(Original)
Schrei Bist du du selbst bist/ Schrei Und wenn es das letzte ist/ Schrei Auch wenn es weh tut/ Schrei so laut du kannst!/ Schrei Bist du du selbst bist/ Schrei Und wenn es das letzte ist/ Schrei Auch wenn es weh tut/ Schrei so laut du kannst
(English)
Scream 'till you feel it/ Scream 'till you believe it/ Scream and when it hurts you/ Scream it out loud/ Scream 'till you feel it/ Scream 'till you believe it/ Scream and when it hurts you/ Scream it out loud- Tokio Hotel- Schrei
Ch 10
June 30, 2010
I turned over. My pillow, stained with tears, grew cold after a many had fallen. Makeup smeared itself onto my pillow with the steady flow of tears drowning my face. Colors spiraled together as my vision circled with my spinning head.
"Sephora. Please, just open your door." The voice of Bill did not come as a surprise; however, I refused to answer his calling.
My sadness couldn't be seen from the outside as the sun still shone as if nothing in the world had gone wrong. But beneath my wavering smile held a shattering heart; it had already been broken before. Time took a while to mend the pieces which had fallen. Though with this break, the hurt pronounced itself with the constant intake of air, unlike any pain I had experienced in my life.
At least you tried, I kept repeating. Yet, another voice interrupted, but trying isn't good enough. You never found out the truth.
The picture, once in my hand, floated to the floor. Glossy film turned over revealing the white backing. In black ink, printed toward the center, a date reading June 13, 1992, the day after my second birthday. The last snapshot of my life before he disappeared from my newly begun life; a man I didn't know. And my trust placed on other's shoulders to satisfy my hunger of truth.
Problems all began with one look at a picture, this picture. Just one look and problems evolved from thin air. Like a choker too tight and only tightening with time. Maybe it was the wrong choice. Now, only if I could erase time. Hide. Forget. But what conclusion would I come to then?
Bursting anger boiled my blood. Tears dried upon my face. I grabbed the picture. Crumpling the edges, my fingers curled around the polished surface. In both my hand, I tore the picture. Slowly, my mum and I separated from my dad, just as Bill and Tom would after leaving the unsatisfying truth behind.
"He didn't mean what he said," Bill's voice broke through the door again.
I caved, "I know what a lie sounds like. And to tell you, he wasn't lying. At all."
"Let me explain."
But there was no reason to respond. Tom's voice earlier explained his intentions enough. I didn't need, nor want to hear an explanation. Not at the moment.
Darkness invaded the corners of my room, clinging to the ceiling as only a small lamp by my bed still stayed alight. My eyes opened to low voices echoing beyond the other side of my closed door.
"She just needs time." Without a doubt, I knew my mum had just spoken.
"I'm s-sorry for all of this," of course Bill still held his ground, determined not to leave.
"It's not your fault."
"But at least I n-need to s-set things s-straight with Sephora."
"How 'bout I give you a call when she wakes?"
"No. I want to say a few things to her, now."
"She's asleep though."
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