Camping trip - Tom Kaulitz

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓯𝓽𝔂 - 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻

ALISON'S POV:

I shut the door behind me feeling my emotions break in all at once. Tears of anger and sadness raced down my cheeks as I started walking towards my car. This was suppost to be a fun and crazy night, not a emotional break up. I can't get over the fact that Tom had kissed Claire a few minutes after we made our relationship serious, and he had even suggested it. 

I opened the door of my car quietly sitting inside. My head fell back and even more tears started welling up. I still can't believe what had happened. The look on his face as he was walking up the stage said a lot of things but even then I avoided looking at him. I know Tom will most deffinetly have a new girl around his shoulder the next week at school. It breaks me a little but at least I've got Ryan. He annoys me a lot but he's all I've got to make Tom regret what he had done, he hates Ryan. 

I started the car glancing at my side-view mirror. I bit my bottom lip spotting Bill and Tom walking from the same exit I ran out of. I studied them for a second noticing Tom's red cheeks and Bill's concerned face. I became worried for a second shrugging it off quickly. I can't let these stupid emotions get to me. 

I drove out of the parking lot that my car was parked in leaving the two brothers behind. I don't care if anyone finds out about the thing me and Tom had, it's all history. A stupid trap that both me and Tom fell for, it's nothing special really. Just two teenagers inlove with each other not thinking about the future. I hate this type of romance. I'll stick to one night stands if this will continue, it's what I'm best at.

I was driving through the heavy traffic as my vision blurred infront of me. My view was covered by tears and I almost couldn't see anything. I just want to go home and cry in my pillow, I hate today. My breaths got heavy. Why did this have to happen today? Why did this happen at all? Everyone will wonder where I am. They all probably know that something had happened. The way I stormed off of the stage wasn't normal at all, especially with Tom following behind me like a puppy.

TOM'S POV:

Me and Bill walked towards my car in silence. My mind was all over the place while Bill seemed genuenly worried about me. I just lost the woman I love the most, there's nothing worse that can happen to a person. I still haven't told Bill anything about what me and Alison had. I don't know if I want to tell him or speak about it to him, it just seems wrong. Bill is a great brother and I know that he won't laugh at me if I tell him the truth, he'll comfort me like he always does. I really don't want to lose him for that.

"You know you can tell me when something weird is happening in your life." Bill said as we aproached our car. He infromed me before that he will drive us both back home.

I kept quiet as I opened the passanger's door and sat in the car. I shut the door behind me seeing Bill walk around the car to get to the driver's seat. My head fell back against the seat as I thought about Alison for a moment. I hate it when she cries because of me. I hate myself for that. 

Bill got in the car starting it before his eyes gleamed over me. "You said that you will tell me about it." He said a bit stubborn. 

I rolled my eyes crossing my arms over my chest as my head turned towards his. "Yeah, I did say that but I'm starting to question my choices." I said a bit annoyed wanting to get home already. "Just drive away from here."

"You're such a baby." Bill muttered under his breath driving away from school. I couldn't care less what he thought of me. The last thing I needed to worry about right now is Bill's opinion. I only want Alison back, I'm gonna go insane. "I'm trying to be nice to you because I still don't know shit that had happened."

"God, Bill just shut the fuck up." I groaned even more annoyed by my brother. 

He kept quiet and only mumbled some stuff. 

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When we got to our house I went up the stairs to my room instantly without another word. I'm not in the mood to speak to Bill about whatever the fuck had happened. Everything is just falling appart for me and I hate it. I can't have a girlfriend without another bitch ruining it, it makes me want to see Claire dead. 

As I was walking up the stairs I slipped the button-up shirt off of me revealing my shirtless and a bit more comfortable. I opened the door to my room throwing the stupid shirt in a corner as I shut the door behind me. It's only 10 pm but it feels like it's been the whole day. So much had happened in the past 30 minutes that I just want to forget everything all together and drop dead on my bed. 

I unfastened my belt placing it on my bed as I jumped out of my big ass jeans. Just like the shirt they ended up in the same corner. I want to text Alison, asking her for forgivness but I somehow know that that'll make her block me. I don't really care tho, I have a million different ways of seeing her again. I walked up to my closet taking out some sweatpants and putting them on. I love sweatpants but I hate knowing that the ones I'm wearing Alison wore when I came over to her house one time. She wanted to see how my clothes fit her so she begged me to borrow her what I wore. She looked georgeous. The pants were 10 times bigger than her usual clothing but it still somehow made her body as beautiful as always. 

I dropped flat on my bed wanting to get away from everything. It's crazy how I still hadn't properly cried today, does that mean that I wasn't even that inlove? Maybe I just hadn't gotten the fact that we're not together anymore in my head. Why am I still thinking about it. My head doesn't have anything else to think of, it's normal thinking about that then. I want to fall asleep but I can't. Smoking a cigarette won't help me so much, I think it'll make everything even worse. 

I stood up from the bed and went towards the bathroom. My mom hid some sleeping pills that my stepfather used a couple months ago. The reason she hid them was because he was getting addicted. When I got in the bathroom I opened the small cabinet we had stocked with towels. Reaching over a big pile of towels I feel the small bottle in my hand as I bring it out. The sleeping pills are in my hand waiting to be used. I carefully  opened the bottle and plucked two of the white pills out. Maybe two is too much but I didn't use thee regulary, plus two is somehow of a lucky number. I closed the bottle putting it where I found it and closing the cabinet's door. I turned towards the mirror over the sink staring at myself for a moment. 

I'm so ugly. 

I stuck out my tounge putting the two pillls beside one another. I stare at myself while doing so trying to see what Alison saw when she had said that she hates me. Am I really that bad? Without any liquid I swallowed the pills closing my eyes for a hot minute as I feel them fall down my throat. I hope they kick in soon.

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