I'll Sing You One Last Song and then I'm Gone (Tokio Hotel Fan-Fic)

Chapter 15

This story is written by @xAnDeinerSeitex She wrote this story on a website called TokioHotelFiction.com. I was able to locate her and found out she had a wattpad account. She has given me permission to post it on here. @xAnDienerSeitex aslo has a new updated version of the story, as seeing this one is a few years old. If you like to read that one click the external link on the side. And I would like to say I have no rights to this story and I am NOT the writer. I would also like to thank @xAnDeinerSeitex for writing this great story and letting me post it on my account.

My locker slammed shut before I was finished with a quick touch-up of the organization of it all, fixing the small mess I'd made when I yanked my sketchbook out, unintentionally causing a little avalanche of other crap from within it. Ellie moved immediately into my line of vision, leaning against the locker with her arms across her t-shirt, preventing me from opening it so I could focus entirely on her. "Is there any truth to the rumor that you slept over at Joey's house Saturday night?" she inquired with the most serious of tones, her eyes intense, burning holes into my skull.

"Thanks for closing my locker for me, Elle," I snipped at her as I rolled my eyes, jolting her out of the way so I could finish gathering my things for my next class, which was, unfortunately, art. It would be the first time I have to be these people since my little freak-out in class on Friday, which is why I had my panties in such a bunch with Ellie, even though she was just being conversational. "I appreciate the assistance, but I wasn't quite finished yet. I'll let you know when I am, though, so you can do your big-girl job again, instead of just talking to me."

In tune with my snappy outlook, she snorted back, "Do not take up a 'tude with me, ma'am. Who shit in your cereal this morning?" I shoved her down into silence with one mere glance in her direction, which worked, until she heaved a sigh, drastically slumping her body against the locker beside mine. "As your resident best friend, will you please enlighten me as to what has offset your mood?"

I ignored her sarcasm, but only because I was desperate for some method of venting my feelings, in a last-ditch effort to get rid of the black cloud looming inside of my head and heart that day. "Oh, it's not really a big deal," I began calmly, being the smart-ass I'm often quite good at being. "I'm just going to art, facing everyone in my class by myself, just hoping that conveniently, nobody remembers the fact that I flipped the hell out on Friday."

Her face fell instantly. "Oh," she said pointedly, her face still barren. "In that case, my snippiness understanding levels have risen considerably."

"Yeah," I replied in a dry tone, moving back and motioning to my locker again, allowing her to close it, referring back to my initial bout of sarcasm. With a grin across her lips, humoring me, Ellie kicked my locker shut, then jumped into the heavy flow of students streaming through the halls in pace beside me. "Needless to say, I'm a little more than frightened. They all think I'm a freak already, so what do I do to prove them wrong? Have a small-scale mental breakdown in front of everyone and run out of the room, not to be heard from again."

"Where the hell did you even go?" she inquired. "I went to your house after school, but my mom said you weren't there."

I almost blurted out in the plain, open air that I'd gone to the Meadow and stayed there to appreciate the fact that I was alone (in the physical world, of course, not so much in my mind), but I stopped myself before my vocal cords could betray me. The point of going to the Meadow all the time is being by myself, and if Ellie knew that was where I went, she would either be bored to tears with the idea and ridicule me for it for a while, or she'd fall in love with the concept of being so utterly alone and convince me that we need to go there just her and I and be alone together. While I do appreciate quality time with my best friend, I'd prefer that it not take place in the spot I go to be completely alone, meaning without absolutely anyone else (who is present with me in the real world outside of my dreams, because if we're extending my boundaries, there is one person I don't mind sharing my solitude with). "I grabbed my laptop before Mum got back from her appointment and I went down to Starbucks for the day," I lied, fiddling with the strap of my bag to try to conceal any physical signs of my mistruth. "I think it pissed the workers off that I ordered one drink, yet stayed for about six hours."