Reconnected (Tokio Hotel FanFic)

Ch 6- Vergessene Kinder (Forgotten Children)

(Original)

Augen ohne gluck/ Alle traume wurden erstickt/ panik, vor dem licht/ Und angst vor jedem gesicht/ Schuld die keinen trifft/ Die zeit heilt nicht/ Einsam und verloren/ unschichtbar geboren/ Beim ersten schrei erforen/ Vergessene kinder

(English)

Eyes without light/ Too tired of good-byes/ Never felt embraced/ And frightened of every face/ A life in disguise/ Hope forever died/ Lost and so alone/ Born but never known/ Left all on their own/ Forgotten children- Tokio Hotel- Vergessene Kinder

Ch 6

June 16, 2010

​My assumption may have been wrong, but never the less, I needed more questions answered. He may have forgotten about me, but I had not forgotten about him. He always lingered, dwelling, adrift in an uncontrolled mind.

​I couldn't examine all the details in the low light of mum's room though. But by the looks of the photo, the man's face was shadowed as well. A sunken in face and spiked brown hair could definitely be seen.

​"So," Adileigh broke through my wall of thoughts, "umm..." she trailed off as realization struck. A family. My family. I, with no doubt, knew the young girl in the photo was me. I still held those glittering blue eyes, vibrant and glinting from the sun somewhere behind the camera. My hair pulled back on the top as I already had a head of dark hair contributed by my father.

​Tearing my eyes from the photo, I stood from the ground. I stretched. I could've been siting for hours for all I knew, but it probably wasn't more than twenty minutes. Although my body felt stiff and cramped, I scurried from the master bedroom to the stairs as I heard muffled roar of the garage opening. Adileigh followed.

​The backdoor stood ajar as mum carried bags after bags filled with groceries inside to the island. Today her hair was thrown in a ponytail with her bangs hiding within. She smiled as she saw me.

​"You probably don't care, but I'm going to Adileigh's," I said, faking a smile. Pretending that the world made sense just wasn't that easy. But she didn't notice I held secrets. I walked over giving her a kiss before leaving through the garage.

​"Your car or my car?"

​"Well I had to drive here. And I'd like a car to get to other places once I get home," she replied.

​"Gosh! You could have just said 'Mine'. No dramatics about that."

​"Where's the fun without dramatics?" Back to our childhood filled with sarcasm, jokes, and laughter. It all brought back happy memories.

​As the car started, unsurprisingly, an electronic synth began humming throughout the sound system. After a few seconds, a voice cut through the intro to begin the first verse. I sighed helplessly staring out the window. Not that Adileigh lived too far away; I just didn't want my mind to drift to the concert that I ditched. The people I acted rude towards. The boy that helped me. Their songs didn't help clear my head.

​The song ended just as we pulled into the driveway. I ripped off my seatbelt, wanting to greet my second mother. Maybe a change in surroundings would settle my raging mind.

​"Hey mom, we're home," greeted Adileigh.

​Mrs. DePice emerged from the kitchen. "Sephora, I'm glad you had a chance to come over." She smiled. "I'd give you a hug," she looked down at herself wearing an apron. Her hands were covered in flour as she was baking some sort of delicious desert.

​"No big deal," I said. A sigh escaped her lips.

​With a ding, Mrs. DePice left us in her wake, retrieving what had finished baking. I stood quietly in the kitchen, allowed the smell to flow to my senses. The scent of apple pie invaded my senses and the corners of my lips turned to a smile; it was always my favorite.