Tom sighed angrily as he drove his black Cadillac, not caring that he was speeding. Bill was sitting in the passenger's seat, his hand on the door in a white-knuckled grip.
"Tomi?" Bill mumbled, looking at his twin, not knowing why the older of the two was so angry.
"What, damn it?" Tom snapped, glaring at his twin from the corner of his eye.
Bill flinched and shrunk into his seat a little. "N-Never mind. . ." He said quietly, looking out the window and at the scenery zipping past them.
Tom frowned, he hadn't meant to snap at his little brother, he was just angry that a fan had basically tried to attack them when they tried to make it to their car after an interview. He looked at the raven haired teen next to him and opened his mouth to say something.
The two brothers didn't even notice that a car was racing straight for them until the cars collided.
Tom jerked up into a sitting position, looking around the room of the hospital he was in. "Billa?" He called, not seeing his twin. He blinked, finally noticing that Georg and Gustav were sitting by his bed. "Where's Bill? Is he okay?"
"Bill's fine, Tom." Georg mumbled.
"But. . .?" Tom asked, knowing that his friends were hiding something.
"He. . .He lost his memory, Tom. He doesn't remember any of us or anything about the band, he just doesn't remember anything. . ." Gustav said quietly, looking at the floor.
Tom sat there, shocked. "You're kidding, right?" He asked, hoping this was all a joke. Silence fell over the three friends as realization finally set in for the dreadlocked teen. "He really lost his memory, didn't he?" He choked out.
Georg and Gustav nodded, not saying a word.
Tom got up and walked to the room that Bill was in. The younger twin lay in bed, sleeping peacefully. The guitarist walked over to his twin, numb, blinking back tears.
"Billa?" He mumbled, brushing black bangs out of the singer's face.
Honey brown eyes slowly opened and looked at Tom, confusion soon evident in the singer's gaze. "Who are you?" Bill asked as he sat up.