What is there to Life, but Death?

Finale

The Death of Andrew Kaulitz

i I know I'm not Andrew, and I'm not trying to be; but I am trying to create one last piece of work that he might make… I know he had a death series that he had great pride in. I have been studying how he writes this kind of stuff by reading and then rereading bWhat is there to Life but Death?/b I really hope you like it… Andrew and I thank you… if he were here…

--- Abigail Kaulitz /i

July 27, 2009 Saturday Hamburg, Germany 2:50 am

I'm sure the death of my younger twin brother has affected greatly as are many others. People Andrew and I didn't even know are affected by the tragedy because their friends were friends of Andrew. I'm not sure how much Andrew was talked about across the website – let alone the whole internet – whether it was good or bad. I know for certain, though; only two people know how he died in great detail. That is me and his fiancée Amanda Torres. Would you like me to explain the event? Whether or not you want me to or not, I'm going to.

July 21, 2009 Tuesday Hamburg, Germany 7:00 pm 19:00 Army time

Our parents were planning to take us children – my older brother, little Andrew, and I – to this surprise restaurant … it might have been something else I do not know. I do know they wanted it to be a surprise. Mother said she thought it would be best if we all went together. Andrew – who was spaced out for quite some time with his eyes closed – spoke up and announced he thought him and father should go first, since our dad had no idea where it was from the top of his head. Our mom agreed to his idea since she didn't want to get lost. Off they went on the road toward the highway. I had nothing better to do so I went on the computer and then I started tickling my older brother Marshall for no reason at all.

Thirty minutes or so later, the phone began to ring. The caller ID read dad's mobile phone number. Mother answered it and it didn't take long until she seemed to be in great shock… before my other brother and I could think or say anything, she told us to put our shoes on and our grandfather's (father's father) white truck came into the drive way. Off we went to the scene… that horrible scene.

Blood all over the road, there were car pieces everywhere, but the only vehicle seen was our dad's; his now wrecked silver Oldsmobile. We could see our father… but where was my brother? Mother talked to our father while I searched… First checking out the wreckage of metal… I could see… a body… my brother's; only not in one piece. It was only his waist down. His body had been cut at a diagonal and his hips were smashed in. The slant was what looked to be from under his rib cage to his right hip. Following the blood trail to the other side of the road, I saw the other part of Andrew; his upper half. His body not pale like it had been before he left, but Native American tan. That would be the color he normally was at night; his true skin tone. Nothing looked abnormal to this half of Andrew Kaulitz except that it was caked in dirt, dried blood, and blood still oozing out of the gruesome gash. Mother tracked me down and looked over to what I was looking at… disgusted, she pushed me away from my now dead twin.

bBack to Present Time/b

So that is basically what the scene of Andrew's death looked like… This is all I can come up with… I am not Andrew, so I do not have his creativity… I just wanted to get this scene out of my head, ya know? Good day/night to you, now.