The Note
Tom Kaulitz opened the door to the suite he and his twin brother Bill were sharing. Bill insisted that they get a room closest to the roof of the hotel. He wanted to have somewhere to think he had said.
Tom was laughing drunkenly. Tonight had been more than enjoyable for Tom. He'd headed straight to the bar and drank until he couldn't see straight. He then presumed to walk the streets where he found a cheap whore for about $25 an hour. This was perfect to Tom; that's all he needed right now was someone to get his dick hard. Fuck having a girlfriend- he was much too young to be tied down by a relationship. Tom just wasn't into that kind of thing… then again most guys his age weren't so why should he be any different?
This was too much thinking for Tom tonight.
He stumbled stupidly to the kitchen and called Bill's name.
"Bill Kaulitz!"
There was no reply from his expected brother. Bill had said just earlier that he was staying at the hotel tonight, going to catch up on some reading and probably work on his new song that he had in mind. Something called "On the Edge". Tom had no idea what could have given his little brother the inspiration to write this song. It was so dark, so cold…so unlike Bill.
"Bill come out you ignorant swine! Don't you know you shouldn't hide from your own twin? No need to hide from your own brother!" he slurred.
Silence.
"Fine, be that way you brat. I'll just come find you my-fucking-self."
This brought another series of giggles from the drunken teen. He wandered to the fridge hoping to find something to drink. Bill usually allowed Tom to have alcohol when they weren't touring.
To Tom's disappointment, he found nothing in the fridge at all. He cursed under his breath and
closed the refrigerator's door. He grabbed a pen off of the table and quickly wrote Bill a note:
Need food. Get off your ass and stop being lazy, my dearest brother.
Lots of love,
Tomi.
P.S. Need more booze.
Tom suddenly noticed a note hung up by his own. It read:
'And if all that can't hold you back…then I'll jump for you.'
The lyrics of one of Tom's personal favorite songs, Don't Jump. It was written in Bill's handwriting. This wiped the smile from Tom's face as sudden realization hit him.
Why would Bill want a room so close to the roof of the hotel? Why would he want to be so close to the edge?
"Bill!" he screamed, panic taking complete control of him. "BILL!"
Tom quickly ran out of the room and up the stairs that led to the roof of the hotel. He froze as he saw his twin brother standing on the ledge of the 18 story building.
"Bill," he whispered. "Don't jump."