Human Connect To Human

{Concert 2} Chapter 8: The Hang Over

Word Count: 2328

Yes, I had to do a word count because this is the biggest chapter i've done to date with Bill's P.O.V and i'm amazed my mind was able to think of so much even with the failure of my epic essay ... sad.

Concert 2

Chapter 2: The Hang Over

Bill walks into his hotel room as stealthy as he can, his movements swiftly and noiseless. Yet somehow, maybe it's a twin thing, Tom stirs from the couch at the exact time Bill tries to get into his room. Tom wakes up fully and sits up in his elbows and looks at him. Bill chastises himself for not being fast enough and puts his coat on the sofa. Throwing his keys on the coffee table, avoiding Tom’s stare.

"Where have you been?" Tom finally asks rubbing the sleep away from his face. "I was worried."

"Was that before or after you locked me in the bathroom?" Bill says before he can help it. The buzz of last night’s alcohol is still roaming in his head. He smiles at that. He hadn’t had a good time in a long time, especially not one after cutting himself and having a fight with Tom.

"It was for your own good," Tom says standing. "Where did you go?"

"Away from you," Bill says as he goes into the bathroom.

 He pictures Tom, his brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, the perfect picture of an over protective older brother. But Bill knows better, he knows Tom isn’t worried that he did something wrong, he just wants to know so he can make fun of him later on. It’s what Tom does; his memories are like those of elephants, they never go away.

"Bill..." Tom sighs approaching the bathroom door. "You had me seriously worried."

He’s upset, Bill thinks; good, now he knows how I feel when he goes out in his sexual binges. Bill looks away, his eyes blurring with tears suddenly.

“Away from you,” Bill repeats throwing water in his face to disguise his tears. “I told you already.”

“I was worried,” Tom says for the third time as if repeating it enough time is going to make Bill tell him.

"Gut."

"Nein," His brother responds his fist clenching and unclenching.

"Too bad," Bill says before slamming the door and locking it.

That felt good, he admitted to his reflection in the mirror, really good. He leans against the door, the water still running, and sighs. He really had a good time last night, too good actually. He always thought friendship was earned yet here he was, after spending the night with a complete stranger, smiling his ass off thinking about his new friend.

Mikah... yeah she was his friend. Who else would help him, without question, when he needed help? Who else would steal a car, granted it was her friends, just to get him away from someone? But at the same time, how long did he know her? 2 days? Not even two whole days, more like hours. Did that count as friendship?

He touched his arm, his fingers tracing his wounds under the gauze. He could still feel the open skin, the blood tinkling down his arm, and the cool blade against his skin... but the desire to do it again was gone. By now he had the blade in his hand, between his thumbs, thinking of the right spot on his arm to press its tip to.

But not anymore or at least not yet, perhaps it was the alcohol in his system that subdued his constant need, or maybe something else? Something that burned a hole in his heart, something unknown to him, an emotion he’d never felt before. But who knows these things, he finally amends standing up.