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I'll save you from yourself	By : PunkyEmoFreak Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 2244 -:- 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 only had to think about it for a short while before I decided where I wanted to go. I wanted to go home. I didn’t know who lived there anymore, if anyone lived there at all. But I had to go back there. Eight years later and I had to go back. Eight years later and I still thought of that place as my home. The place where so much shit had happened to me. The place where my life started and ended. Where my mom died. My dad died. Maybe I was supposed to die there too? Would anyone even want to live there after all the shit that happened there? Of course, no one would really know what happened there, would they? I was the only person in the world who knew.

Okay, strike that. One other person knew. But I was still refusing to think about Him. I wouldn’t even think His name anymore. Or picture his face. Or anything of the sort. Since He was the worst of them all. But either way, Him knowing or not, I had to go back to that house. Just to look at it one more time.

I guess there was more then one good thing about being so silent no one notices you. Because when I say no one, I really mean no one. I found the train station easily enough, and my luck, there was a train leaving to Stralsund ten minutes after I got there. All I had to do was slip onto the luggage cart, easy as all hell. It was warmer in the train then it was outside anyways. I couldn’t see my breath in the cold air at least, surrounded by all the luggage. There was going to be one stop in Satow for about five minutes to pick up a few more people I’m guessing, and then straight to Stralsund. Straight home. It was going to be a five hour train ride altogether. I was okay with that; it let me get a lot of thinking done.

Not that I couldn’t do that anywhere else. In fact, my mind was basically stuck on one thought the entire train ride. What was I really going to? And was it even a good idea to go there? Willow Springs didn’t have my old address, all they had was Alice’s old address. I couldn’t remember where that was; I didn’t care where that was. The only place I could think of to go. The first and only place I could call home, even if it was my own personal childhood hell.

The train ride didn’t last near as long as I had hoped it would have. I knew I had to get off of it before anyone saw me. I got strange looks from people as I walked passed them at the station, my guitar slung over my shoulder.

It almost surprised me as I walked away from the train station. I was so young when I left here; I hadn’t been out of Willow Springs in five or so years. But I still remembered this place. I still knew where I was going. It was like I had never left. As though I had gone on a vacation to some long lost relative and coming home. I amused myself with that idea for a while. Walking inside the house to see my mom and dad. I don’t have a clear picture of what mom looked like anymore, but I remember she had blonde hair like mine. I remember it used to tickle my face when she tucked me in at night. I remember she always smiled at me, called me her precious angel. No one had called me that since she died.

Mostly, I remember her hugs and the way she smelled when she hugged me. Always like baking. Cookies, cakes, brownies. It was as if my mom had a bottle of perfume in each special flavour that I liked the most. I’m pretty sure I had loved her too. But I don’t really know what love is really like, so I can’t be sure.

As I was walking past the park by my house, I tried to picture my dad. My dad before he started drinking and hurting me. He was always clean-shaven back then. His hair was darker, once he started drinking it had started to turn a salt and pepper colour. He always smelled of cigarettes and aftershave. But that was all I could remember of him before mom died. Before he started changing. Everything else about him was something I didn’t want to think of.

Ravensberger. The sign looked dirty and older now, but still the same if that was possible. The houses all looked the same though; there was a group of kids playing on the lawn across the street from me. Screaming over and over again, ‘Red Rover, Red Rover!’ I remembered when I used to do that with the kids here. If I looked close enough, I could almost recognize some of the older ones. Some of them were looking at me, but I doubt they could actually recognize me. I don’t look like I did when I lived here. I’m not a little kid anymore.

I was at the house almost too soon. Out of every house on the block, this one looked the oldest. The grass was unkempt and uncut. Weeds had taken over the garden and the cracks between the sidewalk. No one lived here anymore, that much was obvious. I staggered up the walkway, tripping over the bumps and cracks that I used to know perfectly. I pulled my guitar off my back and set it down on the porch before sitting down myself, putting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. Now that I was here… I didn’t know what to do.

“Are you waiting for someone or something? ‘Cause no ones lived here in like… seven years or something.” I looked up at the voice. The boy was naturally blonde and had to be around my age. I recognized his face the second I saw him. His name was Jerry; he was my best friend before I had stopped talking. Before I left this place, “Hey… You look really familiar…” Jerry said, taking a few steps closer to me and tilting his head to the side as if to get a better look at me. His eyes grew wide soon after though and his hand flew over his mouth, he knew who I was. “Tom…” he said, a breathy laugh coming from him. “Oh my god, Tom… what are you doing here?”

I didn’t say anything to him, just stared, blinking a few times before looking don at my feet again. Jerry just smiled as if my silence told him everything he needed to know. He walked over to the porch and sat down next to me, a smile on his face as he waved someone over to us. “Jerry, who is this?” A girl asked. I looked up and nearly choked. Heather. Jerry, Heather, and I were inseparable in school.

Jerry grinned, “You know him.” Was all he said. Heather looked at him like he was crazy; they were driving me nuts already. I wanted to punch the both of them just for being around me. I did not come back here to see them. At least, I’m pretty sure I didn’t.

“Oh my god, Tom!” She squealed loudly and I winced from the sound. Fuck, she was loud. She did always get in trouble years ago for being so loud. Heather ran over to me without warning and threw both of her arms around me. “Tom, I can’t believe your back! Oh my god, we were all so sure you had died!” She cried loudly, clinging to me so tightly I was near choking. She sat herself in my lap and I glared at her, she seemed not to care. My hands were in fists holding tightly onto my pants. Jerry noticed it and bit at his lip. Was this how normal teenagers were? Sitting on the laps of near strangers and talking away and asking too many questions for me to catch a single one of them.

“Heather… I think its time to get off of Tom now.” Jerry said, wrapping his arms around Heathers waist and pulling her to him instead. The way I relaxed was noticeable. “So… you still don’t talk?” Jerry asked, resting his chin on heathers shoulder as he looked at me. My silence gave him the answer.

“No. He doesn’t talk. Now get away from him.” My head snapped up, and my eyes widened before I glared. What the fuck was he doing here?! And how did he of ALL people find me! I know Bill didn’t live far from Willow Springs, so what the hell he was doing all the way in Stralsund made no fucking sense to me.

“Oh, we weren’t bothering him,” Heather said, smiling at Bill. “We’ve known Tom forever. He was our best mate in school.” She said, pushing my shoulder playfully. “I’m Heather, and this is Jerry. Who are you?”

Bill put a hand on his hip as two girls came behind him. They were scary, identical glares on Heather and Jerry. “I’m Bill,” He said, “Tom’s boyfriend. And these are my best mates, Sonnie Rae, and Abigail Marie,” He said, pointing to each one respectively. “And if you don’t get away from Tom right now, I’ll sick them on you.”

The one called Sonnie changed her glare to Bill a fraction of a second before the Abbie shaped one did. “Bill, we’re not dogs. Don’t talk about us like we are.” She hissed, but Bill raised his brow at her and she groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Now like I was saying, beat it.” Bill sounded so… possessive. As if I really was his boyfriend. I’m nothing to Bill and Bill is nothing to me. But I couldn’t very well deny it without saying something, and that was not about to happen. My silence is coming with me forever from now on. Talking just gets me hurt.

“Oooh, Jerry looks like the boyfriends got in a fight.” Heather said, grinning at Bill then at me. “Well, Tom. It was really good to see you again. We’re having a party at my house this weekend. Same place as before. You should come. And bring your boyfriend and his pets.”

Sonnie and Abbie hissed at her, which didn’t help much, but it made Bill laugh some. The two walked away from us, Bill walked over to me, the girls close behind him. “Tomi… we need to talk. And you will talk to me.” I was trying to ignore him, my entire body tense. “The way I see it, you’ve got two choices. You come willingly with us so we can talk… or Sonnie and Abbie drag you to their car without a second thought.”

“Oh! This just turned into a kidnap mission!” Sonnie squealed, clapping her hands together. They wouldn’t dare! I swear to god, I’d kill both of them- girls or not.

“Yay! This is turning out so much better then planned, and easier. Told you we would find him Billa. Do we get to kidnap him?” Abbie asked, biting at one of her lip rings as she wrung her hands together excitedly.

“Tomi, I don’t want to make them do this. Trust me… they will.” Bill said, taking my hand in his own. I absolutely hated that it felt good to have Bill holding my hand. “Will you please just come and talk to me? If after we talk you want to come back right to this very spot… we’ll bring you back. I just… I just… please Tomi…”

He sounded so hopeful, so sad, and so perfect all at once. God, I hated Bill Trumper. I sighed and nodded, grabbing my Guitar as Bill and I stood up. He kept a tight hold of my hand as we walked to the girls’ car. This was going to suck. But I suppose it’s better then being forced by the scary fucking twins.
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