Right! I know it's been done before. Plz! drop a Review. I wanna know what your thoughts are and whats going to happen/why the person jumpped.
I just really really wanted to write it.
I like it a lot and such.
I think I like this fiction the best.
DANKE! HANNAH! (Ps. Does any one know how to spell 'Shane' Like in Danke shane?)
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Don't Jump.
"Let's go on the roof!" Bill Kaulitz said as he, his twin brother Tom, their band mates Georg Listing and Gustav Schafer and their manager David Jost walked past the door for the stairwell as they went to the elevator.
"Why would we go to the roof?" Georg asked.
"Cause it sounds like fun!" Bill said.
They were visiting Berlin for a few weeks for interviews and Award shows.
The hotel they were staying in was a nice one.
"You guys can go but I am going to bed." David said as he walked to the lobby where the elevator was.
"Fine, come on." Tom said as he held open the door.
Bill jumped in the air and walked threw the door.
Tom rolled his eyes as Georg and Gustav nodded.
Bill was running up the stairs.
About two floors later Georg said "Did you guys know that this is one of the tallest buildings' in Berlin?" his voice was snide.
"No shit." Gustav wheezed.
"Hey. Look an iPod." Tom said bending over.
He held up a bright blue, iPod nano.
The ear plugs were still connected.
"Weird...maybe some one dropped it, maybe we should give it to the front desk once we are done on the roof." Bill said as he kept walking, a few feet later they found a black trench coat.
"Hey, it's like the one that you wore for the don't jump vid." Gustav said, looking it over.
"Man, this dude's got some weird taste. Eric Clapton, The Clash, The Ramones." Tom said flipping through the iPod.
"How is that weird?" Georg asked.
That was the kind of stuff he listened to.
"What's weird is there is also, The Dixie Chicks, Dwight Yoakum, Aaron Watson, Toby Keith, The Offspring, the foo fighters-."
"I like them." Gustav stated.
"-we know this. Sarah Evans, Joan Jett, Creedence Clear Water Revival, MercyMe, The Red Jumpsuit apparatus, Jimi Hendricks, Evanescence, George Strait, Green Day, Nena - ."
"I don't even know who half these people are!" Georg said.
"I think that's the point." Gustav pointed out.
"He has weird taste." Bill said as they climbed a bit more. "Not that Green Day and Nena are weird."
"uuhh...Yeah, it is Bill." Tom said.
"How do we know it's a he?" Gustav asked.
"Combat Boots." Bill stated.
"Combat Boots?" Georg asked.
"Combat Boots!" Bill said, pointing to a pair of large boots.
"Size nine....must be American." Gustav said lifting them up.
"HE'S GOT SAMMY DELUXE AND LADY SOVEREIGN!" Tom shouted.
They kept walking.
"OH MY GOD WE ARE ON HERE!" Tom shouted holding up the Nano.
"What?" Gustav asked.
"Were on here, all of our songs!" Tom shouted as Georg and Gustav leaned over his shoulder.
"I'll never get used to it." Georg said.
"The only ones he does not have is Black, and Rescue me, He's got Retti Mich though." Georg said counting on his fingers.
"Those two are the shitty songs." Bill said as he came up.
He was holding a backpack.
"What's in it?" Gustav asked.
By now all the boys were intrigued.
"Ermm...Let's see." Georg said taking it away from Bill.
"Eye liner." He said pulling it out.
"Ooh, the good kind too." Bill said, picking up the cold stick.
Tom rolled his eyes at him.
"Pair of glasses."
A pair of black glasses with Green around the sides were pulled out.
"Harry Potter Book." That too was set on the stairs.
"And a lap top."
"Do you think we should open it?" Bill asked nervously.
"I don't see why not. We might be able to tell whose it is." Georg said.
He himself seemed nervous.
"Don't dig to deep though!" Gustav said.
"Okay." Tom bent down next to Georg as he opened it.
It was already on.
The wall paper was of a white skull and crossbones.
It was on a black background.
"I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter." Winston Churchill. Was in white print.
A few Word Documents were open.
"This one's Harsh Light. It looks like a short story." Georg said looking at it.
"The other one is called Lucy's De-defervesce." Tom said mispronouncing the word.
"Holy Crap! It's Five hundred pages long!" Bill shouted.
"Just look at his email. Maybe it will show what the name is?" Gustav said crossly.
Georg flipped to the Email thing as Bill wandered off to the door to the roof.
"Umm...It's all from Facebook, and some chick named Emily White. That's all that there." Georg said as he clicked on a link.
"I betcha that Emily White chick is hot." Tom said looking into the air, smirking. Gustav rolled his eyes at him.
"Man, You're right, Georg Listing does have a sexy voice." Georg read then laughed, "I still think Tom is hotter though, And Gustav looks like a chick-."
"Would you just put that down!" Gustav shouted, cutting him off.
Just then Bill ran up to them.
"I don't think those things were dropped, I think they were left."
He held up a necklace.
It looked antique, one of the ones that ties around your neck with a ribbon.
It had an Oval pendant with the etching of a rose on it; the petals of the rose were made with rubies.
"Where did you find that?" Gustav asked as Georg shoved the stuff in the backpack.
"Right next to the door to the roof." Bill said leading the way.
They walked up the remaining stairs to the heavy door.
They opened the door, the cold air hit them with a whoosh.
The air was soft and salty, they walked out.
Clouds drifted over the wide, full moon.
Cars and people could be heard on the street below.
Somewhere in the distance a truck honked.
"Does this feel a bit Déjà Voo to you?" Georg asked looking around.
"Yeah, all we need is my guitar to just stop working and Jost to yell at Saki for stepping on th-." Tom was saying when he was cut off by Bill saying "shhh! What's that?" He said in a whisper.
They all quieted at once.
Bill kept his hand in the air.
"I don't hear anything man."
"No, some one's singing." Bill whispered.
"I don't hear any thing." Tom said.
"That's because you're talking! Now shut up!" Bill said.
For a heart stopping moment, it seemed that the world beneath them went down to a dull roar in the back ground.
" - You lost yourself in your pain." This time they all heard it.
It was slow and sweet. Like a taste of honey on a salty cracker.
It had bitterness to it.
Bill's head whipped around as he heard a failure melody.
"hmmm hmm hmm hhhh hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm."
"There!" Bill said. There was someone on the ledge, walking it as if it was a tightrope.
The person's hands were spread out to their sides, keeping balance.
Their hair wiped around their face.
Suddenly the person stopped. The person's hands fell limp.
Their feet inched forward. Getting closer to the sky.
Tom's eyes were wide, Gustav's hands were out in front of him.
And Georg had a hand on Gustavs shoulder.
Bill ran toward the person.
The others walked up, but stayed back a few paces.
"Are you going to jump?" Bill asked.
Even in a time like this Tom could roll his eyes at his brother's knack for asking the obvious.
The person's head moved an inch in the direction of the voice, but it did not respond.
Just then the wind rushed just right.
The persons hair was whipped straight back.
Bill saw the face of a girl.
The face was soft and sweet, with a mother like look to it.
Tears were streaked down the girls chin, running mascara and eyeliner down her cheeks.
Her cheeks were red and swollen, as were her lips.
Her plump lips were bright red, not painted, but swollen from tears.
They stood out in stunning detail from her white as alabaster skin.
Her eyes were small and round, although Bill could not see the color of them because her eyes were closed as she leaned her head against the wind.
"Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny child. Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny child. Bye, Bye, lully, lullay.
O sisters toom how mad we do, For to preserve this day
This dear youngling. For whom we sing.
Bye, Bye, lully, Lullay." The girl sang.
Her voice was clogged by tears, making it even more haunting.
Her voice was tinged, in what sounded like an Irish accent. She sang in English.
"What are you singing?" Bill asked, this time in English.
That must be why she had not answered in the first place.
The girl was silent for a moment, then said; "It's called Coventry carol. It's about The Massacre of Innocence that King Herod ordered."
She said in a dead whisper.
Her voice did not have an Irish accent, much to Bill's shock.
It had a twinge of a Sothern United States accent.
Not exactly something you would find in Berlin Germany.
"What's The Massacre Of innocence's?" Bill asked.
He wanted to keep her talking.
"Herod ordered all the baby boys under the age of two to be murdered. He was scared that one of them would take his place." The girl said.
"When was this? I don't remember anything about it in school." Bill said in an encouraging tone.
"Well you wouldn't. The baby that he was scared of was Jesus." The girl said. She turned around and walked three more feet. "You know, from the bible?" she asked, her back to him.
As she walked, the other boys were watching with hitched breaths.
Bill had a hand out incase she slipped.
Her white, fluttery nightgown flapped in the wind as she walked, the lights from below gave her an eerie glow.
She turned around to face him.
He saw in the dim light that her eyes were a dark, musky green.
The wind changed direction; the dress was blown against her body.
It seemed that she had very large breasts and was very full in her mid section.
It seemed sort of odd to him.
She had such a tiny frame; the rest of her body was slim as a fence post.
Why was just her stomach full?
"Do you believe in God Mr. Kaulitz?" she asked.
Bill was a bit taken aback, but answered any way.
"No. I don't."
She let out a merciless laugh; it was short and clogged with sobs.
More tears ran down her cheeks.
"I do. I don't know why but I do. I know he is there and he is gonna rap me in his arms, as I hold James in mine." She said as she turned back around to face the sky.
"A Father, that was what James needed, so I guess God, The Father, thought so too." She said as she took a deep breath.
She sang the next verse.
"Then woe is me, poor child, for Thee and ever morn and day.
For parting.
Nor, say, Nor sing. Bye Bye lully Lyllay." With a breath, she put her head back as the wind pelted her face.
Her voice was haunting. Like an echo of a wind going through a tree.
"I always liked the wind. How it felt on my face, how it whipped my hair around, casting spare strands where ever the wind thought right." She said in a poetic whisper.
Bill had an inkling that she always talked like that and it was not just for dramatic affect.
With one more breath she jumped off the ledge.
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I am going to put a clip of the song that's on my iPod on our bio. Take a look.
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