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Lass mich nicht im Stich	By : BabyElle Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 1369 -:- 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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Okay so this happens directly after Bill writes his letter, before and at the same time when Tom gets the weird feeling and finds out Bill's gone. (2 or 3 hours) The lyrics used in the story are not my own okay?
It's "Monsoon" or german version "Durch den Monsun" from Tokio Hotel...it's their big hit that made them known and it's very good!
Well hope you like it,it's a bit longer then the other 2 not that much longer but i tried my best...

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Blinking away the tears that threatened to fall Bill reread his letter. He couldn’t really believe he was actually going to do this. That he was going to run. He knew that if he told anybody how he felt they would try and succeed in stopping him. Breathing deeply he puts the letter in the black and red envelop laying it on his pillow. “Okay, what to take with me.” He sighed. Worrying his bottom lip he looked around his room and walked to his suitcase that was lying open with half of his clothes in it on the floor. He couldn’t take his make-up ‘cause then he would be recognised the moment he set foot in the lobby. So he cleaned his face looking different without the black eye-shadow. He bowed his head to the right thinking that Georg was indeed right. He looked much younger without it.

He took his cap with little black fluffy pompoms, that a fan had given him and after flattening his hair putted it on his head. Putting on his Converse sneakers he looked around trying to find anything to bring with him. After taking a sweater, his wallet, gloves and his notebook full of lyrics stashing it in a small bag he looked at the picture near the bed. Grabbing the photo he hesitated before sliding it in his pocket. He always took that picture with him in every hotel the photo would stand near the bed. This way he could gaze at it when he couldn’t sleep.
It reminded him of the careless times where Tom and he could do what they wanted to do when they wanted. Back then they weren’t followed around everywhere by paparazzi stalking their moves and fan girls squealing, screaming and fainting wherever they went. Nonetheless he liked having his fans pleasing them with smiles, gigs and everything else. Next to his brother and the music they were his life.

Now he only had to do one thing, grab his jacket and walk away! “Okay, take it easy Bill…” he thought to himself “…just pull on the jacket and run through that door.” Without meaning too he had to think at their first song the one that made them famous.

" I'm staring at a broken door
There's nothing left here anymore
My room is cold
It's making me insane”

“I've been waiting here so long
But now the moment seems to've come,
I see the dark clouds coming up again.”

“Running through the monsoon
Beyond the world,
To the end of time,
Where the rain won't hurt”

Isn’t it irony? He was running through a monsoon, a big and deep monsoon full of feelings and thoughts all jumbled in his mind that left him cold. A monsoon where he couldn’t find his way and had to run away from ‘cause he didn’t find a way to tie the knot to end it. The first step being that door from which he just couldn’t get through.

Walking slowly he made his way towards the door that seemed to yell at him to stay away. Looming over him like he was forbidden to open it. Turning around for the last time he looked at his bed. The black and red envelop was a big contrast to the cream-colored bed sheets and white music sheets lying on it.

His lips began to tremble and he raised his shaking hand as if touching the envelop that unknowingly carried a precious letter with his personal monsoon written on it and quickly lowered it. Before turning towards the door he raised his left hand like he would when greeting someone and whispered “Bye Tomi, hope you’ll be fine I’ll miss you…” He opened the door and closed it fast behind his back. There was no turning back now.

Sneaking through the hallways and dodging the personnel from both the hotel and of his own entourage, he made his way downstairs. He knew that they would look on the roof, the dining room and all the other places Tom would tell them to look but they wouldn’t expect him to go out of the hotel and on the street. Not even Tom would think of this. Hell, he didn’t expect it himself. “Perhaps it would be best if I left through the back.” He muttered noticing the press in the lobby and the more then hundred girls and even boys at the entrance.
Passing a rather young looking man wearing a uniform of the hotel he prayed that he didn’t recognise him. But looking back he saw the man walk further and disappear around the corner. Releasing a breath he didn’t knew he was holding he quickly went to the back door. Quietly opening it he suddenly felt like a mix between James Bond and Mission Impossible. He couldn’t believe he did it! Saki didn’t catch him, nobody saw him and if they did they didn’t knew it was him.

“Now where to go..” he said to himself “…I can’t go to place where there are a lot of people chances are they’ll recognise me.” He silently went over the places he could and couldn’t go in his mind and came up to one place. The park! Putting his gloved hands in his pockets with the bag on his back he got moving. Trying to stay unnoticed he walked towards the park. Nearing it he saw two little children playing with their mother watching over them.
Seeing the two siblings play brought a lump in his throat. Where were the days were he and Tom hang out? Just relaxing in their room or bunk, talking to eachother and just being brothers? Twins happy to finally have some free time? Trying to hold back the tears that were coming up again he sat down on a bench in a rather discluded area of the park. Try as he might he couldn’t hold back the tears and started to cry in anguish and pain. He wanted his brother back! He wanted things to go back to how they were between them. But he couldn’t. “I can’t believe it. “ he sobbed in his hands suddenly realising that he just ran away. “I did it, I actually ran. From Tom, from Georg, Gustav and the fans.” And then something else jumped into his mind. “What am I going to do now?!’

People passing through the park didn’t give a thought when seeing a boy crying on a bench. If they did, if they would’ve paid a bit more attention they would’ve seen Bill Kaulitz, an international rockstar, lost in feelings, fame and misery.

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i'm working on making it longer...the chaps i mean cuz for the life of me i can't seem to write longer then this
but i'll try my best with the next chap promise!
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