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The Nightmare Division	By : RoterSand44 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 945 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know Rammstein or make money from this, it's a work of fiction, yadda yadda yadda, crap you already know.

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The singer stood still staring into the dark abyss of the hole that his daugther's casket would soon be lowered down into. His grip tightened around the handle of the umbrella, signaling the emotional upheaval in his mind. Richard stood next to him as he had done for years, the two had been best friends for far too long it seemed and even though they had their differences both of them shared an intense love of family. As far as Richard was concerned Till was his brother and he felt his pain as if it were his very own. Losing Nele was like losing his own flesh and blood, and when he had gotten the news it was all he could do to keep from breaking down in front of everybody. Richard knew that he had to stay strong for Till.
"Are you sure it was a good idea to skip the service? You should be there. Everyone will wonder why you didn't show up." said Richard quietly.
"No. No, I c-could do it...to see her, my baby girl laying in that b-box." Till's voice quivered. "I-I couldn't see it. She doesn't belong there, Reesh. I-I-I d-d-on't u-u-nder..oh God!"
Choking sobs tore from Till's throat as he allowed the umbrella to fall to the ground. He sank into into the damp grass beating his fists into the Earth and burying his head in the soil. He let loose all the pent up anguish and hurt that had been allowed to fester deep within his heart. Richard kneeled down beside him rubbing his back and murmuring comforting words.The sobs grew louder and louder as the depth of the situation planted itself firmly in Till's mind. In his anguish, Till's head shot up from the ground. His perfectly combed hair lay in messy strands and were caked in mud at the roots. Eyes bloodshot and puffed from the crying still as fat tears rolled down his cheeks.
"WHY?!?! WHY WOULD ANYONE KILL HER??!?! SHE NEVER HURT ANYONE, RICHARD!! NO ONE!! AND THEY SHOT HER! THEY SHOT HER AT POINT BLANK FOR NO GODDAMN REASON!!" he screamed.
Richard struggled to respond through his own straggled sobs. "I don't know! I don't know!"
Till was ripping grass from the ground with his massive hands, his tears falling on his knuckles. "S-she was EVERYTHING to me...she was my little girl. I loved - no I love her still so very very much. She was my best friend, my dearest in life, my firstborn child. And now she's gone...now she's gone and I don't know why..."
Motors could be heard coming closer to the funeral plot where the two men had just grieved . The hearse was the first car to pull up followed by a procession of about 6 cars. The driver of the hearse parked and got out the car with another associate, they went to the back and opened the doors. Richard got to his feet and pulled Till to his feet, helping him into a lone folding chair near the gravesite. He then walked over the cars, glancing back once to look at Till, who had his head in his hands. Richard was greeted at the hearse by the driver and Ollie. Ollie, Richard, Paul, and Schneider has agreed to be pallbearers.
"How's Till holding up? We noticed that he wasn't at the service. What was he thinking? He knows how people like to talk. Disgusting things they were saying about his absence." said Ollie.
Richard sighed. "People will be people, and he's fine now. He said he couldn't stand to see Nele lying in that box. I don't blame him because I can't either. It was...strange to see him break down like that Ollie. It was like his whole world had been torn apart."
Ollie rested a slender hand on Richard's shoulder. "It has."
When everyone else had gathered around the site, the burying of the body commenced. The priest said a few closing words over Nele and lowered her into the ground. Till opened up his coat and pulled out a small bouquet of white lilies, dropping them as gently as possible on top of her as she went down. The attendees then gave Till their condolences as they left. The rest of the band wanted to stay but Till declined, wanting to spend some time with her alone. They each nodded and went on their way, Schneider still wiping tears from his eyes. Soon, he was standing alone in the drizzling rain, or so he thought. Till looked around and saw a short, stout man in a gray peacoat standing next to an oak tree. He removed his hat and brushed back his short salt and pepper hair and gave a smile and nod to Till. Till returned the nod and again started his quiet reverence. He soon hear footsteps squelch towards him, he turned to look as the little man stopped next to him.
"Your daughter?" he asked.
"Yeah..."
"Hmm....Nele was a darling young woman, it was a...terrible tragedy to lose her."
Till turned to look at the man. "You knew her?"
"Yes, she and I were colleges."
"At the office? I don't recall her ever mentioning working with an older gentleman."
The man gave a small chuckle. "Not at the doctor's office, Till at T.N.D."
"T.N.D.? What the hell is that?"
The old man handed him a thick manila folder nearly bursting with papers. Till took it and examined it briefly. The old man continued, "This will explain everything, Mr. Lindemann and may answer your questions about your daughter's death. If you have any questions, my personal number and the address to our organization is on one of the papers in the folder. Again, I apologize for your loss." The man nodded again and placed his hat back on his head and turned to leave. Till watched in silent confusion as the man got into a silver Cadillac and drove away. The singer hefted the file in his hands, flipping absent-mindedly through the contents before getting in his own car and driving off towards home. He didn't have any idea who this man was or if he was even telling the truth, but Till wasn't about to let any chance of figuring out what happened to Nele slip through his fingers.
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