[Fandom: Tokio Hotel] Sleeping with ghosts [PG15]
Title: Sleeping with ghosts
Pairing: None
Rating: PG15
Beta:
di_glossia(thank you, thank you, thank you!)
Genre: Drama, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Death
Disclamer: Tokio Hotel aren't mine.
Summary:
"Tom. Where is Tom?!"
His mother looked at him, perplexed and worried.
"Sweetheart, who is Tom?"
Sleeping with ghosts
Prologue
-Something missing-
And barely concious you'll say to no one
”Isn’t something missing?”
(Missing - Evanescence)
****
Slipping…
Troubled breaths.
A thud.
And it burns. God, it burns so much. It’s just too much.
“Tomi…”
And laughing. And crying. And running.
And stopping.
Slipping once again.
It’s always dark. And black as well.
Loneliness.
“Tomi?”
Jumping. Playing. Running one after the other. Laughing to the point of almost not being able to breathe. Rolling around on the lawn.
Chocolate ice-cream.
Clothes dirty from the grass.
Slipping.
Crying weakly. Falling. A shove. Laughter -not his -
“Tom?”
Grabbing onto something. Rising up again. Screaming.
The house. His room. His mother. The warm embrace of somebody that he loves so much. Without barriers.
A sweet kiss on the cheek.
His mother.
Goodbye, Dad.
“I love you, boys…”
A glance. “Us, too, dad”
Bye, Dad.
Tom by his side.
Holding Tom’s hand.
Playing with him, joking, laughing, crying.
Falling in the dark.
Loneliness.
Crying.
Screaming.
Loneliness.
*
He turned his head slowly. He felt like he was chained to the bed. It was so hard for him to move but he couldn’t understand why.
His eyes burned terribly. He closed them, searching for release as he looked at the neon light set above.
He tried to open them again. He tried to get used to the light but it was too strong. And he felt his head was about to split into two parts.
"Darling!"
The warm voice of his mother filled his ears.
With his eyes half-opened, he saw his mother coming closer to the bed. He looked at her face. Her eyes were red and it looked like she had been crying for a very long time. For a long - how long? - time. Perhaps too long.
What had happened?
His mother caressed his black hair and burst into tears the moment her eyes met her son’s.
"Oh… sweetheart… you’re okay… you’re okay!" she murmured through heavy tears.
Of course I’m okay… why shouldn’t I be? He felt like asking. But he held the words back.
He let his eyes look over the room. White. Bare. With a grim green ornament on the wall.
He hated green.
And he hated this place.
Where was he?
He looked all around him. A white room. And green. A piece of furniture against the wall. And large windows. Too large. And a pain in his chest. And an IV stand close to the bed. And his mother's tears.
It was a hospital room. A sterile, too white, hospital room.
He turned his head looking for his face, his twin’s face. Where was Tom? Maybe he was in the hallway. Maybe he went to buy something to eat. Maybe…
But he would definitely come back soon.
In a few minutes.
Surely.
But he wanted him now.
Where was Tom?
Where?
God, why was he in that bed? Why? What had happened? He couldn’t remember a thing.
And where the fuck was Tom?!
The machinery next to him started beeping out shrill sounds that increased in volume by the second. His mother looked at him, frightened.
"Darling, calm down!"
He looked around again. Tom was not there. He felt like crying. Tom wasn’t there!
More and more beeps filled his ears.
"Please, calm down, honey!"
His mother’s face was covered in tears.
"Where is he?" he murmured breathlessly.
"Who?"
"Tom. Where is Tom?!"
His mother looked at him, perplexed and worried.
"Sweetheart, who is Tom?"
****
Pairing: None
Rating: PG15
Beta:
di_glossia(thank you, thank you, thank you!)
Genre: Drama, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Death
Disclamer: Tokio Hotel aren't mine.
Summary:
"Tom. Where is Tom?!"
His mother looked at him, perplexed and worried.
"Sweetheart, who is Tom?"
Sleeping with ghosts
Prologue
-Something missing-
And barely concious you'll say to no one
”Isn’t something missing?”
(Missing - Evanescence)
****
Slipping…
Troubled breaths.
A thud.
And it burns. God, it burns so much. It’s just too much.
“Tomi…”
And laughing. And crying. And running.
And stopping.
Slipping once again.
It’s always dark. And black as well.
Loneliness.
“Tomi?”
Jumping. Playing. Running one after the other. Laughing to the point of almost not being able to breathe. Rolling around on the lawn.
Chocolate ice-cream.
Clothes dirty from the grass.
Slipping.
Crying weakly. Falling. A shove. Laughter -not his -
“Tom?”
Grabbing onto something. Rising up again. Screaming.
The house. His room. His mother. The warm embrace of somebody that he loves so much. Without barriers.
A sweet kiss on the cheek.
His mother.
Goodbye, Dad.
“I love you, boys…”
A glance. “Us, too, dad”
Bye, Dad.
Tom by his side.
Holding Tom’s hand.
Playing with him, joking, laughing, crying.
Falling in the dark.
Loneliness.
Crying.
Screaming.
Loneliness.
*
He turned his head slowly. He felt like he was chained to the bed. It was so hard for him to move but he couldn’t understand why.
His eyes burned terribly. He closed them, searching for release as he looked at the neon light set above.
He tried to open them again. He tried to get used to the light but it was too strong. And he felt his head was about to split into two parts.
"Darling!"
The warm voice of his mother filled his ears.
With his eyes half-opened, he saw his mother coming closer to the bed. He looked at her face. Her eyes were red and it looked like she had been crying for a very long time. For a long - how long? - time. Perhaps too long.
What had happened?
His mother caressed his black hair and burst into tears the moment her eyes met her son’s.
"Oh… sweetheart… you’re okay… you’re okay!" she murmured through heavy tears.
Of course I’m okay… why shouldn’t I be? He felt like asking. But he held the words back.
He let his eyes look over the room. White. Bare. With a grim green ornament on the wall.
He hated green.
And he hated this place.
Where was he?
He looked all around him. A white room. And green. A piece of furniture against the wall. And large windows. Too large. And a pain in his chest. And an IV stand close to the bed. And his mother's tears.
It was a hospital room. A sterile, too white, hospital room.
He turned his head looking for his face, his twin’s face. Where was Tom? Maybe he was in the hallway. Maybe he went to buy something to eat. Maybe…
But he would definitely come back soon.
In a few minutes.
Surely.
But he wanted him now.
Where was Tom?
Where?
God, why was he in that bed? Why? What had happened? He couldn’t remember a thing.
And where the fuck was Tom?!
The machinery next to him started beeping out shrill sounds that increased in volume by the second. His mother looked at him, frightened.
"Darling, calm down!"
He looked around again. Tom was not there. He felt like crying. Tom wasn’t there!
More and more beeps filled his ears.
"Please, calm down, honey!"
His mother’s face was covered in tears.
"Where is he?" he murmured breathlessly.
"Who?"
"Tom. Where is Tom?!"
His mother looked at him, perplexed and worried.
"Sweetheart, who is Tom?"
****