When Bill finally arrived from the party across the city, he found Tom on the balcony smoking a cigarette.
"I thought you gave those up?" Bill asked, coming up behind Tom. The sight of people rushing in and out of the hotel room was confusing, but knowing Tom, Bill knew that it was best not to get straight to the point.
"Yeah well if you had the night I just had you would be smoking one too." Tom said through the thick cloud of smoke.
"What happened?" asked, sitting in a chair that was facing his brother.
Tom dropped the cigarette as his shoulders fell, he started to sob quietly.
His chest heaved and his hands shook.
Never had Bill seen his brother fall apart in such a way.
Never had he seen him so affected, never had he seen his wall fall down so completely.
From inside the hotel room, Bill could hear the voice of their manager speaking to the police in a worried tone.
Bill stood up walked over and held Tom as he fell apart.
"What happened?" Bill repeated quietly.
"I don't know, Bill. I really don't know. She was fine one moment and then the next I hear noise in the bathroom and she's on the floor bleeding to death!" Tom sobbed, outraged.
Bill just hummed slightly as he rocked Tom has he wept slightly.
Bill was an Empath, someone who could feel other peoples pain, physically feel their pain, or even their happiness whatever emotion a person he came in contact with, he could feel.
That was the reason he felt so at home on stage. He fed off the emotions, the screams and the joy and pure adrenaline from the crowd. It was his drug.
But for Tom, it was always ten times worse, as if any emotions that he felt, were magnified to such an extent that at times, it made Bill physically and emotionally overwhelmed.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but can we talk to Mr. Tom Kaulitz please." Bill's eyebrows creased as the line the police man said reminded him of Paul Blart.
"Go away pain." Bill thought before thinking, 'Damn, I could use some pie.'
Tom took a shuttering breath as he stood up and wiped angrily at his eyes. He hated crying in front of other people.
"Sure." he said.
Bill patted his brother on the back before saying "I'll be inside," quietly.
Tom and the officer sat down at the table on the balcony.
"I need you to tell me what happened, Mr. Kaulitz." The officer says as he pulls out a pen and a note book.
Tom took a deep breath and informed him of the nights events to the best of his memory.
Meanwhile down by the pool area there was a dark shadow lurking there. As the shadow moved the moon light reflected off of the blade of a knife. Red with blood.
"Love am I watching you swim, or just seeing you drown is it tragedy or comedy." A girls voice softly sings in the night..