Through Broken Walls, That Scream I Hear

I was invited to join Tokio Hotel on tour. How should I said it? I want so badly to go, to learn what changed those five years they were gone. I also want to learn why Gustav wouldn't look at me now. Was it how I blamed him? Maybe it is, I may never know...Ok, I want to go because he's there. I apparently still have feelings for him. But, he would never share those feelings with me.

"So, Marls, whatcha think?" Tom asked, wrapping a brotherly arm around my shoulders. Normally he'd be flirting with me, but he decided since I gave that outburst he'd be my brotherly Tom I knew so well when we were kids.

"Yeah, I'm coming." I stated, grabbing the bags I had hidden in the doorway of my room. Bill grinned like a kid again and bounced up and down. Georg nodded, Gustav didn't even pay attention. I nearly sighed. Why can't boys be like girls? Easy to read? Hm, I'll never know. Tom patted my back and snatched my bags from me. I held onto the backpack, obviously something I wanted close. It had secret stuff, stuff Gusti gave me.

"Gustav," I touched his shoulder, and he wrenched it away from me.

"What, Marla?" He snapped. My eyes went wide. He's never acted this way--or just called me Marla before--to me. Never.

"...Nevermind, jerkoff." I growled, stalking past him, Bill, and Georg. I followed Tom, steam coming from my ears. I need to dance, get some steam out. Tom noticed and smiled.

"Wanna go to the club with me?"

"Can we come, too?!" Bill asked, jumping up behind me, and showing Georg.

"Fine, just not Gustav." Tom made the "I'll explain on the way" face to Bill and Georg. They nodded, Gustav trailing behind me. We glared at each other, and I stomped inside before him, pushing him out of the way. Tom ordered the driver to go straight to the nearest club, and sat down. "Bill, Georg, come and sit. Gustav, get."

"Fine, make yourself at home with the little fun-girl." Gustav snapped, glaring at me. I felt ripped, torn, wanting to cry. Tom explained everything to the two boys, then we arrived at the club. I flowed into the crowd with Tom until I excused myself to go to the ladies room. Tom let me go, and I didn't see Gustav following me to wait near the bathroom door. As soon as I'd locked myself in the bathroom, I screamed loudly, but no one could hear me due to the loud, thumping music outside. Or so I thought. A loud, familiar banging on the door started and I cut off. He heard me through this wall? I dared to open the door, but slumped against it instead.

"Pack it up, pack it in. Let me begin. I came the way, battle me that's a sin." House of Pain's Jump Around rang from my cell phone. Only one person has that. I looked at the caller ID and sighed. Gusti was brightly flashing on the screen. I opened the phone and looked at the text he sent me.

Ich bin betrübt, mein fruend. I texted him back.

betrübt ist nein gehen nach-- My finger accidently slipped and hit the send button. I sat, frozen. My phone sang again and I pressed the button to read the text.

Through broken walls, that scream I hear. Durch kaputt wände, das schrei ich hören... Lyrics from Cry Little Sister, one of my favorite songs.

Gusti, what happened to us? I waited a few minutes.

I don't exactly know...come outside. I want to see you. Meet me outside the club. The back door. I got up and opened the door, he was gone. I slipped my phone into my pocket and moved swiftly through the moving, gyrating bodies throughout the club's dancefloor. I made it to the back door, and the guard let me through. I stepped outside, and was met with saddened brown eyes.

"Gusti..." I looked at him, my face saddening.

"Marls..." He stepped forward just as I did, and we hugged.

"Why did I say those mean things?"

"Why did I snap at you?"

"Why did we even fight to begin with?" We asked at the same time. I smiled, and we laughed together. I hugged Gustav tightly, enjoying his warmth. A flash went off, but I knew it was Tom. He chuckled and waved the phone around. I smirked at him, and flipped him off. Tom gasped mocking hurt and turned on his heel.

"Through broken walls, that scream I hear. I'm sorry, Marls, for hurting you like that."

"I'm sorry, too. I hurt you badly, obviously." I kissed his cheek, and he looked dazed.

"You're forgiven, if you do that again." I cocked an eyebrow, but shrugged and leaned in to kiss his cheek...

CLIFFHANGER!!!!!! HAHAHA!!! I'M SOOOOO EVIL WHEN I'M HYPER!!!! ^.^~