Stairs

Arielle

I sat in the waiting room and cried. What have I done. I called Till, Richard, Oliver, Schneider, and Flake. I told them to come as soon as possible. I can't believe I did that.

They all walked in the room and I saw they were worried. I told them what had transpired in our house. I felt so bad. I saw they all were sad.

The doctor said that we could see him. He wasn't able to breathe on his own. The knife hit his left side of his lungs. I sat and cried. They were not really sure if he would make it. He had lost a lot of blood and had to be given blood. They lost him twice.

I grabbed his hand. "Paul, I am so sorry. I hate my self for this. I will never forgive myself for hurting you."

I was sitting in our room and I looked at his phone. I saw the first selfie. Heard the song Benzin at work and don't know how I know all the words. The next one was watched the video to Benzin and some stuff on Rammstein. The one guitar player looks like me.
The next one I took off my bracelet and realized the name in it said Arielle and Paul. The next one I looked through all my phone pictures and my memory came back my name is Paul Landers.

Next one I am the Hobbit that hides under Richard's hospital bed. I read a bit more about how Richard almost died infront of him and how he teased him. Of how he helped him.

The next on how Till decked him while drunk. He told the hole story there. The next one was about how he was sitting in a park by a pond. Also how he helped Flake while he was there.

The next on was about how he found Schneider in a coffee shop. Also how he got covered in coffee and how he helped Schneider. The next one was about Oliver and how he found him wind surfing. He told how he raced him and won and how he helped Oliver.

The next one is about Emil and Lilli and how they found him playing guitar. How he helped them and sent them to his parents house. The last one was about the dinner and surprise he had for me. I cried. I dropped the phone.
I was overcome with guilt. I knew I had to tell the kids. I picked up the phone and called them. Emil was the one who answered me. I was using Paul's phone.

"Dad, how did dinner go?"

"Emil, I need you and your sister."

"Ok."

I had no idea how I was going to tell them when they got here. I know they were going to hate me. I don't blame them if they did.