Chapter 2

Georg-

Man, it felt so good to get out of that hospital room. It was just full of the sound of Bill sobbing, and the only emotion in there was sadness. I really didn't enjoy it. Everyone, including myself, had gone to the cafeteria, well except Bill and Kristina of course. That man would not leave her bedside. No matter what we said, no matter what we did, he just wouldn't move his skinny body one inch away from her. It was really cute actually, minus the part where Kristina was in a hospital bed with a really bad concussion. But he's finally fallen in love. I've heard him talk to her when he thinks everyone's left the room… It's really beautiful. The words he says are just so sweet. I hope she could hear him, because that man had too much things to say to remember it all. Oh how I wish I had someone I could say sweet things too, but I don't… And I hate it.

Gustav-

"Where the hell are the waffles?!" I yelled over all the voices in the nearly full cafeteria. It got silent, dead silent. Everyone turned to face me, their facial expressions shocked… Since most of them looked rather old, they most likely weren't used to the word 'hell' around here. But whatever, I wanted some waffles right now, and I just couldn't find any. As I was searching and searching for them, a finger lightly tapped my shoulder. I turned to find Erica with a plate of waffles in her hand.

"Here 'ya go Gusti. Fresh from the oven, they just got put out on display. You're lucky I'm nice and I'm going to share them with you." She said, a sweet smile spreading across her face. We were very close already, that's why I let her call me Gusti and she let me call her Eary (Air-ee) She's actually the only girl I've gotten close to in a long time. Well except Bill's make-up artist, Natalie. But she wasn't as easy to get along with as Eary was. Eary was amazing. Even though I kind of liked her… It was obvious she had a thing for Tom, and it seemed like he liked her as well.

Tom-

God damn, Erica was so beautiful, and sweet, and funny. Shit, what is wrong with me? I thought to myself. I have never ever said or thought these kind of things about a girl. Never. This was something Bill would be saying, except he'd be using better words and describing his feelings more. It was something brand new to me, but I think I liked it. The only thing that I didn't like was that I felt like I couldn't ask her out. I was scared to. Man, that was really new to me. Bill always said that when I'd find true love, I wouldn't be able to approach her and ask her on a date 'cause I'd be nervous. And now, that was happening. I had no problem talking to her normally, you know, regular everyday conversations, but when it came to this… Oh hell no, I couldn't do it. My eyes never strayed away from her, whenever she moved, my eyes would follow. Hopefully she hadn't noticed, 'cause I'm pretty sure it'd freak her out. Unless she liked me back… Maybe she would like that I was staring at her. Only if she liked me, oh I hope she does. That would be just… wonderful. I can't even explain how happy I'd be if she liked me back. I know a ton of fans love me and all but, her love would be perfect.

Erica-

"Okay Gusti, there is 12 waffles exactly. How many do you want?" I asked him, trying to find a good big waffle to grab. I spotted one, my eyes returning to Gusti's face, waiting for his reply.

"Uhh… why don't we split them evenly? You have 6 and I have 6?" He asked, smiling, his eyes glancing down at the big waffle. My eyes narrowed, making sure he didn't take it. Using my cat/ninja like reflexes, I grabbed the waffle before him.

"Muhahaha! Too late Gusti! This waffle is mine."

"Hey, what's this about waffles?" I heard a voice say. I turned to find Tom standing over me, his hands on my chair.

"Oh nothing, we just have 12 waffles here. Well 11 since I took this one." I explained, waving the waffle in front of his face. Right as I was about to return the waffle to my plate, it was torn out of my hands by Tom's teeth. I gasped,

"Tomi, hand over that waffle!" His hand swiftly grabbed the waffle from his mouth, and he smirked.

"Catch me, and you'll get it." At that, he took off out of the cafeteria, his plans on where to go… I had no idea. But, without thinking, I darted out of my chair and began the chase. Thank god I was a runner, if I wasn't… I'd probably already be passed out on the ground. Tom was nowhere in sight, but I could hear the sound of his feet slapping on the ground. Unless that was just my feet… I stopped in my tracks to listen. Nothing, no sound. Only my fast heartbeat. But then another noise filled the air. Breathing, and not my breathing, since I was holding my breath. It was coming from behind me. I smiled, knowing it was Tom. Before I could fully turn around, I was against a wall, my arms pinned above me.

"You know… When someone says catch me, it doesn't mean you let them catch you." He spoke, his mouth in a full blown grin. I giggled.

"What if I wanted to be caught by you? I mean, I've already fallen for you… I've been waiting for you to catch me for a long time now."

"Well, I've caught you. Your patience is rewarded. But please catch me, for I am falling for you more and more every single second." Tom said, a single tear rolling down his cheek. My heart sped up.

"I've already caught you." I whispered, he smiled, but before I could smile back… He pulled me into his arms, kissing me with more passion than I have ever felt.

Bill-

"Kristina… Of course I'll love you no matter what you tell me. Nothing can make me not love you." I whispered to her, my crying finally lowering. She was finally awake, and I just wanted to hug her, but still, she had tubes hooked up to her arms.

"Do you swear?"

"I swear, I promise, I cross my heart and hope to die." I said, nodding. She smiled, and began to speak again.

"Okay, I'm going to tell you some things that no one else knows. Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready Kristina."

"Here goes… Bill, I was abused for 8 years by my mom and dad. Physically and mentally. They used whips, glass bottles, blades, their own fists, everything you could think of." Kristina said, there was so much pain in her eyes, and I could tell there was pain in mine as well. I couldn't believe that her parents had done that to her. And she hid it from everyone. I would've never thought she was abused, she looks perfectly fine to me. Then she continued to speak.

"I never told anyone because I was scared to. My parents threatened me that if I told anyone, they would kill me. I still have millions of scars and bruises all over my body. And the mental pain is still there too. They'd constantly put me down, telling me I'm a waste of everyone's time, that I'm ugly, and how they wish I was never born. It was the 9th year, that I couldn't take it anymore. I snuck out when they were asleep, and ran away. I didn't know where I was going, I was just so glad to get away from them. I took it for 8 whole years. I ran away on January 1st, a new year. A fresh start." She looked up at me, there wasn't as much pain in her eyes, but I could still tell there was some hiding in there. Erica had told me she was very good at hiding her emotions. She smiled, and continued talking, and I listened intently.

"I didn't have anywhere to live, I had nowhere to go, so I wandered the streets for about a day. As I was by the Wal-Mart in town, I saw a girl sitting on the sidewalk, she looked about my age, maybe a year older. Her hair was ratty, tangled, and dirty. Mud was all over her face, and covered her clothes, which looked to be hand made. But overall, she looked nice. I walked over to her, and said hello. She looked up at me, her blue eyes glistening, and said hi back. It was that day, I had found Erica, my best friend. I helped her get cleaned up, and we got very close in just a few days. We both got a job at Wal-Mart, saving up money for a house. The next month, we bought one. After about 4 months, we were fully settled in. Everything was normal, like a teenagers life should be."

She smiled, no sign of pain in her eyes at all. I smiled back when hers dropped, more pain in her eyes, more then before. She spoke once again.

"Then, we discovered a band called Tokio Hotel. From the moment I laid my eyes on the singer; you, pain returned, and on top of that, I grew to have a broken heart, for I loved you so much, but I couldn't have you. I couldn't be with you. That pain, was far worse then the abuse I suffered. I began to do something… something I had promised myself I would never do. But I couldn't help it, causing myself pain with a blade, made the pain of my broken heart faint. It was still there, yes, but it was very very faint." I was now crying, I had caused her more pain, and I didn't even know. It hurt me so much, knowing that it was all my fault.

"Kristina, I'm so sorry. If we had never been a band, you would have never been in more pain. I'm sorry…" I said, sobbing fiercely now. She shook her head,

"Don't be sorry, Bill. If I never discovered you… I wouldn't be who I am today. I wouldn't be here, you wouldn't be here with me, I would have never fallen in love with you. Now I have just told you the whole story… I'd like to show you something." She said, biting her lip. I nodded, trying to hold in my tears. She rolled up the sleeve of her hospital gown, revealing rouge red cuts littering her arm. My heart stopped, all of that because of me.

"That's just what I did to myself… I have to get up to show you the rest from my parents." She pulled the needle out of her arm, and removed the blanket from her body. She pushed herself out of the bed with no struggle at all.

"Now Bill… You said you loved me, and if we start dating you'll see my body anyways… So it won't be weird will it?" Kristina asked me. I shook my head, of course it wouldn't be weird. The only thing I was concerned about right now, was the pain she was going through, and the pain she went through.

"Okay." She whispered, untying her gown. It fell to the ground, and all I saw was humongous scars across her stomach, brown and purple bruises filling her shoulders and her arms. I flinched as she turned her body around, showing me the giant gashes in her back. I'm assuming from the whips her parents had used. Even though they were old, they looked like they had just happened. Every part of her body had some sort of scar or bruise on it, it was terrible. She bent down, pulling her gown back on, and when she was standing straight up again, her face was stained with tears. I instantly went over to her, pulling her tight in my arms.

"It's okay Kristina. Everything's fine now, I'm here… And I'm not leaving. You will never be hurt again. I promise you that." I said, stroking her hair as she squeezed me tighter and tighter.

"Don't let go… Ever." She whispered into my chest. I kissed the top of her head, and laid my cheek on it, saying these words.

"Kristina, I love you too much to let you go."