I was lost. Surrounded by darkness, I herd a faint scream behind me. In that instant I knew who it was. I ran towards the sound, screaming his name, asking him how can I find him. I didn’t get a response but I herd the screaming again. While I got closer a little light was showing. He was curled into a ball in the darkness. His clothes were ripped to shreds. “T-Tom? Tom a-are you okay?” I stuttered.

“go back” he chocked. He leaned against the wall and sat up letting his legs relax, his body was covered in cuts and bruises. Shocked I asked “who did this to you?!.”

“go back,…please” he pleaded. I flicked my lighter to life, “o-oh my god!” his eyes were gone, torn out of his head. He looked like he was mauled by a bear. It looked like his torso was cut open and sewn together. I started to cry and wrapped my arms around him. “go back, please!” he pleaded and gave me one last hug.

“I’m not leaving with out you!” I cried.

“HE’S HERE LEAVE ME NOW!” he screamed “BEHIND YOU HAYLEY!” I turned around and the monster was right there. He had chocolate eyes. He had Tom’s eyes. He pulled out his knife and ran after me. I ran away from him as fast as I could, but then I felt the knife go into my back…

I woke up screaming at the top of my lungs, the scream scared me so I started to scream louder. I didn’t notice that I was curled into a ball in the corner of the room. All I can see was Tom, hurt…blind. I kept screaming because I still felt the knife in my back. The pain wasn’t gone yet. I screamed so loud I didn’t sound human anymore, then I felt the monster’s cold, hard, hands around my wrist, his eyes were looking into mine. They weren’t his eyes, they were Tom’s, Tom’s stolen eyes. “Hayley! Wake up it’s only me!” the monster screamed. He grabbed my face and I got a closer look on him, it wasn’t the monster. It was Tom. His frightened and confused eyes were looking at me. They were still his. I put my hand on his chest, no stitches or cuts were there, just a soft, smooth chest. “Oh Tom!” I cried and wrapped my arms around him and held him close to me. I started to cry, not just the teary eyes and such, I started to sob loud, hard, whole. I wept out the fear, hurt and sorrow. “shh, it’s okay Hayley” Tom shushed “it was only a nightmare.” “start from the beginning what did you see?”

“Tommi! I…seen him…again! He…was trying to…kill me!” I choked

“its okay, he’s not here, it’s just me and you” Tom said

“that’s not all Tom!”

“well tell me, just calm down”

“he…had…your eyes!” he stopped rubbing my back. “what do you mean hun?” he asked

“in my dream you were, suffering, I was surrounded by darkness, and I found you…your eyes were gone! He cut you open and stitched you up again!” I wailed. Tom stared at me for a while, “I think you need a therapist” he sighed. I shook my head in response and put my head against his chest and listened to his heart, “I need those prescription pills the doctor gave me” I whispered

“are you sure they’ll knock you right out” Tom stated

“but they stop me from dreaming.” Tom got up and went to the medicine cabinet and grabbed my pills I hated taking pills but after what happened in my life I just didn’t care at all. Tom came back with two tablets and a glass of water. I swallowed the two chalky tablet slowly and gave the glass of water back to Tom. He put the glass on the night stand and picked me up. He laid me on the bed and wrapped his arm around me. I put my head against his chest again and listened to his heartbeat. Then I fell into a sleep state.

**

“doctor it’s getting worse” someone whispered, very sleepy I opened my eyes and seen tom on the phone talking to someone. “she keeps seeing this person or ‘monster’ trying to kill her,” he listened to the phone for a little bit.

“it’s started when she found out what happened to her friends and her brother

“also this nightmare was different than the other ones, this time…She seen me, suffering. Dying to better put it

“well you see…she said the killer cut my eyes out, cut my stomach open and sewn my stomach back up. And she said the monster took my eyes to make them his own.

“yes I know its disturbing but that is the same way her brother died…and her best friends. “look I have to go, she’s starting to wake up I’ll talk to you later,” he looked at his watch “well later on today, thanks doctor, bye” he hung up the phone and laid next to me. “hunny are you ok?” he whispered, I looked at him with teary eyes. I shook my head in response. “what’s wrong?” he asked

“I‘m messed up!” I sobbed “my life is ruined! I have no family, I’m nothing!” I curled myself into a ball and put my head against my knees. “I have no family Tom, he killed them all, to get to me. I have to live with that guilt!” I yelled out my last sentence because it was true. Tom wrapped his arms around me. “this wasn’t your fault” he whispered and kissed me on the cheek. After that I fell asleep.

All that had happened in the those three days that I had spent on the boat were the most important I have ever experienced in my lifetime. They saved my life from continuing as how it was and it brought me to Bill. It made me realise that nothing is more important than protecting the people you love, and keeping them alive, cause they are all you need in this world.

That was five years ago. Bill and I have been through a lot together since then, including almost getting caught when we went to buy a house together and realising at the last minute that the real estate agent was in fact the dumb sergeant from the boat, who had dragged me all along the corridor towards that small white room. His name turned out to be Ryan Doyle, and he appeared to have put on a few extra kilos since we saw him last. We managed to get away at last without him recognising who we actually were, which was extremely lucky for us. But we ended up getting an apartment instead. Bill’s brother Tom actually moved back to Germany when we arrived so it has been only him and I. Two and a half years into our relationship we got married. Bill proposed on the night of our two year anniversary.

I lay sprawled out across the park beach overlooking the ocean, the ocean where I first met Bill. The sun was setting and the tide was out and the water was flat. I was comfortable and relaxed and there was no one else around. I was waiting for Bill to come down after he went back to get something.

I closed my eyes for a second, before opening them to find Bill's face looking down at mine from above. I smiled as he leaned in for a quick kiss.

“What did you need to go back to get?” I asked, still cupping his face gently in my hands and looking up at him.

“I forgot my lighter.” he answered, pulling away from me slowly and standing up straight.

“Oh.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me off the bench so I fell onto the grass.

“Bob!” I screeched dramatically. He giggled and starting running towards the sand on the beach.

“Are you coming or what?” he yelled back. I got up, dusted the grass off my arse and chased after him.

It wasn’t long before I caught up to him. He was a slow runner because he had hardly any wind from all the smoking. I tackled him and we both collapsed on the sand in a heap.

As soon as he regained his breath and composure he said, “You know, I could beat you if I really wanted to. I let you catch me cause I know you‘ll get in a huff if I beat you at anything.” I raised my eyebrows.

“For your information I am perfectly capable of catching no matter how hard you try. It’s those damn cigarettes that do it to you. I don’t know why you crave them so much.” he shrugged slightly before I continued. “But face it, you’d never beat me anyway with those skinny legs of yours.” his mouth fell open in shock. I laughed and pushed the elbow he was leaning on to stay up. He slipped and fell down face first into the sand, which only made me laugh even more.

“That wasn’t nice.” he said, spluttering. I remained smiling but pulled him back up and wiped away the sand on his face, being careful not to scratch his beautiful pale skin.

“I’m sowwy. Will Billy ever forgive me?” I said, pinching his cheek teasingly. He shook his head and turned away.

“Come on, I was only messing around. I love you.” I pouted when he ignored me still. Hmm..

An idea sprang to mind, making me giggle silently. I put an index finger next to each of his sides and poked him. He jumped in fright before turning around and starting to tickle me.

“Ahhhhhhh!!!” I screamed loudly. “Stop bloody tickling me you moron!” He stopped and hugged me tight.

“Did that hurt?” he asked. I shook my head. “Good.” he said. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” Then he whispered, “I want you to be mine forever.” I looked at him, happiness trickling through my veins as I peered into his clear blue eyes.

“I love you.” I whispered.

“I love you too. And I want to ask you something.” I nodded and watched as he pulled out a small black velvet box from his jacket pocket. My eyes widened as he opened it and whispered, “Be my wife?”

I simply nodded again. I was at a complete loss for words as he slipped the most gorgeous ring I had ever seen onto my finger. We kissed lovingly on the sand until the sun had disappeared into the sea.

Our wedding day was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Everything was black and White. Black and White balloons, cake, streamers, roses, everything. Bill looked fantastic in his black Tux and White tie. My dress was complete silk and gorgeous. It was completely White except for the Black lining around the neckline, sleeves and hem. We were the only ones there, apart from the priest, and that was how we liked it. Nothing went wrong and the day was perfect.

We have only ever really had one fight. I can’t even remember how it was like it was, but I was terrified. Terrified that I was going to lose the only person I loved.

"Why are you always doing this?" I screamed at Bill, after he had come home pissed for the fourth night this week.

He didn't answer and continued making his way into our room.

"You're gonna kill yourself one day you know. Don't you have any respect for my rights to feel safe and secure around you?" I said angrily as he pulled off his shirt and collapsed on the bed.

"Don't you have any respect for my rights to get pissed if I want to." he retorted. I huffed and stormed out of the room.

I was worried about him. That was the only reason I didn’t like him doing this all the time, because something bad could always happen, and I could lose him. I sat at the bench for a while, coffee in hand, thinking over what I should do. It was all too confusing. I had put up with this drinking and going out for ages and never said anything. Maybe I should have, as it gradually got worse and worse. I sighed, finishing my drink and walking back into the bedroom.

Bill was passed out on the mattress, asleep. I knew he wouldn’t wake up if I hit him around the head with a chair, but I still tried to be quiet. I got into bed and crawled over next to him, wrapping my arms around his middle. He shifted slightly without waking up. I kissed him on the cheek and he murmured. So he wasn’t really as fast asleep as I had originally thought.

“Do you still love me?” I heard him whisper.

“Yes of course I do. It’s just that you worry me, and every time you go out there’s the chance that something bad might happen and I might lose you.” I explained. He groaned.

“It’s hard to stop.” he said. I squeezed him tighter.

“How about therapy or something?” I asked. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders slightly.

“I don’t really know..”

“Please Bill, do it for me.” I pleaded.

“Fine. I’ll try it.” he said. I smiled.

“Thank you.”

There was a pause and we lay there just cuddling before he whispered,

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You might be wondering how that was a fight, but for Bill and I it was the biggest we had ever had.

Anyway, in the end Bill went to a clinic and got help. To this day he hasn’t touched another drink, and I’ve got to say I’m really proud of him. He’s tried so hard and he’s done it.

Even after everything, every distraction, every obstacle, Bill and I have remained the same. Our love for each other has never died and I doubt it ever will. As he looks at me from across the room, that smile creeping onto his face, I know that nothing else matters. Age, bringing up, appearance, none of it matters. All that matters is that two people who love each other as much as life itself can be together, no matter what.

"Surprised to see me?" he asked, stepping closer so I could smell the cigarettes on his breath. I had to stop myself from retching every time I took a breath.

"Do you even recognise me?" he smirked, obviously knowing full well what the answer was. Of course I recognised him. He was one of the men who nearly succeeded in committing a serious crime. He was the older guy, still wearing his singlet and grubby clothes that he was wearing when I first saw him barely three days ago.

"Wh-what are you.. how are you here?" Bill Stuttered, not able to take his eyes of the man now standing directly in front of me. I inched away slowly, only to have him grab my sleeve with his filthy rotten stinking hand.

Bill was dying to launch himself at the jerk, I could tell, but he held back wisely.

“If you must know, Bill, I broke out of that little hell hole I have been stuck in for the past day and a half or so. Me and Bruce knocked the shit out of the door before it collapsed and we could get out. The idiot security or whatever they call themselves didn’t even notice. They only noticed when we, being desperate as we were, caused quite a lot of nice damage to the hull.” he stopped and smirked at the shocked expressions glued on Bill’s and my face. “Unfortunately, old Bruce got caught up when the water started flowing in to the goddam room from the gash we made. I escaped all right, but Bruce, and I’m very sorry to say this, didn’t make it.”

I was surprised to see a sad look of grief come over the guy’s face as he finished his speech. He almost looked real for a moment, and it made you remember that he was actually a human being. As mean and uncaring as he seemed, for just that moment in time, he had a sensitive side. But, as expected, it didn’t last long.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to stop what I planned to do right from the very beginning.” he said. “and that would be killing the both of you.”

All of a sudden Bill launched himself directly at him, not able to keep himself back any longer. Pushing me aside for the moment, but still holding my sleeve with a couple of fingers to make sure I didn’t get away, the guy gripped Bill’s throat with his free hand, and pinned him to the railing. As much as I wanted to do something, I knew it would be impossible. But as Bill was being pushed further and further out over the edge, fighting for air to remain conscious, I forgot everything and just lunged right at the guy holding Bill, anger surging through my veins, just wanting him to go and never come back, even it meant me to kill him, I didn’t care.

He staggered as I ran into him unexpectedly, but regained his composure immediately and turned for me, knocking me over with a direct kick to the face. I fell to the ground, eyes closed for a second. When I opened them, my entire face in pain, it was just in time to see Bill being pushed over the railing and into the swirling water. The one thing that was important to me in my life, gone.

I was about to get up to go jump in after him but the guy, the murderer, stepped right onto my chest, stopping me from going anywhere.

“You bitch!” I squealed. “Let me the fuck go!” I squirmed, desperately trying to escape. He shooshed me by pressing harder with his foot. The pain git worse and I started losing air

“Don’t worry, I won’t keep you from joining your filthy boyfriend much longer. I understand how much you two love each other. It’s disgusting how someone like you could ever love a filthy piece of scum like him. You deserve so much more.” he breathed, leaning down so he was right in my face. “My name’s Joe by the way.” he said, before getting off me, and the next thing I knew I was being tossed into the cold water to join the love of my life.

“Bill?!” I screamed out, trying my hardest to simply keep my head above the water. I heard nothing in reply but the sounds of the waves against the sinking boat and the voices of the people on board as they clambered into their awaiting lifeboats.

I waded around helplessly for what seemed like hours, just searching for Bill. I had drifted away from the boat, but thankfully not out to sea, more towards the coast. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands on my back. It scared the shit out of me, my bloodcurdling scream lasted about a second when someone pressed their finger against my lips, as I turned around automatically to see what or who it was, I found my lover’s eyes staring back at me. They were tired and dull after trying to stay afloat in the water that was gradually getting choppier as the sun went down and darkness began to settle itself in.

As soon as I saw him I gasped, and grabbed his head with my hands.

"Huh? Now?" I asked, sitting up. Bill simply nodded and motioned for me to get up.

The next thing I knew we were hurrying back down the wall and sneaking away, determined as hell not to be seen by anyone. As I took a quick look out over the water I saw that the shore was less than a kilometre away and the boat had slowed down quite a bit.

"Um, Bill." I asked, as he stopped at the bottom of the stairs trying to decide which way to go.

"Yeah?" he answered, turning around.

"How are we going to get off this thing without being seen?" I asked. It was the question I had been pondering endlessly since this afternoon when that woman threatened us.

Bill didn't answer straight away and for a moment I thought he hadn't heard me. Just as I was about to repeat the question his eyes lit up and he looked me directly in the eye.

"How did you get on here 3 days ago?" he asked me. I stared at him as the memory came back to me. I had completely forgotten about that.

"Uh, will you believe me when I tell you?" I asked.

"It depends what it is." said Bill curiously.

"Ok. I swung from a rope from the ramp onto the deck." I said, biting my lip. For a moment Bill looked as though he had no idea what to say.

After a few moments he said, "Right, well then that's what we'll do. We'll swing from that same rope, only in the opposite direction." My mouth dropped open in disbelief.

"But the woman said there'd be guards everywhere. They'd see us for sure."

"Well can you think of any other way?" Bill asked. I opened my mouth to argue, but closed it when I realised he had a point.

"No. I'm just curious at how they're not going to see us." I said. Bill grabbed my shoulders and turned me to him, forcing me to look him directly in the eye.

"Don't you believe that I can get us off this thing?" he demanded. I didn't reply.

"Honestly, Hayley, just trust me." he said, lowering his voice. And once he said that, I did trust him. I trusted him with my life.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want anything bad to happen, that's all." I murmured. He pulled me in for a hug.

"Don't worry. Nothing will." he said, his arms tightening around my waist. "We'll get off, then we'll run away. Far away where no one will ever find us. Then we'll start a new life together." I pulled back and looked at him.

"You mean live together?" I questioned, surprised at what he'd just offered.

"Well.. I mean.. only if you want to.." Bill said, pulling back and looking as if he's said the wrong thing.

"What? Of course I want to. I just never thought of it." I said. Boy, I had never expected this.

"Great." Bill smiled, looking happier.

As my mouth opened, ready to respond with an "I love you", I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. It was a middle-aged man wearing a lifejacket. As soon as he saw us he ran off, yelling from his mouth, "They're here! They're here! I found them!"

Bill cursed under his breath before I grabbed his hand and started to lead him away.

"Where should we go?" he asked me. I stopped to think for a second.

"I wonder why he was wearing a lifejacket?" I said, more to myself than Bill, instead of answering the question he asked.

"I'm not sure. Maybe he can't swim and the crew made him wear it in case he fell in" said Bill. I wasn't satisfied though.

"What if it's not that? What if the ship's in trouble?" I said, worried. Bill squeezed my hand with his.

"I don't reckon so. Besides, if it was, we're not really that far out from land anyway. See, look." He said, pointing out towards the land, which was now even closer.

"I guess. I'm still not too sure though."

"Just stop worrying ok? Everything's going to be just-" A voice over the PA stopped Bill mid-sentence.

'Could all passengers please report to the deck as the first lifeboats are loaded. Women and children only first. Once the women and children are off, the men may board the lifeboats. Please do not panic, for you are all safe.'

I gave Bill an 'I told you so' look as we both turned on our heels and sprinted to the back of the boat. As I peered over the edge, being careful not to slip and fall in, I noticed we were down lower than we should've been. This obviously only meant one thing. The boat was sinking.

"What do you think happened?" I asked Bill. He didn't answer.

"Bill?" I turned around to see Bill staring wide-eyed at something behind me.

I turned around to find my own eyes widening in the shock and fear of the person standing right in front of me.

Oh god, not again. Please, this is not happening.

“shit” I muttered

SUSPECTS:

A) BILL KAULITZ (at age 12)

B)TOM KAULITZ (at age 12)

C) MOI HAYLEY STARLIGHT (or Misery what eve) (at age 12)

D) GEORG LISTING (at age 21)

E) GUSTAV SCHAFER (at age 10 or 11 ur choice)

AND YOU!! YES IF YOU WANT TO BE A GUEST STARING IN THIS FANFICTION U CAN COMMENT ME WAT U LOOK LIKE AND MAYBE U (or someone else) CAN BE IN THIS THING!! OH YEA AND ONE MORE THING....

im guessing you guys don't care sooo...im gonna wait and see how many ppl are reading and commenting on my other chapters before i move on (sry for any cliffhangers too!!)

I LOVE YOU ALL *kisses* 

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I opened my eyes after a number of taps were placed on my shoulder.

“Emily, wake up.” whispered Bob’s urgent voice.

“Yeah, I’m awake. What’s up?” I asked, worried as I soon noticed his nervous face.

“We have to go.”

fuck.

I leant back and closed my eyes. I had got myself into some deep shit here. So deep I felt I would never be able to get out, yet I still had no idea how the hell I had gotten into this goddam mess in the first place. I took a few deep breaths, calming me down for the moment. I opened my eyes and studied the room. It was pretty tiny and boring. The walls were completely white except for a photograph of the boat on it’s maiden voyage way back in ages ago, as the picture was black and white and all, framed and hanging up on the wall across the room from me. As I got up to get a drink of water and a sandwich, if they had any decent ones that were vegetarian and good enough to eat, I noticed another door in the wall next to it. It was the same as the one I had come through, except it had a small barred window in the top half. I peaked through, seeing a room practically the same as the one I was in at the moment. Except this one was different. Horribly different.

I dropped the half filled cup in shock.

“what’s the matter?” I asked

“I’m sorry its just that…” he stopped and wiped the tears away “none of this would have happened to you if you didn’t meet me” he sighed.

“hey,” I made him look at me and I put my hand on his cheek. “I rather die tomorrow than go on a 1000 years not meeting you”. He smiled “don’t talk like that”

“sorry” I said and pulled him in for a kiss

**

I woke up the next morning to sunlight bright and warm on my face. I shielded me eyes with my hand and sort of sat up a bit. I had spent the night huddled with Bill under only a blanket on the deck. We had nowhere else to sleep since the staff had taken Bill's room key. I looked down at him sleeping and smiled as memories from last night came back to me.

There were a few people already taking their morning strolls along the deck, many of whom stared at Bill and I. I didn't blame them. They had every right to stare. I sat up completely and stretched. Bill stirred when I did that.

"Hey." he said, sitting up and blinking in the sunlight.

"Hey. Did I wake you?" I asked. He yawned.

"Nope, that's okay." he said. Then he leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. I blushed slightly.

"You hungry?" he asked. Then I remembered I hadn't eaten in over a day. I was starving.

"Yeah, you?" I asked. He nodded and stood up slowly. I grabbed his hand when he held it out and helped me up. We left the blanket lying on the deck and walked hand in hand towards the restaurant.

We sat at the usual table next to the window. A new waiter was there today. He was old and combed his hair over to cover his ever-growing baldness. It was funny. Bill ordered our food while I stared out the window at the water. It was dark blue and sparkled in the sunlight.

"So." Bill said when the waiter had left. "We never really made it to that movie, did we."

For a second I was a bit confused, but then remembered what he was talking about.

"Yeah, I know." I said.

"Do you know what movie they're playing today?" he asked me.

I shrugged. "No. What?"

"The Rocky Horror Picture Show." My mouth fell open.

"Are you serious? That's my favourite movie! How did you find out?" I was excited. I really was.

"The nurse told me when I was in the paramedic room." he said. "So, do you wanna go see it? It starts at 11.”

“Sure. Do you want to?” I asked.

He nodded. “I‘d love to.”

We finished our food in pretty much silence. I guess we were both thinking. I know I certainly was.

The waiter came and collected the plates, and Bill wrote out the check. I stared at him while he did, still not understanding how a beauty like him could ever love someone like me. But that was Bill, to look deeper than a person's sheer appearance.

A few minutes later I was to be found walking with Bill up the stairs and into the small cinema, where the credits were starting to roll. We found a couple of seats up the back right in the corner. The room was practically empty except for a family of five down the front and an old couple across and a few seats back from them. No one even noticed our arrival.

I snuggled up to Bill and he put his arm around me. Everything was perfect.

The movie began, the red lips opening and singing Science Fiction, Double Feature, one of my favourite songs from the movie. I was excited to see it, as I hadn't seen it for absolute ages. I could tell Bill was too.

We watched the movie in silence, naturally. But occasionally we would share a peck on the lips, or a cuddle.

"I'm just a sweet transvestite!" sang old Frank-N-Furter. He was my favourite character out of all.

I looked up at Bill. He was watching the scene with the utmost concentration. He caught my eye and smiled, squeezing my hand. I leaned up and kissed him smack bang on the lips. He kissed me right back, ending in a pretty heavy make-out scene.

I was so into it, I must admit, that I didn’t even notice a couple of guards come into the room. Until one of them came over and tapped me on the shoulder. It startled hell out of me when he did, and I turned around to see what the hell was going on.

“Are you Miss Hayley Starlight?” he asked me. I looked at Bill. He looked as surprised as I was.

“Yes.” I said, confused.

The guy nodded. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to come with us.”