almost tangible, Sophie returned, followed by the strange people who had left earlier. Her step was calm but determined, her eyes full of compassion as she walked to my bed and softly whispered, "Here are your friends, Elise."
I nodded weakly, but my heart pounded wildly with confusion. My theory of falling out of bed didn't make any sense, as I had never seen these people before. There must have been a moment in my life when I met these people. But where had I met them? My thoughts raced like a storm through my head as I looked around the room, my eyes resting on the five strangers now standing around my bed.
There were three young men, their faces young and unknown to me. A broad, muscular man stood next to them, his presence imposing and impressive. And next to him stood a slightly older man, his features weathered by time.
"But I don't have any friends," I whispered softly to Sophie, my voice barely more than a murmur in the quiet room.
I looked again at the young man who had held my hand earlier and saw in his gaze that he had understood my words. He no longer wore his cap, and I saw that his dreadlocks were tied back in a ponytail. There were white strands among the black dreads, giving him a distinctive appearance.
He sat down on the chair next to my bed, and I continued to stare at him, my thoughts swirling in a maelstrom of confusion. I recognized him, I was sure of it, but I couldn't remember how or from where. "Hey Elise," he said, his voice like an echo from a distant past.
When I heard his voice, the pieces of the puzzle suddenly fell into place. This was Bill Kaulitz. My heart started pounding wildly in my chest, my breath quickening at the thought of the familiarity of this person. Why was Bill Kaulitz from Tokio Hotel at my bedside? How on earth did I know THE Bill Kaulitz?
"Are you Bill? Bill Kaulitz?" I asked, confused, my voice trembling with emotion. I saw in his gaze that he confirmed this, but it all seemed so unreal.
"Why is Bill Kaulitz from Tokio Hotel in my room?" I began to shout, my voice filled with panic and confusion. I couldn't comprehend it; it seemed too absurd to be true.
But then I heard him say, "But Elise, to you, I'm just Bill." His words hit like a bomb, my thoughts swirling in a whirlwind of confusion and fear.
Before I could respond, Sophie stepped between us and said resolutely, "I think it's best if you all leave. She's not ready for visitors yet."
I watched helplessly as my room slowly emptied, my thoughts entangled in a whirlwind of emotions. Fear, confusion, excitement—they vied for dominance in my mind, like wild animals fighting for control of my soul. And amid all this, I stood there, alone and lost, my heart pounding like a drumbeat dictating the cadence of my life. I had no idea how to deal with this strange situation, but one thing I knew for sure: I had to uncover the truth, whatever it might be. And until then, I had to try to calm myself amid the storm of emotions raging through my mind.