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

Chapter 22

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.

The rest of our holiday recess came and went with minimal excitement. Every single one of my days and nights were spent with a myriad of different people, rarely ever finding myself with the same group more than once. Of course, there were my select few that I saw every single chance I got, when they weren't at work, but other than them, I can't honestly recall having seen the same face more than once in the week we had off from school. This time last year, I had resigned to hiding in my bedroom, drawing for a week straight and hardly even talking to Ellie, let alone anybody else. Now, I found myself at the mall, at the movies, at a couple of different New Year's Eve parties, and while part of me wanted to resort back to that quiet shell of my former self, the new me absolutely adored the unending stream of affection. The phone that, two months ago, almost never rang, got silenced before bed every night so it didn't wake me up with another invitation in the middle of the night. I don't think there was a morning where I woke up with less than five text messages.

There was one day that absolutely scared the daylights out of me. One time, the kids from my art class just showed up at my house to collect me, which was absolutely frightening in itself. Thankfully enough for my reputation, the view of me people had, and my overall wellness, Roger had been at work at the time, or that could have erupted into one big shit-storm. I got it under control, insisting that people call me to hang out instead of just stopping by, or at least asking before they just show up, but I used Mum as an excuse instead of telling the truth. I told everyone that she's really sick and I didn't want the doorbell or our voices to wake her. I had far too much at stake to let everyone know about how my home life really is. Girls like me do not come out of homes with seriously ill mothers and abusive, alcoholic fathers. I didn't want to see what people would do with me if they found out that not a bit of the picture-perfect life I painted for myself was true. Thankfully enough for me, nobody thought anything much of the request to stay, and I'm not quite sure if it was because they genuinely didn't care how they got to me, as long as they did, or if it was just them saying they understood as to not anger me, and, indirectly, Joey.

Speaking of him, he and I took a big step in our relationship before school fell back into session after we rang in the new year. Unlike most kids our age, it was nothing physical, if that's the first place your mind went. No, instead, it was something bigger – to me, at least. One night during the break, he and I sat at a table in the Bistro – the same one I always sat at with Bill in my dreams, out of habit – and filled out all our applications to the same colleges. We didn't have a preference, since Art and Business/Psychology could basically be taken anywhere, but we decided to apply to the same schools, then, once our acceptance/rejection letters came back, we would compare them side-by-side and make the decision together on where we would end up next year. Some of those schools were local, and some involved a change in scenery, but neither of us cared. I saw him enough that I don't think living with him would be a problem. Should we go to college away from home, we would band together and get an apartment.

When I told Ellie about this plan we'd developed, she got very upset with me over the phone. I guess I forgot she and I had planned on doing the same thing, since seventh grade, so she tells me. I don't quite recall ever making these plans with her, but if she says I did, then I must have. When I told her what schools we had applied to, so maybe she could apply there, too, she just grumbled, instead of taking it to heart. While I never actually asked her to apply to them, I assumed she would have inferred it was what I was talking about, and the fact that she didn't want to go to school with me anymore just because I slipped up on one thing hurt, but I didn't linger on the phone call, going out for dinner with a bunch of my new friends instead. It wasn't worth the energy to be upset over it.