Date: 02/18/18 11:02 pm Title: Epilogue - The End
this was a good story!
Date: 03/08/15 03:43 pm Title: Bill - The Hell That Is My Life
Oh man, poor baby! And btw this is the most British thing i have ever read, are you English haha?
Date: 01/22/15 06:11 am Title: Epilogue - The End
this was a good story!
u should a sequel to this
Date: 01/20/15 10:13 am Title: Epilogue - The End
this was a good story!
u should a sequel to this
Date: 01/19/15 11:03 am Title: Epilogue - The End
this was a good story!
u should a sequel to this
Date: 02/23/12 09:03 pm Title: Epilogue - The End
Oh, gosh, i love this fic so, so much *wipes tears* Can't even begin to explain my love for it! Good job!!
Date: 12/31/10 01:06 pm Title: Epilogue - The End
Simply loved it! Thank you! :)
Author's Response: Aww, thank you :))
Date: 11/26/10 02:42 am Title: Epilogue - The End
Loved it.
Author's Response: I'm really glad :)
Date: 01/19/10 03:39 pm Title: Epilogue - The End
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thats wa SSOOOOO cute!! and those parents!! wanna slap them round the face!! but i love tom n bill!! this is a really gd fanfic!! good wook, keep it up!
Author's Response: Thank you so much for the kind words :D
Date: 10/10/09 11:36 pm Title: Epilogue - The End
this is so sweet!
Author's Response: thank you :)
Date: 07/06/09 11:48 pm Title: Tom - Small Talk
Why does he think he has the power to tell me what I can and can’t do, and punish me for the things I do wrong, when he’s never actually about when I do them?- cause he’s your parent and he owns you until you’re 18
“You know you love me.”
“Do I, now?”
“Yes. Lots and lots and lots.” I pulled another smile that showed all my teeth at her and she punched me in the arm.
“You owe me big time,” she said, pushing me to standing. “Just this once”. - lol
I scampered out of my room towards the fire exit at the end of the hallway. – his house has fire exits?
I ducked my head so I didn’t appear to be watching them and they approached closer. Before I knew it, he almost sat on me. – lol lap full of Bill.
There was also something vaguely familiar about him… but I couldn’t place it. I knew that hair… and that make up… and that whole attire. There weren’t many people that walked about town dressed like that, let alone anywhere I went, but I just knew that I recognised him from somewhere. – dude how dense are they? They are both sort of young could it be HS?
“You’re holding your side, and you seem to be in pain,” I said bluntly, turning my body so it mimicked his, facing him. “You did something to it.”
“Oh that, it’s nothing.”
“Liar.”
“Excuse me?”
“I called you a liar, because there’s something you’re not telling me.” - *snorts*
“Okay, well first off, you’re holding your side so you’re obviously in pain like I said, you’re not taking your hand away from your hip so it’s that spot that’s hurting you, you ran in here not long ago whilst looking behind you so you’re scared, you have worry lines appearing on your forehead and you look physically drained. Am I right?” – um k
“This is weird.” – they are so stupid!
“Why do you want to help me?”
I grinned and dropped the headphones back to where they were resting before. – ah the power!
He turned around and vanished back in a different direction he had arrived in; he was avoiding something. Or someone. – where did he go to?
I couldn’t get my mind to stop thinking about what was bothering him, even though it was none of my business, really. – ha ha already in a Bill trap.
Bill looked like he hadn’t eaten in a year, never mind two weeks. He looked like he’d snap at any given time. – sounds about right. I think Tom’s ready to adopt Bill now.
down my oesophagus – oops esophagus
I fell asleep thinking of Bill. – awh! lol
Author's Response: Fire exits, back doors, call them what you want :P
Date: 07/05/09 08:47 pm Title: Bill - Escape To The Stars
Mr. Henry tipped the paper so I could see the top, and a big fat F greeted me. My lips formed the word ‘oh’ and the teacher sighed. “I don’t know what happened, Bill. How did you manage to go from a B to an F?” – ouch!
Keeping my hand on the side of my stomach that was still steadily leaking, I left the classroom, hoping that it hadn’t soaked through my jumper. Thank God for the dark colour it was. – *groans!*
“Hey,” Andreas greeted me, an eyebrow raised at me.
I paused. “…What?”
He gave me a ‘what do you mean?’ look, and moved his eyes to look at where my hand was hiding. “I’m not stupid, Bill. Give me your bag.” – nice and why hasn’t Andi told anyone? They have strict child protection laws in Germany.
“Oh, that, I walked into my bedroom door the other night,” I said – most tired lie ever!!!
Andreas appeared out of the fridge, two cans of coke in one hand, and a large bar of chocolate in another – worst snack ever!!!! Eeeewwwww
“Are you going to show me, or do I have to ask?” – well you just did so…I guess you’re going to have to ask.
“And the others?”
I grimaced. I really, really didn’t want to show him those, but the look he was now giving me scared me to not show him. I slowly stood up from the bed, and pulled my sleeved down, pulling them over my hands that were curled up.
“What are you…?”
“Do you want to see or not?” I almost snapped, and he backed down. – lol
My sides, my hips and even my chest matched my wrists. The ones across my hipbones were the worst. I’d gone all out and even decided to draw the shape of a star on one of them, not caring what directions I was slicing in. The one I’d caught earlier was a deep red, crusted around the edges from being opened and the air stung it slightly. – ouch! I’m not 100% but I don’t think cutters make pretty marks on their bodies, I don’t think that have that kind of respect for themselves.
“Bill…” he finally managed to choke out. “Bill, why?” The grip on my fingers tightened and I soon felt the tears building behind my eyes again. Not only was I hurting myself, I was hurting Andreas, too. – nice!
We sat back on the bed after that, and didn’t say much. Andreas asked how I was, and I just shrugged and leaned back on the bed, glancing at the clock. I had four more hours in safety. Just four. Four hours, that would go by as quick as four minutes. – and why isn’t Andreas telling an adult?
He re-took my right hand in his and squeezed it, rubbing small circles on my knuckles. It felt nice, being comforted by something other than apiece of broken mirror, or a fragment of smashed light bulb. It felt real. – awh
“He said he’d have you back by eight… and it’s nine.”
“He said I’d be back by nine…” I said quietly, not wanting to upset her anymore.
“He didn’t. I know what I heard, Bill. I know what I heard.” – oy! Ok I’m just totally annoyed by them now! Make them go away!
An idea popped into my head, but the mere thought of it made my heart pound. – to leave?
Although, the second I saw my Father and his livid face, the pounding ended and I just did it. I spun on my heel and jerked the door open, disappearing through it faster than I’d ever done before, and I’d left the house in a rush a few times. – ta-da!
As I was about to sit on one of the two park benches a deep voice spoke and startled me out of my brains. I turned around on the spot and saw him. I recognized his face, but I couldn’t put a name to it even if you paid me to. – ha the fateful meeting!
ha ha I just got the chapter title lol
Author's Response: Andi does what Bill tells him, to, for a reason which is revealed a bit later, and Bill's not going to tell Andi to tell someone, soo...
Date: 07/04/09 12:58 pm Title: Tom - Bad
She sighed and sat by my feet. I curled them under my body, just in case she decided that a morning tickle might get me up. – lol
I pulled out a black t-shirt with a coloured flame pattern on it, along with jeans and an under-shirt. – does it really matter what he’s wearing?
“Good morning, Thomas,” she said in a monotone voice, hoisting her glasses a little higher as they were about to slip off the end of her nose. – she sounds like a barrel of laughs already.
“Your essay on American Prohibition and the thirty calculations from last time, please?” she said, holding out her hand as if waiting to receive something.
I carried on staring at her, not moving. “Not done ‘em,” I replied briefly, settling further back into the chair. – nice! *eye roll*
“Right, well. You’ll have to do them now. Which do you want to do, first? I’ll let you choose.” – she is saying the right things Tom’s just being a prick!
“I can’t do this first thing on a Sunday… Thomas, this isn’t going to work yet. You… you go out. Go out for an hour, and when you come back we’ll try again, okay?” – never mind she just said the wrong thing!
“Hey, Jen, I’m going out for a bit. Gustav’s place, most likely.”
“But what about…?” she asked, breaking away from cleaning the dishes, which she’d purposefully made dirty.
“She was the one who told me to go. Don’t worry; I’m not skiving… totally. I’ll be back laters, yeah?”
“Okay, bye, lovie.” - lol
It was about a fifteen-minute trek to Gustav’s house, so I pulled my new iPod out my pocket and stuck the buds in my ears, allowing the loud music to slowly deafen me as I plodded along. – nice!
He wheeled his chair forward and kicked my ass with his socked foot, playfully. I wafted my hands behind me and poked his insole, emitting a rather loud squeal from his lips. “You heard nothing!” he warned. - lol
“Don’t go?” he repeated and I nodded.
“Yeah. I never thought of that,” I admitted. I paused… “I might just do that.” – not too bright is he?
“Wait, you have a guitar?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I… just can’t play it.” – ha ha!
“Thomas Kaulitz, you had better get your butt back home this instant! And when you do get your ass home you’re going straight to your room, young man. You’re grounded.” Then my father hung up. – ha ha!!!
Author's Response: Nope, doesn't ~really~ matter, but it shows that it's something his parents wouldn't exactly approve of what he's wearing, and besides.... I really love that shirt xD He's not stupid, he's just given up on trying to win.
Date: 07/04/09 12:19 pm Title: Bill - Cut My Wrists
smacked my lips to try and erase the gammy taste of unconsciousness from them. – ewww
As I was pulling the jumper over my head of wet hair, my nail scratched one of the more severe, fresh gashes on the side of my stomach. After my Father had finished with me, I’d given myself a few more, because I was convinced I needed to be punished by me, because it was my fault that he’d had the need to beat me. – nice!
smudged some black liner around my eyes after using cover-up to hide the bruises and bags under my eyes and around my face. – hum!
I didn’t bother to lock the door on the off chance that someone would see me leave without locking it, and decide to burgle it and off them at the same time.
I could dream. – lol I have those thoughts too!
I figured that I’d go to the library and do the homework that I’d planned on doing two nights ago, even though I’d missed the classes and probably wouldn’t have to hand it in. I could maybe try and get some extra credit for it. – that works, good plan
I was beginning to get a headache; I wasn’t sure if it was dehydration, the early start, or a mix of the two.- probably both.
“I… I walked into my bedroom door the other night. Silly me, I guess.”
“Is that why you weren’t at school yesterday?”
“Uh, sure. Yeah. Knocked myself out.” – yeah that’ll fly…sure
I love the way that Andi finds all the marks on Bill’s body.
“Not here,” I whimpered, pulling my jumper back down. I never did check the time.
“Fine. You’re coming to my house tonight.”
“I can’t. You know that.”
“You can. I will call your parents tonight and tell them that you’re coming to mine because we have a… a science project due, that we can’t possibly do at break times because we need… things that are my house. Sorted.” - Nice cover Andi!
Author's Response: Ha, it's meant to sound unconvincing, but Georg is a bit of a douche, you could say, so he won't get it, and Andi is meant to catch on somehow ^_^
Date: 07/04/09 11:54 am Title: Tom - Leave Me Alone (I'm Lonely)
Something brushed past my face and I realised it was the edge of her skirt as she purposely shoved her butt in my face on her way to opening the curtains. – slutty much?
She’s also supposed to make sure I eat properly, four times a day – four?
She gave me a sympathetic smile and nodded at me, telling me I was being convincing. – nice, good to have someone to let you know if you sound like you’re faking it.
Yes, I’m doing fine, thank you, how are you doing? Yes, school is going great, top of the class, still. No, no girlfriend at the moment. Yes, they’re doing a wonderful job of looking after me; they’re always there when I need them. – nice!
Ha, ha, ha. First off, I don’t even see the wonderment of girls. There’s nothing special about them. From my experiences with them, they’re all just highly hormone driven drama queens, who spend way too much money on make up and outfits and simply want to use me to get into my pants and into my wallet. – ha ha yeah sometimes that’s true!
Is it any wonder I appear as a spoilt child? – nice that he’s not though.
Author's Response: She's not meant to be slutty, she's just poking fun at him. Four, including supper; I got the feeling that it seemed legit in their house. *shrug*.
Date: 07/04/09 11:41 am Title: Bill - The Hell That Is My Life
“So, you’re late home and you’re knackered?” – nice screwed no matter what he does, nice!
“Well, I’ve only one thing to say about whatever lass it was,” he had continued, “I feel mighty sorry for ‘er. I really do, being fucked by a faggot who’d probably prefer it up the ass, more.” – ouch!!!!!
I shut my door to my room gently, not allowed to make a sound, and too afraid to chip the paintwork for fear of having to re-paint it all, along with every other door in the house like I had to do last time. I learned that lesson the first time around. – oooohhh
“Come and make the tea, because I can’t be fucking bothered!” – ha ha nice!
With a heavy sigh, a painful sigh, too, I hauled my scrawny body up and planted my weight on my feet. My height grew as I unravelled myself, stretching my legs so I was standing fully. – this is an example of the nice tempo and the level of description of this story
hash browns – you English BUY? Hash browns? Can’t you make them yourself?
I mean, am I not even suitable for people to use their breath on? Am I that… wasteful? – oi! Super depressing!
“Bill, what are you doing? I asked you for a drink,” my Mother said, annoyed. “Don’t just stand there.”
“What do you want?”
“Now, now, Bill, where are you manners?”
I huffed silently. “I mean, what would you like?”
“Much better,” she sneered. – lol she’s giving him lessons on manners? Lol
This wasn’t anything to do with the fact that I hadn’t eaten in almost three days – why didn’t you eat while you were in the kitchen. You could have snacked while you cooked.
I never did make it to school the next day. – of course you didn’t sweet heart.
Author's Response: wow, long review :D Uhm, yes, we English generally buy hash browns. Frozen, too, which is even worse. ~ It's meant to be super-depressing at the beginning xD And he didn't eat for a reason ;)
Date: 06/27/09 03:16 pm Title: Epilogue - The End
Awwwwwwwwww. *sniff, sniff. Cry.*
Author's Response: *hands tissue* :)
Date: 06/17/09 06:12 pm Title: Epilogue - The End
*big grin* Aww that made me happy. We didn't get any poon, but it was still beautiful. I loved it and I love you!!!
Author's Response: I'm glad. Heh, I remember a conversation with you, And I said there wouldn't be any, ;) But at least there was porn happening behind the scenes :P I'm happy you liked it so much, I love you, too, bb <3
Date: 06/17/09 06:06 pm Title: Tom - Through the Pain
*smiles* Yay. *reads on*
Author's Response: Heheh :)