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I'll save you from yourself	By : PunkyEmoFreak Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 2243 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Tokio Hotel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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|| Tom’s POV ||

I left the room and ran straight outside. It was later, so the night was colder, but I didn’t care. Even though the wind that hit my skin the second I was out there stung the cuts on my face and neck pretty bad and did nothing to help the bleeding from the deeper cuts that he had left in my arm. If anything, I think it made it worse. My shirts were both soaked with the blood. If I were to be honest, this really fucking hurt. Every cut from the diva’s long claw-like nails throbbed against the freezing air of late in the November month. By now, I was sure that the blood that had been seeping through the cuts had now frozen everything shut. I probably looked a mess; I probably looked like I was mauled by a starving raccoon.

I looked around the grounds after running aimless for god knows how long and spotted what I was looking for only thirty or so feet away from me. On the entire grounds of this place, there were five willow trees. And they were all clumped together on the far side of the grounds that we were allowed to go on. Lacy had once told us that this place got its name from those trees, and there used to be a lot more, lining everywhere on the ground. But most of them had been cut down by now and only the five of them remained. Most of the kids stayed clear of the willow trees, claiming they freaked them out. But I liked them.

I don’t know how long I was out there, hidden under the long branches of the trees. It’d be impossible to see me at a normal glance. All I knew is that the sun had gone down a while ago; taking away the little heat that there was out here. It was fucking freezing cold out here now, even with my arms wrapped painfully around my legs that were pulled to my chest. I was shivering, so I knew I should go back inside. But for the life of me, I couldn’t will myself to move. I was like a frozen popsicle sitting on the cold ground out there. When did it get so cold? I needed to go inside… for quite a few reasons. One, I was sure I was going to freeze to death if I couldn’t get my body to move soon, two, the dried and caked on blood was starting to make me feel sick to my stomach. And three, there already wasn’t a chance I was going to get out of lockdown this time. Everyone must be back in the building before sunset. No acceptations. And the sun had set forever ago.

My head was getting dizzy and I was getting tired, and I still couldn’t move. My eyes felt heavy and I couldn’t see things straight anymore. I think I just needed some sleep… then I’d be okay. “Tom?” I could vaguely hear Lacy’s voice calling for me and I just ignored it. I was sleepy, she needed to go away. I was getting warmer too, so it didn’t matter anymore to me if I stayed out here or not. “Tom, are you out here?” I was, but I wasn’t going to answer her. Lacy’s voice was going away now anyways, so I didn’t care anymore.

It took me awhile to figure out why I was laying in his bed under covers all snug like I had been tucked in or something. I didn’t remember coming in here, hell, at first, I didn’t even know where I was. But the room slowly focused in and I could have screamed. If the white covers that laid over me weren’t enough indication, Ms. Layview’s voice was. I was in the infirmary. Last time I had been in here was because I had broken a few of my knuckles- which had healed up nicely thanks to her, but right now, I wasn’t happy. I didn’t have any reason to be in here.

“All in all, Tom seems like he’ll be okay.” I heard her saying to someone, “He was freezing when you got him in here, and that was a mix from loss of blood and being outside for so long. But his body temperature is up now and all his cuts are clean and wrapped up, so once he wakes up, I’ll check his vitals and I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Great, so someone fad found me and brought me in here.

“Good,” I heard another voice and closed my eyes tight in annoyance, it was Lacy. She must have found me after I fell asleep, “For the record, Beth, you’re sure there wouldn’t have been a way that he could have come back in the building on his own last night?” She asked.

“Yes,” I heard the doctor tell her, “From his loss of blood alone it was amazing he got where he was. Plus the icy air? It wouldn’t have been possible for Tom to have come back inside on his own.” She sounded so sure, well at least it made sense why I couldn’t move, “I’m curious, Lacy. Why did you want to be so sure?”

I heard Lacy sigh and I could imagine the way her arms would cross over his chest, “He was out after dark, and the rules say that I have to put him in lockdown for it. But, if he couldn’t move, then there isn’t a reason to put in him in lockdown.” I heard Ms. Layview mumbled something quietly and Lacy laugh, “You’re right, I don’t want to send him down there. I’m doing everything I can to keep him out. Tom has spent more time in enclosed room then anyone else that has come here. He’s not a bad kid, Beth. He’s just really confused. And things are getting harder for him with Bill around. He’s opening up, Beth. He’s changing for the better. For the first time since I met him over three years ago, I heard Tom speak. Sure, it wasn’t exactly nice or welcoming. But it proved he changed, and obviously for the better.”

“I’m glad someone here gave him a chance,” Ms. Layview said and I frowned, I had never known she was worried about me. Ms. Layview was really nice, even if I didn’t like her. She always made sure no matter what I happened to have wrong with me, it was wrapped up right. “Lacy, you’re doing a great job with him. No one has ever cared this much about him before.”

“I only hope its enough.” Lazy said before I heard her sigh again. I wrinkled my nose, enough? I really shouldn’t ever eavesdrop again.

“Holy shit, Tom!” Gustav and Georg’s words and reactions were the exact same when I went down to dinner that night. Ms. Layview finally let me out of the infirmary after cleaning out the long cuts on my face and neck again and rewrapping my arm. Some of those were the worst of all the cuts, they were really deep and kept bleeding whenever Ms. Layview cleaned them out. “What happened to you, Tom? It looks like you got into a fight with a cat,” It was Gustav who asked, Georg was staring at me with a dumbfounded look.

I just ignored the question and took the chair next to Georg, whose face lit up like it was Christmas morning and he was a three year old who just saw all his presents. I was starting to get used to it really, Georg liked me. Big whoop. He had never acted upon it, and if he does, I’ll just punch him in the face to get my point across that he better go back to just being my friend or I’ll kill him.

“They had mint,” Georg told me, sliding an ice cream cup in front of me and smiled a bit, “I figured you’d be in here soon enough, so I grabbed one for you.” He told me and I stared at him for a moment, stealing his spoon from his hand in my way own of saying thank you. Georg had laughed.

“Bill’s been looking for you all day, Tom.” Gustav said after a moment, giving me a look as though telling me that he knew it had been Bill who gave me the long and deep cuts. “He told us this morning that you never came back to your room last night and that before lights out you weren’t anywhere to be found. How did you manage to get out of lockdown again?” I ignored him, I had zoned out of whatever he was saying the second he said Bill’s name. I didn’t want to hear his name for as long as I lived. Gustav sighed and shook his head, mumbling something under his breath that I couldn’t hear.

Haiku is a poetic form and a type of poetry from the Japanese culture. Haiku combines form, content, and language in a meaningful, yet compact form. Haiku’s are written simply about everyday things. Many themes include nature, feelings, or experiences. Usually they use simple words and grammar.

I hate English more then anything else in the world, I’ve decided it. Right now, I hate it more then I do the two other people in this fucking room with me. I am not a poet, I don’t write because I’m no good at it at all. But I was already near having to go back to the class every Wednesday and Friday for two hours, so if I don’t get at least a decent grade on this, I’m fucked. But this whole Haiku shit makes little sense to me.

The most common form for Haiku is three short lines written in a five, seven, five format. To be more specific, the first line contains five syllables, the second line seven syllables, and the third line contains five syllables. There is also the three nine three format, but for now we are only going to be working with five, seven, five.

Haiku doesn't rhyme. A Haiku must "paint" a mental image in the reader's mind. This is the challenge of Haiku - to put the poem's meaning and imagery in the reader's mind in only seventeen syllables over just three lines of poetry.

You’re assignment is to write five Haiku poems in the five, seven, five format. They can be about absolutely anything that you want, but must paint that mental image. Read through the examples if you need your own mental imagery.

I sighed, blocking out the chatter between the two people I hated more then anyone else, not anything since I hate these Haiku’s more right now. I closed my eyes and took in a small breath before my eyes went down to the paper to read the two examples that it held.

The Rose
Donna Brock

The red blossom bends
And drips its dew to the ground.
Like a tear it falls

This is probably the most faggoty form of poetry there is to write. I hate it. End of story.

A Rainbow
Donna Brock

Curving up, then down.
Meeting blue sky and green earth
Melding sun and rain.

Simple… everyday things. What the fuck do you write about when you know perfectly damn well that you can’t write? I sighed, shaking my head and grabbing a sheet of paper, wincing when I heard Alexia laughing at something Bill said to her. I really didn’t care what was said, I just wanted them to be quiet, this was hard enough without them being fucking loud.

The cat and the dog
Were fighting a lot today
Bad cat, Naughty dog

Could that even be considered poetry? Ah fuck it, it had the right number of syllables, it would work for me. Cats and dogs were simple everyday things, right? Now… I was out of ideas. Not that I was full of them to begin with.

I looked around the room, trying to rind anything that would give me an idea for another stupid poem. When my eyes caught on the window, I saw the water sliding down the glass and figured that that would work.

Rain genty galling
Upon the hungry dry earth
Lets it live today

My words really have something to be desired as ‘poetry’, I honestly hate it. Have I mentioned that yet? Ugh, I’m going to fail this assignment just because my poems suck so damn bad.

I’m stuck in this hell
I’ll never get out of here
This hell is my home

Three down and two to go. Maybe Haiku’s aren’t so bad… I mean. I know I’ve written worse things before. At least these are short and don’t have to rhyme. All I really have to do is count to seventeen in an odd fashion. As long as I count it right, it can’t be too wrong, right?

Bill laughed at something that was said and the sound hit me out of the trance I had put myself in. I blinked a few times, shaking my head to get back into the train of mind I had been in before Bill’s sweet sounding laugh had distracted me.

I will not look up
I do not want to face it
I’m crazy confused

…I only wrote that because the syllables fit. Those words had absolutely nothing to do with the boy sitting across the table from me huddled together with that fucking bitch of a girl. It had nothing to do with the diva boy at all. I just didn’t want to be distracted…

I did not kiss him
He’s driving me crazy
I really hate him

No matter how hard I try, I’m not going to be able to tell myself that this was about anyone or anything but him. Oh fucking hell! Bill Trumper really needed to get out of my head. He needed to go away. For fucking good.

Despite me telling myself I wasn’t allowed to look up and telling myself I didn’t want to look up, I did. I wish that I didn’t. Bill was looking at me, and when our eyes met- a smile spread wide over his lips. He tilted his head to the side as he looked at me and I couldn’t break my eyes away. Slowly, one of his hands moved up and touched his cheek, the same side that he had left the long gashes on my own. ‘I’m really sorry about that, Tomi.’ He mouthed to me before both of our heads turned away from each other and Bill went back to talking to Alexia.
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