The Last Fire Will Rise, Behind Those Eyes

Prolgue

Gustav Shäfer, my brother's best friend. He's the stupid reason they're all gone. My sixteenth birdthday was supposed to be the best one of my life. Sure, it was going to be small, but I didn't care as long he was here. As long as everyone I knew was here. But, when he had to go after only three seconds to being at my party, everything went wrong. Exactly 4:48 pm, a young man we all didn't recognize strode in with a gun. The first person shot was my little sister. Dead, in her own blood on the ground. Next was my older brother, who jumped to protect me, and then there were the other guests, one by one, my family fell until he turned to me.

"See what it means to be alone, Rocksworth? Bye." He smirked and left, as if he hadn't done anything. Tokio Hotel had already left, and I had no where to go except the police. I described everything and who had done the genocide without shedding a tear. They found and captured him, taking him into custody and locking the seventeen-year-old Robin Crossroad, my old friend who I left when he began smoking, in a straightjacket with the other crazy people in the crazy house down the street only a quick walk from the police station in case anything went wrong. I never talked to Tokio Hotel after my birthday incident. Heck, I haven't talked to anyone since then. All I wear is black. I even dyed my hair blonde to black. I wear eyeshadow and eyeliner and black mascara.

I haven't even cried since then...

I sat there, waiting for the concert to start. Suddenly, a band I never thought I'd see again after my sixteenth birthday walked out onstage. My eyes watched all four teenage, grown up boys' moves. Bill, tall and skinny with his wild mane of hair like the last I saw him, smiled widely as fangirls screamed his name. Tom, tall like his twin and as gangta-wannabe as always, smirked at most of the girls who sighed, swooned, and screamed for him. Georg's shoulder length brown hair had gotten longer and his toned muscular upper body was much more...well, muscular.

Gustav. Oh, how I longed inside to hug him and cry on his shoulder and tell him what happened after he left my birthday party. But, that's on the inside. On the inside, I blamed him and only him for what had happened that day. Bill noticed me, and recognized me immediately.

"Marla Rocksworth! Bring that girl up to the stage, everyone!" Bill clapped excitedly as people carefully picked me up, despite my protesting and screaming, and placed me onstage next to Bill. He embraced me, hugging me so tight I nearly forgot how to breathe. Georg was next, he picked me up from the ground and twirled me. Tom clapped my shoulder and hugged me gently.

Gustav stood in front of me, sadness in his eyes. "Marls. It's me, Gusti. Remember?"

"Yeah, I remember, and I also remember you leaving my party for a stupid rehearsal and leaving me to watch as my entire life was shattered by one of my old friends killing my entire family!" I yelled, and everything went quiet. Gustav's mouth hung open. Shock written on the band's faces. They all looked at me with the pity I didn't need.

"Marla, Oh mein gott. I'm so sorry." Gustav went to hug me, but I pushed him away.

"It's your fault they're dead," I spat. "And sorry isn't gonna cut it."

I walked offstage and stood on the side stage. They played their songs and, after the third song was done, they walked towards me. Bill handed me his number, as did Tom and Georg. I refused to take Gustav's. The fire in my eyes increased ten-fold when he walked by. I guess I really am cold-hearted now.