Hurt- A Rammstein Story

The Space Between The Lines

The rain battered against her window with extreme force, quick bursts of light shooting across the sky and illuminating the city below it. Berlin was being blanketed in black storm clouds that wouldn't let up. The incessant barrage of rain forced all the occupants of the city indoors that night. Kat couldn't believe such a small storm would cancel her plans to go out to a bar with the boys.

She grumbled to herself as she slipped off her jacket and flung it on the bed. It had been a week since her arrival and she hadn't been able to party as much as she was accustomed to when she was in America. She missed Berlin's eccentric gritty nightlife. 

She had an ulterior motive for wanting to go out. Drinking and partying was her coping mechanism. She needed to distract herself from the feelings welling up in her again. The guilt boiled within her, making her feel sick to her stomach whenever she thought of it. 

She had to focus on something else.

She put her hands against the dresser, staring down at her phone as it played her music softly. Her fingers tapped against the light colored wood as she started to drift off.

With an almost blinding flash of lightning, the room went dark. She looked up immediately, staring into the darkness. The rain seemed to get louder as it pounded against the windows in her room. With a sigh she picked up her phone to illuminate the room, still allowing her music to keep her company. 

She padded around slowly, careful not to step on something or trip like a cliche damsel in distress. As she made her way down the hallway, she poked her head around corners to see if the boys had any source of light she could use. From what she could see, all the rooms were completely dark... Except for one.

A dim orange light seeped out from the cracks in the room she remembered to be Till's door. 

She made her way over, turning the knob slowly and peeking her head into the room so she could make an escape if she caught him at a bad time. 

Till sat on his bed, candles set on his nightstand that danced across his face. In his hands was a leather bound crimson book, his eyes were darting back and forth across the page as his expression contorted in thought. 

She knocked lightly on the door, "Till?" 

His eyes shot up to her and a smile spread across his face, "Kätzchen! Come in."

She smiled slightly, pushing open the door and immediately closing it behind her. She hadn't seen his room since the night that she accidentally bumped into him. She hadn't noticed the intricacies of his living space. His bookcase may have been packed with books but the other walls were decorated with twisted paintings, dark and demented, certainly reflecting the intricacies of the man who owned them. His bed was large, covered with charcoal black silken sheets that made Kat melt when she sat on them.

He noticed her admiration of his room and turned his eyes back to his book, "Did you expect this of my room?"

"I expected skulls, something akin to a Halloween store," She grinned.

He let out a soft chuckle, turning a page, "Unfortunately not. I know how disappointing it must be."

She let her fingers run over the sheets, her eyes landing on his book, "What are you reading?"

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes being the only visible piece of his face that she could see. 

"Can't you read the title?" He asked playfully.

She rolled her eyes, pushing the book so it knocked into his face, "It's dark, jackass."

"Ah," He put the book down and stretched over to retrieve the candle beside his bed, holding it close to the cover so she could see. She titled her head to the side to make out the gold painted lettering that shimmered in the dark.