Heyyy guys I do apologize for this chapter being so short! I was babysitting all week! Yea guess what I did for valentine's day I was babysitting- I really need a life! I put a snip of my new story from fiction press on here!
Rated T: For strong language, and slight sexual content
A/U:If you didn't already guess*Or read the last three chapters* this is the sequel to Tom she's Fifteen! So if you haven't read that story you might want to or you might not understand!
Disclaimer: I don't own Tokio Hotel or any of the members- I just do this for the love of writing and my love for Tokio Hotel
After she was fully dressed in shorts and a tube top it was time to talk.
"We should talk," She turned around and cocked her head to the side. She then pursed her lips, and turned back around. Since she completely ignored me I repeated what I had just said.
"Damn it Bill, we're not married, you don't have to yell!"
I looked at her in shock. "I just said we should talk," She just stayed turned to me. "What the Hell are you even doing?"
She turned around to me with a syringe in her hands. The room fell into a silence as I tried to figure out what it was. Was she a diabetic, or was that a tranquilizer? When I finally realized what it was my mind must have popped out of their sockets.
"Heroin!" I yelled.
I couldn't believe it! I knew she had smoked pot. But everyone smokes pot at least once, this was much more dangerous! It was unbearable as I froze as she stuck the needle into her skin. The look on her face changed from mad to calm. After she had finished a smile creped long across her face.
"Now," she calmly said.
"Let me say this. You found me, that's great. But you still don't need me in your life- you're not ready for me, and as you can I have made it for myself in just a few months." She then turned around again.
I stood there thinking to myself. "You don't want me do you?"
She turned around with another syringe in her arm. "No, it's that you don't need me." After that she pressed the thumb rest down injecting the drug into her skin.
Her eyes fluttered, and she walked down to the bed where I was sitting. She sat down, resting her light frame against me. When I looked to talk to her I saw that she had passed out.
Not knowing what else to do I grabbed her bridal style and called for a taxi.
Oh I am so sorry! I can not write I have major, major writers block! And you guys are just so great with reviewing I feel so bad, if I may I will write the next chapter extra long and to make up with this here is a snip of my new fictionpress story called the Victorian age, again I am so sorry about this! So, so , so sorry!
the three girls sat at in the tea room discussing issues that seem only presentable in these situations. All three in their hoop skirts, corsets and hair curled then done up into a bun of sorts. Their topics were solemn ranging for parliament to the gossip of who was to be the next bride in the Victorian village. All their eyes were dull with boredom.
A small sound came from the next room. "Drat! It can go to the hell from which it came!" Yelled a tall girl that walked into the room, her strawberry red hair down and eyes un-matching, no corset only in a nights slip giving the appearance of her being a loon. She slammed an old dusty book down onto the table making the tea kettles shake and just drips fall down the side.
"Genève?" Called out Adella "Are you restless again?" The tall girl looked her eyes red from lack of sleep. "I can't comprehend. The small of the Phoenix is born of its ashes, then but is only one? It's the bird of Zeus – see and only when his anger come"- She was cut off by one of the three.
The woman uncrossed her thin legs only to cross one with the other once again. "I see it to the best that you put away this Roman mythology, it seems like a devils curse on you. You should be sent away. You seem very unhealthy, your skin looks as if it has never been touched by the days light, your hands are un-kept, you are not even wearing a skirt only a slip."
"Cecelia? Why if I look very unhealthy why do you look as if like the seed of the earth has not touched your lips in ages?" Rebuked the girl. "I have heard it from my sister that you are arranged for marriage? I see it that you don't eat because you do not like this man, nor even close to love? If so I can see that you are not eating to insurrectionary the marriage to cause worry, and it to be canceled as soon as possible."
The young bride looked upon the girl awestruck for she was exactly right.
The barbaric looking girl smirked and walked out of the room leaving the three in peace once again.
Genève's younger sister, Agatha looked down in shame. "I do apologize for my sister, she is a bit berserk." She stammered pulling a lose blonde curl behind her ear.
"Hmm," Scoffed Cecelia. "What I don't understand is why she is getting wed before you are Agatha; also that she is to be wed to your brother Adella." She exclaimed.
"Harrison isn't too against it." Stammered the youngest girl in the room. Her eyes dark and hair to match. "But he has yet to meet her; he just knows that she is a bit a loon!" Yelled Cecelia again. The moment sect till all emotions was back to dry gossip.
"the only reason…" started Agatha "she is being wed is so my parents can have her curse gone as soon as possible- she is nothing but a burden here.
"Ow" Screamed Genève.
"If you would stop moving it wouldn't hurt," Yelled her sister as she did up the lace of the corset. "If you were like the rest of us you would be used to wearing this, and you would have some manners!" She said raising her voice each line she crossed until it was the perfect look from the back.
"There"
The crazy turned around to look in the mirror, her hair curled and done half up, hoop skirt giving the exaggerated look of the hip, corset spun so tight that her waist seemed hardly there, and make up done so that was supposed to make her look the desirable pale of the day, but she already had the tone so it did nothing. She was clean and kept; the only thing that seemed off was her eyes still one blue one green.
She slowly creped out of the room to the staircase. She slowly stepped down, almost tripping half way down because of the heels.
"Wow" Stammered Harrison. He looked to his sister who stood by his side, then quietly whispered something in her ear, I thin smile crossed her face as he stretched up back to his full height.
"Hello." She said her voice as calm as possible. His lips turned into a flat line when she said this.
"I was expecting something slightly more robust?" He raised his eyebrow to her. A small frown crossed her face when she saw the white hyssop in his hand.
"A white hyssop is the flower that symbolizes the warding away of evil spirits." She said her voice still calm and solemn. He looked down quickly.
"Well I can say I didn't know" He lied, "Let me take you out and we may find something more fitting for the occasion?" He offered her his hand. Slowly she reached out her hand to hold his. She felt awkward, when their hands connected. It didn't seem right, like something was wrong, maybe it was because she was wearing gloves.
They walked out of the old house to the streets lined with carriages hooked to large Clydesdales. "The sun is very bright today wouldn't you say?" She looked to him then to the sun, till it started to burn her eyes.
"Are you crazy?" He asked pulling her face away from the sun. "If you stare at the sun too long you will go blind!" She looked at him shock. "Have you never been outside?" She paused for a moment
"Not in a long while, I do not wish to come out."
"What do you do all day then?"
"I read."
He was shocked. "You can read?"
She nodded. "I also know French and Latin."
"Really, I can barley read myself, it doesn't seem something worth spending my time doing all day." She looked at him like her was crazy reading was one of the few things she was allowed to do. Reading was one way she thought she wasn't crazy like everyone had told her so.
"How about this one?" He said changing the subject, as he picked a wilting black red rose from the ground. "You want me to die! Anything even close to dead mean death."
He looked at her shocked. "Maybe going back to the house would be better than staying out here."