Reconnected (Tokio Hotel FanFic)

Ch 8- Strange

(Original)

I'm not what you want me to be/ Sorry/ Under the radar/ Out of the system/ Caught in the spotlight/ That's my existence/ You want me to change but all I feel is/ Strange/ Strange/ In your perfect world- Tokio Hotel- Strange

Ch 8

June 23, 2010

​Pattering of the rain awoke me mid-night. If sleep did invade, it only held lightly. A blur of light flashed against the gloom of the night, brightening the room. It was soon, followed by the low growl of a lion protecting it's kin.

​Sitting, listening, I allowed myself parish with the sound. Flowing water cleansed my soul sounding as a gentle waterfall cascading the rocks in a shallow river. Hushed was my breathing. Inhale. Exhale. And again, repeating. Fluttering close, the camera flash outside my window, could still be seen as if my eyelids were thin as paper. Though, that didn't stop weariness from closing around me in a blanket. Kindly, I drifted into another sleep. Pleasant dreams, wait, no, it would be horrid memories plaguing this sleep.

​Staring blankly in this drunken state, I could feel my lashing emotions. Love. Lust. Fear. Joy. Even though I was attached in the literal sense, I felt unconnected. Watching, waiting, wanting to stop the my unforgettable mistake. But I was helpless without a functioning brain.

​No doubt this was a party. My party. A party with alcohol and blaring music from some album I probably couldn't name. People flooded the living room. Students, classmates, and friends knocked furniture off shelving, just to grind their bodies against one other to find pleasure. On any night I had I clear mind, I would've been disgusted, but tonight, I joined them.

​I know I should've stayed sober. I wish I still held to control. But I needed to let loose; consequently, it had gone too far. I thought he'd solve my problems as I let him seduce me, take advantage of my intoxicated state.

​I was more than wrong. Tonight began a labyrinth of shattered glass, spiraling into intricate cuts, scrapes, and cracks. Like touching one piece could implode the entire slate of glass; I felt as if I was walking along this slippery surface with no power of the events about to occur.

​Again the memory clearer than I would ever have liked to remember, the lighting became dim. My room still painted the innocent pale purple. Drapes of black in color, were pulled close, hiding the moonlight, which on any other night would've shone through. Locked and sealed, the door gave us privacy.

​His lips pushed ruff to mine. My top, which usually hung loose to my body, hiding the features underneath, had been scattered somewhere on the bed. It lay along with his plain black shirt; he had thrown it off long before the kiss turned from mellow to hungry. My breast, bare without a bra, rubbed against his toned chest. My hands trailed along his back carving patterns in his skin. His hands sifted through my hair, begging me to come closer. Quickly, I gave in. I gasped for a breath. But soon enough, I was dragged back into the kiss.

I was in control as he lay underneath, my body shaking with excitement. His lips still kept in motion with mine as he flipped us over. Lying on the bed with Luke in command, above me, his body felt light as a feather as his weight became perfectly portioned around my body.

He pulled away for only a moment. Hot and heated, I grabbed the back of his neck, trying to lean into the kiss once more. "You don't want me?" I asked terrified. He was the only guy I trusted. Enough to show him everything, and he wouldn't do it. Though, not did another thought flash through his eyes before he granted my requested.

A ring allowed me to escape from my nightmares. Tears burned my eyes, once again because of him. I wiped sleep and tears from my face.

Dismissing the hour, I reached for the buzzing electronic. I swallowed a breath, calming my heart which had burst into flames.

Without looking at the I.D., I answered shakily. Guiding more air into my lungs, I spoke in a shallow voice, "Hello?"

"Hallo."

"Um, I'm sorry, but think you've got-"

"Sephora, its Bill."

"Ohhh," I said, while I yawned, which was most likely to be heard over the phone, even though I covered my opening mouth with my hand. I snapped from my sleepiness. "I didn't actually think I'd receive a response." This was the truth. Who would want to answer some random question, from some random fan that you don't even know? But it gave warmth to my heart that with loyal fans come loyal bands.

"Look, I-I'm not s-sure w-why you a-asked that q-question," Bill stumbled over words, foreign to his tongue, "but Tom and I h-have discussed this."

There was a slight pause. Closing my eyes I waited to hear his voice float through the phone. A muffled breath filled the line with static.

"Hon-nestly, if we w-were to h-have a half-sibling, I'm not sure w-what would h-happen. Of course w-we know Jörg h-has r-remarried. It's p-possible t-that we c-could have other s-siblings. But Tom and I, we don't w-want people saying they are o-our half-sibling or step-sibling just to get our attention."

"I'm not trying for fame or anything Bill. I swear. It just happened to be that I recently found some information that could possibly be, um, important for all of us."

I inhaled a breath, still trying to grasp the fact that this could be life changing. With no response, I continued, "I will tell you though that it is likely that we could be related. Recently I found out that my father's name was Jörg Kaulitz."

"That was not my f-father's name. His last name is Wieger."

I stared frozen at the wall. My heart, I think, stopped beating for a moment. Breathing ceased. Water filled my eyes creating blurry vision.

A wavering breath entered my mouth after a second of noiselessness. "Bill, you have no reason to believe me on this. But please just consider this. You are twenty-two. I am twenty. I'm not exactly sure why your parents divorced, but I can tell you he cheated during your parent's marriage. It's the only explanation if it is true. I'm not trying to use you or anything. I'm just trying to figure out this-"

"Other half?" he added for me.

"Ya, I guess you could put it that way." A small smile slipped on to my face. I know he couldn't see it, but just with those two words, brightened my tried mood a little.

"H-how 'bout this, we can k-keep in t-touch and see how things work out?"

"Ok." Silence on the other end concerned me as if he had already disconnected. "Oh, and Bill?"

"Ya," he replied.

"Thanks."

We traded numbers before we exchanged farewells.

I fell, again, back onto my bed falling asleep. Although the dream of before, still lingered behind the words of the conversation, peace invaded the room with the upcoming sun.

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I love when chapters write themselves. It feel as if the words are already chosen, they just need to be let out onto paper. :)

Definitely more in depth than I expected. And because of this, this story is going from G-rating to PG 13-rating. There might be some more short scenes like these in the future, just a warning. And with the rating change, it still allows it to be in the Watty Awards. :D

So there is one word in German in this chapter. I hope you could figure it out... Hallo is the informal way to say Hello.

Well I enjoyed writing this chapter. And it is now time for bed. 'Nite.

Until next time

-Midnightriter