Chapter Forty
Ugh where am I? Why do I feel so strange? I looked down and noticed a girl that seemed to be about five or six lying down on a carpet in a room; that's strange I feel like I've been in this room before. The door to the room opened and two young boys entered the room--oh mein GOTT! That can't be Bill and Tom in the past?!
"She's sleeping."
"I know that Bill," The other boy stated in a duh tone.
"She looks so cute when she's sleeping," Bill smiled.
Where the hell am I?
"Bill, don't."
"Don't what?"
"Don't like her."
"What?"
"I want to be her bestfriend."
"Why can't we both be her bestfriends?" Bill questioned, I heard a certain sadness in his voice.
"Because, you can only have one bestfriend," Tom stated.
Bill sighed, "Fine, I won't be her friend. See if I care."
And with that Bill walked out of the room; and Tom looked very pleased.
"Haha! Now I can play with R for now, without having to share!" Tom laughed as he kneeled by--me.
My eyes snapped open and I sat right up in my bed; I sighed with relief. It was only a strange nightmare-ish dream. It couldn't have been real; Tom would never do that to his brother. I got off my bed and looked at the digital clock before gasping; it's three in the afternoon. Why didn't anyone wake me up?
I quickly got out of my plain pyjamas and put on a pair of dark blue jeans, and a black t-shirt; I then fixed my arm warmer and walked out of the room and into the rest of the apartment.
"Morning, Rit."
I turned to Mellany, is she still angry with me?
"Don't look at me like that Rit," Mellany laughed, "What were you and Tom up to last night? He's still sleeping."
I snorted, "We were playing in parks and then we went to Tim Hortons."
"You look a little pale, are you alright?" Mellany asked as she peered at my face.
I nodded, "I feel fine, and hungry."
Mellany laughed and walked into the kitchen; I followed her in and she placed a plate in front of me on the counter, "Gustav left this for you."
I nodded and began to eat; who knew that Gustav could make good soup too? I didn't until this very moment. I quickly ate the soup and walked back into our room and putted on some broccoli deodorant on; for the past four days I've been using too much of it. I grabbed some socks and put on my white and black converse low tops; in all honesty, they are much easier to put on then the high tops. I also grabbed my black hoodie.
I grabbed forty dollars from the top of the dresser and pocketed them in my pants and grabbed my cell phone from the same place and pocketed it in the other side of my pants. I walked out of our room and into the washroom to wash my face with cool water; then I untied my hair and brushed it before tying it back.
"Where you going?" Mellany asked, as I walked to the entrance of the apartment.
"Out, I'm going to buy some new arm warmers," I replied.
Mellany laughed, "Oh you and your stupid arm warmers, have fun."
I don't think she'd be laughing if she found out why I love wearing arm warmers so much; she'll probably be disappointed in me. Not that it matters much since I started before I met her.
I walked out of the apartment and down the hallway to the elevators; after getting into the elevator I pressed the lobby level and waited for five minutes as the elevator slowly travelled down.
I walked out of the building and down the path to the sidewalk; hopefully I'll find some good arm warmers. I stopped walking as I reached the red bus stop. After about seven minutes the bus came to a stop in front of me; I got on and inserted three dollars in the farebox. I don't want to be asked to show my gone student card.
After two buses and twenty-three minutes I entered a store inside of the Eaton Centre; I walked around the store and found a few dark coloured arm warmers that I liked; a dark purple arm warmer set, a black and grey stripped arm warmer set, and a black arm warmer set with red stars. Three sets should be enough; I grabbed them off the hook and tried one of each on my right arm. I have to make sure that they fit properly; I don't want anybody else seeing something that they shouldn't see.
I walked to the cashier and placed my items on the counter; the girl looked up at me and stated, "Is that all for you today?"
I nodded and she ringing in the items and after a few minutes she stated, "Your total is sixteen dollars and forty-three cents."
I nodded and handed her a twenty dollar bill; she took it and gave me my change. I thanked her and left the store. Since the Eaton Centre closes at nine at night today, I'll go take a look at Indigo Bookstore; I haven't been to a bookstore in almost two weeks or something, which is not normal.
I walked to the lower level of the bookstore and walked to the staircase; as I was passing by I noticed a man reading looking intently at a book in the middle of one of the aisles. I gulped and quickened my pace. Oh my God. I hope he didn't see me. I went up the stairs by two and quickly walked into the women's washroom in the bookstore.
Shit! What the hell is he doing here of all places? If he saw me I'm so dead; I should have known that he could be here on Sundays. I locked myself in a stall and took out my cell phone. I quickly punched in Mellany's new cell number. After a few rings someone picked up.
"Hello?"
"Mellany."
"Rit, what's wrong you sound scared. "
"I'm currently hiding from my father," I replied with a sigh.
"What? He saw you? Where are you?"
"I don't know if he saw me or not, he was reading a book at Indigo's in the Eaton Centre," I replied.
"First things first, relax. There's a good chance he didn't see you. Second thing, where are you hiding?"
I took a deep breath and let it out, "In the washroom."
Mellany laughed, "That's good, he won't be able to get in there."
"I guess so, I didn't really think about that."
Mellany laughed again, "Just wait for fifteen minutes, and then just leave and come back. But act normal! Don't rush or anything.
I nodded, then realizing that she couldn't see me I stated, "Alright."
"Okay, now I'm sorry; but I'm a little busy right now," Mellany stated.
"Oh, okay, that's fine, see you later," I replied, and flipped the phone shut.
What can Mellany be possibly busy with? Maybe her Halloween costume, it is Halloween in three days. I snorted, I don't even have anything in mind to dress up as; not that I want to go trick or treating; seventeen is old, don't you think?
I pocketed my phone and removed my hoodie, and hung it up on the low hook. I then rolled off my arm warmer; I might as well change it now before I get to the apartment. I looked down at my arm and noticed a few incisions that were oozing out blood. I grabbed some toilet paper and looked under the stall to see if anyone else was in the washroom with me; it was empty so I quickly unlocked the stall walked to the sink and wetted the toilet paper with cold water before locking myself back in the stall.
I quickly and gently wiped my arm ignoring the stings of dislike coming from my arm; after cleaning the blood and dirt away I wrapped my cuts with toilet paper and then wore my new dark purple arm warmer. Where am I going to put my old one? Should I throw it out or take it back with me to the apartment? After a few minutes I shrugged and folded the old arm warmer and shoved it in my hoodie's pocket.
It's going to be a month soon, having the real Tokio Hotel in my life; I wonder if anyone noticed and realizes who they are; because they have got to have other fans in Toronto. I sighed and put on my hoodie before exiting the stall; I can't stay here no more. There's nothing to do, and it's driving me crazy; I need a new iPod. Without it I get bored really easily.
I walked out of the washroom shoving my bag of arm warmers in the empty pocket of my hoodie; I slowly walked out of the bookstore and walked down the hallway to the escalators. There are two side by side--these kinds are the one where only one person can use it at a time. I walked down them and carefully made my way out of the building.
Ten minutes later I stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus; I sighed with relief. It's so hard walking and looking around like a criminal. Two minutes later a full bus stopped in front of me; I got on and inserted another three dollars, when I got my transfer I held onto the poll that was right beside the driver. There is no way in hell that I'm going to force my way into that mob of people.
Seven bus stops and ten minutes later I got off the bus and crossed the street to wait at another bus stop for a different bus. When I reached the bus stop I slapped my forehead; what was I thinking going on a packed bus? What if my father was in there? Holy shit. Never again.
The bus came to a stop after I waited for about four minutes; I got on the bus and showed the driver my transfer before walking to the middle of the bus right in front of the back doors; to stand in the little area where there is room to stand; what's the point in sitting if I'm getting off in three stops?
Four minutes later I pulled the yellow cord and walked over to the doors; when the bus stopped I stepped onto the steps and pushed the door open. I walked down the street and to the building. I walked up the pathway and into the lobby.
I grabbed my phone to check the time; the numbers 5:25pm flashed brightly. It's not too late, and not too early. I walked to the elevator and entered it just as the doors were closing. I wish I waited for the next elevator, or just walked up the stairs.
Tom's brother and some girl were already in the elevator; how perfect. I turned around and faced the door as the elevator slowly started moving up.
"Hi," The girl stated happily.
Who is she talking to?
"Are you Bill Kaulitz?"
Oh, she's talking to him. I guess she knows who he is.
"Ja."
"OH MY GOSH! I totally love your band! You guys are so GOOD!" The girl squealed.
"Thanks," Bill replied, uneasily.
Is he not used to having girls say this to him all the time? Or is he afraid because he doesn't have his bodyguard with him?
"What are you doing in Canada? Are you staying long? How long have you been here? Are the rest of the guys here too? Are you visiting someone? Can I have your autograph? Can I take a picture with you?"
Dude, slow down! Do you think that Bill will understand everything that you say? Honestly, some people are so stupid.
"Em. Yes, you can have autograph and picture," Bill replied.
The girl squealed and handed him a notebook and pen; he quickly scribbled in it and handed it back to her.
"Excuse me, girl?" The girl stated poking my shoulder.
I turned to her and noticed that she looked like she was thirteen and that she was holding a camera out at me.
"Can you take a picture of us?"
I shook my head, "Sorry, I don't use cameras."
"All you have to do is click this button here." The girl stated, as she shoved the camera into my hands.
I held in the urge to curse and sigh; this girl is the exact same way as my stupid Primadonna sister. If she wants me to take a picture, fine I will; but she's not getting a good one. I raised the camera up to my eye and snapped a picture of them. The girl looked really happy in the picture and Bill looked headless in the camera view. It's a good thing this camera isn't one of those digital view models; or she'd see the picture right then and there.
The girl snatched the camera out of my hands and she shoved it into her bag before turning back to bother Bill. I turned around and looked up to see that the elevator only made it up to the seventh floor; I hope this girl gets off soon.
After a few long seconds of the girl giggling and chattering she dropped down to her knees; what the hell she doing?
"Was machst du?" Bill stated warily.
"What?" The girl asked confused.
"What you doing?"
"Giving you a quick present," The girl giggled.
OH GOD! Please tell me that this girl isn't going to do what I think she wants to do! I felt my body tensing up.
"Nein! Nein! Nein!" Bill quickly stated.
When I saw the girl grab onto Bill's belt from the circular mirror at the top corner of the elevator I felt something in me snap. I turned around and grabbed the girl up from the elevator floor by her hoodie.
"What are you doing?" The girl whined.
The nerve of the girl. I shook my head and stated angrily, "I should be asking you the same thing. How old are you, and do you even know that person?!"
"I was going to give him a present, and I'm fourteen, and of course I know him."
Fourteen years old!! Dude, I'm seventeen and I never even kissed a boy before, and she was going to-- I shuddered. Disgusting.
I pushed the button with the number fourteen and grabbed onto the girls upper arm. She tried to struggle out of my grasp; good luck in trying idiot.
"You're only a child! This man could have AIDS or some other sexually transmitted disease. Do you want to get it too? I don't think so, get out and go home and be a good girl."
Luckily, the doors of the elevator slide open; so I pushed the girl out of the elevator and threw her bag to her. As the doors closed again the girl yelled, "FUCK YOU BITCH!"
I snorted, I potentially saved the girl's life and she calls me a bitch; life is so stupid. I crossed my arms across my chest and started tapping my right foot on the elevator floor waiting for the elevator to get to floor seventeen. I heard Bill sigh in relief, and then he mumbled, "Thanks."
It took a lot of will power not to turn around and yell at him for being stupid; why didn't he do anything to stop the crazy girl? I only got angry at the girl for her sake and not for his sake; I couldn't care less about what would happen to him.
Only one more level until I'm away from this stupid elevator; one for level until I'm away from--
Bill grabbed my shoulder and turned me to him; before I could react I felt his lips crash onto mine. WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!
I pushed him away and ran out of the now open elevator.
"WARTEN!!"
I'm sick and I can't go to placement today; so I decided to update;
Even though I'm always blowing my nose and sneezing every five minutes.
This chapter is so-so.
Ugh. I almost sneezed on my keyboard at this very moment.
German Translations
Was machst du? -- What are you doing?
WARTEN! -- WAIT!
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