Eselin's p.o.v
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The feeling in my throat hurt more for each step I took. The voices started to echo every time I thought of him. His face and voice traced thru my mind.
He made me crazy, so I had to run.
For each step I took away from him the more the voices faded but it just hurt me instead.
I could feel the cold tears fall down my warm cheeks.
I needed to get out of here, now.
I wanted to forget and escape.
I needed to run away from the noise.
I could feel my feet ache from the walking down the street. My legs and arms cold.
I was so overwhelmed and didn't know what to do anymore. I felt as it was best if I ran away. To run away from the voices, they were out for me.
I walked around the street with my arms crossed. Looking around, fearing for them. Fearing if they'd get me. Feared that I was too week.
I saw a telephone box on the side.
I didn't know why but I needed to call someone.
I took a big step onto the sidewalk with water splashing onto my legs.
I realised that I didn't even need to use the phone box since I had the flip phone he had given me.
I leaned my back against the wall and put my hands down my jacket pocket.
I held the phone with both my hands. It had been months since I held one since they had taken mine.
I held the cold phone, pressing my fingers against it while staring at it.
I noticed some small stickers stuck against it.
Feeling the presence and smell of him.
I took a deep breath while wiping away my tears. I knew that it was for the best.
I opened the phone and I instantly saw his name.
"Tom." It said on the small digital screen.
I pressed on notifications and it said "15 missing calls from 'Tom' "
I wanted to cry but I didn't. I ignored the messages and I finally pressed on 'new contact' and now pressing in a new number.
I pressed on the big button and I slowly heard a beep, it was calling.
I felt the panic in my body as I wasn't ready to hear a familiar voice.
I listened to every beep, nervous for what I might hear.
My heart was racing and i heard a click. I nervously breathed when I heard her voice.
"Hello?" She said.
My heart sank while I heard that comforting voice.
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A painter's game - Tom Kaulitz
FanfictionThis story is inspired by My living nightmare, a different story and not as rough. But with an Interesting story, suprises, plot twists and more. A young girl moves to germany, gets a job at a new place owned by the puissant twins, Tom Kaulitz and...