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Well anyways, welcome to my long awaited and forgotten sequel to: Alien. If you haven't read it, check out my page and don't forget to review!

I have been out of the fandom for a while, and I'm not sure if Tokio Hotel Fanfiction is still popular, it has been a few years. But my love for them hasn't changed that's for sure (:

I wont keep you all waiting anymore here's: Through the Ghost

Chapter 1: I don't even know anymore

Hello, you've reached the voice mailbox of Bill Kaulitz please leave your name and number after the beep.

Beep.

"Hey, it's Abby. I don't even know why I bother leaving these silly messages anymore, it's not like you ever reply to them. Well I just called to say today is my last day in Germany, a series of unfortunate events happened which is causing me to head home. Call me whenever you can, and it seems like you never can. I mean come on Bill! I thought we were in love, boyfriend and girlfriend, even best friends! You haven't attempted to contact me in over a year…"

I ended the call on my rant, not wanting to break down in tears. No one, Bill, Tom, Georg or Gustav, they never answered their phone's for me in over a year. It made me emotional whenever I thought about it, which is why I try not to think as much anymore. Not that I've become a shell of a body, because I haven't. I've made myself a vow.

The vow was to never ever become like the person I once was. I'm never going to hate myself, or think anything less of me as a person. I am human, and I have feelings and a voice that needs to be heard. Once I head back to the United States I'm going to enroll in high school, I only have a few months left. I'm going to finish that off then somehow hunt for Bill. He is my everything, and I just don't understand how he can just cut me off and never speak to me again. It makes absolutely no sense to me.

I would hope the boys keep contact with Simone, because if they don't that would make them terrible sons. Not like I would know, because I never really press the subject when I'm around her. I haven't talked to Shilo in forever either, we sort of drifted apart, both of us consumed in our daily lives to really keep contact with each other. After I lost all my contacts in my phone from dropping it in the toilet from my back pocket, Shilo's was the only number I didn't really memorize by heart.

It sucks losing contact with your best friends.

I still don't talk much in school, but I do talk whenever someone has a question for me. I have no friends, nor have I attempted to make any. I'm just so tired of losing the people I love, I'm tired of being close to someone and then having them move away from me.

Cutting myself hasn't stopped, I still do it, but it isn't as bad and I don't have suicidal thoughts anymore. My life isn't worth throwing away, I want to do something big with my life, but I just don't know exactly what yet. I really want to pursue my career as a singer, but I have no idea how! Maybe I could live a double life? Well I'll think about that one.

Staring at myself in the mirror I have absolutely no idea how I'm going to face the day. It's going to be rough on me and Simone, especially me. My hair is curled down to the small of my back, I couldn't help but give a hint of a smile as I thought of Bill curling my hair on one of my first days here in Germany. I slowly and intricately apply my black eye shadow and mascara, which as soon as I did I knew that would be a huge mistake. There would no doubt be a lot of crying today. I hated crying…

I stepped into a tight black pair of skinny jeans and a pair of black ballet flats with a girly bow by the toe. I moseyed my way to my giant closet and couldn't decide on a shirt to wear. A plain black button up would do for this depressing occasion. You may be asking, why all the black? Well, you'll figure out in all due time.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I got disappointed when I only saw that it was Simone. "Hello?" I answered.

"Hey baby, I was just letting you know that I'm ready whenever you are…" Her voice cracked. "Sorry I didn't walk up the stairs, my stomach wouldn't allow it." I could tell Simone was laughing through her pain. Isn't that what we've all been doing lately? It sure as hell felt like it.

My dad and I have officially moved in with Simone a few months ago, they were engaged and everything. I grabbed my purse and slowly made my way downstairs to a waiting Simone, her pregnant belly was huge, she was due in 3 or so months. You got that right, inside of Simone was my baby brother. I cant believe that I'm going to have to miss out on that baby being born to move to the US. Simone refused to move with me, stating that she was meant to live in Germany for the rest of her life. I don't blame her, it is a beautiful country.

"Do the twins know?" I asked her hesitantly.

"Yeah, they do know. I talked to them just a few hours ago. They're really sorry that they cant make it. They have a show in LA tonight." She stated sadly. Busying herself around the kitchen fixing her a sandwich. Stating that Christian made her hungry all of a sudden. That's my baby brothers name, I helped her pick it out. I really like it.

"How come they don't ever bother with calling me anymore?" I broke the news to her, not knowing if she knew they didn't talk to me anymore. "I've probably left a thousand messages on Bill's voicemail, and he's not once tried to contact me."

She gave a heavy sigh. "You want the honest answer?"

"What the fuck…" I started off angrily but she cut me off.

"You know how I feel about those cuss words Abby."

"I'm sorry Simone, yes I want to know the truth." I felt my stomach clench in anticipation. It wasn't going to be a good answer.

"Well, with the tour going on, management thought that it would be a good idea if Bill left behind any hint of a girlfriend behind." I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion as she continued. "I mean, its not that Bill doesn't love you, because he does, he's always asking about you and the baby. Its just that girls will buy more CD's and merchandise if the lead singer is single…"

"Oh…" I stated a little sadly. "Why couldn't Bill call and tell me this, it might have hurt me a little less, and why are you waiting this long to tell me Simone, I have feelings too you know?"

She looked down at her food, not looking hungry anymore. "I'm sorry sweetie, I just didn't really know how to tell you."

"It's okay, I guess I'm going to have to forgive and forget. But when I do go back to the States, I will find him, and I will give him a piece of my mind, if I don't kill him first." I said, feeling hurt and betrayed. "He should have at least called…"

"I know honey, it wasn't very mature of him or any of the boys to just not call you anymore." She sighed, finishing off her sandwich.

She clutched my hand as we walked off to the front door. Well, this was it. It was time for the funeral.

My dads funeral.

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