Frostbound Hearts - Bill Kaulitz

Distant Echoes

September 1st 2005

The sun barely filtering through my curtains hitting my face awakes me, the smell of coffee in the air consuming my nostrils. A small smile creeps on my face as I roll over and slowly open my eyes. My eyes glance over to the clock on my bedside table - it's my first day of school and I'm already late. Tom promised he would wake me up, but he's not the most reliable, why did I even bother asking him ugh.

Groaning, I throw my bed sheets off me and stumble out of bed. While rummaging through my shelves attempting to find my uniform, Lilo bounds into the room, tail wagging as if it's any normal day.

But it's different this time, I'm still attending the same school that Lazarus founded but this year a new class was established. The night class. Lazarus informed me that Bill would be one of the members of this new night class. However, it was no ordinary night class, it was specifically designed for the creatures of the night, vampires. Every individual in the class will be a vampire, they will be taught human history, mathematics, english among other lessons on vampire history and culture.

A part of me was excited, Bill going to the same school as me is something I could have only dreamed of. Another part of me is nervous, I mean we have been a bit distant these past few years, Bill rarely visits, Lazarus says he's busy with some kind of important matters, but I just hope he hasn't completely forgotten about me. I mean I'm probably just another human girl to him, there's nothing that makes me different to anyone else. As of right now, Bill hasn't visited in over 3 months...

Whatever, I need to focus on getting ready, I don't have time to contemplate whatever Bill has going on with him. Lilo watches me frantically grab my burgundy leather baguette bag from the floor, then gives me a playful bark. "Not now Lilo!" I mutter, though I can't help but smile at her enthusiasm. He doesn't care if it's morning or night - school or no school, he just wants to play.

I rush out the door, heart racing. Today's already off to a rough start.

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I stumble through the classroom doors, panting, out of breath. "Sorry I'm late Sir" I groan, taking a seat next to my best friend, Alex. Tom's also in my class, I have the great pleasure of sitting right in front of him.

"Looks like someone's a bit late" he chuckles a smirk consuming his face.

I roll my eyes, ignoring his comment. If I say anything I know his petty ass will cause a scene, even though it's his fault I'm late, after all he was supposed to wake me up. Lately Tom's been acting different, I think it's his way of trying to fit in but he's become a real dick. He only hangs out with all the "popular guys" and comes home stinking of cigarettes.

I pull out my notebook, trying to shake off Tom's irritating smirk. Alex nudges me with her elbow, a concerned look on her face.

"Tom giving you a hard time again?" she whispers, glancing over her shoulder

I sigh, flipping through the pages of my notebook until I reach a blank one, "When isn't he giving me a hard time these days"

Alex raises an eyebrow, "you were so close though, I don't get it"

Neither do I... I mean when Tom first moved in with us, he was a quiet empathetic boy. He would always listen when I didn't have anyone to vent to or ask if I was okay when I seemed down. Maybe it was the spell that Lazarus put on him, that I assume erased his memory, and now his real personality is leaking through, or maybe it's the influence of Mason and that lot that he hangs out with now. He tries to blend in too hard, I can barely even recognise him anymore.