Stich ins Glück

After school, Livvy was walking down the hall to get outside, when she was ambushed by her cousin and her friends.

"Hallo, hässlich, wie geht es dir?" Anita sneered. Livvy barely understand the words that flew out of her cousin's mouth. She stood there, staring in confusion.Classed were hard for her, what with everything being in German. She was stuck having some lady follow her around acting as a translator.

"Um, what?" Livvy said, shrinking back. Anita threw her head back and laughed. Her friends laughed as well. Most of them were cheerleaders. Strong ones. Livvy didn't stand a chance. The girls surrounded her, making escape impossible.

"Du haben mich gehört." Anita smiled sickly. Her tone was menecing.

"Um, what?" Livvy said.

Anita pushed her, and Livvy fell into one of her friends, who shoved Livvy back into Anita. "DU BIST EINE HÄSSLICH HÜNDIN!" she shouted. The shoving continued. Livvy felt like she was in an angery mosh-pit.

"Lernen Sie Deutsch, du hure!" someone shouted. Livvy screamed. Anita grabbed her cousin by the throat and slammed her into the wall.

"Schreien nicht, du Schlampe!" Anita spat. One of her friends punched Livvy in the ribs, sending her crashing to her knees. Anita aimed a kick at her side, causing her to keel over in pain. Once she was down, the flock of girls started unleashing hell all over Livvy's body.

"Hilf mir..." she gasped one of the few German words she knew. But no one heard. "Bitte..."

Anita heard this and laughed. "Niemand wird Ihnen helfen." She laughed. "Du ficken!"

"Rette mich! Hilf mir! Bitte!" Livvy shouted. Her lungs were seething with pain. Anita and her friends laughed.

"Hey, verschwinden!" Livvy heard a male voice shout. Anita and her friends bolted. Livvy felt a hand on her shoulder, she opened her eyes to see the guy from earlier, Bill. His eyes were full of sincere concern.

"HEY! HILF MIR!" Bill shouted. He moved the hair out of her face. No one was coming. Bill fretted. He lift Livvy carefully in his arms and carried her down the hall.

"Why?" Livvy gasped.

Bill looked down. "Because, you don't deserve that. No one does." He said. Where had she heard that voice before?

"T-t-than-k-k y-ou." Livvy gasped. Her lungs were in bad shape, she could tell. The pain that she was in was unbarable. Bill quickened his pace. They finally got to the nurse's office.

"Oh my! What happened?" Livvy was thankful that she spoke perfect English.

"She got ganged up on." Bill said, laying Livvy on the cot.

"I need to call her an ambulance." The nurse said. And hurried off to the phone. Bill crouched down beside Livvy.

"Es ist alle okay." he murmured. "It's all okay. You're going to be fine."

Livvy smiled for the first time in a while. She faded out of the world, that for once, she wanted to be apart of.

Bill was wisked away in the ambulance, along with Livvy. There was no telling what would become of his Goddess. She was in bad shape. According to the medic, her lungs were bruised. Bill bit his nails as Livvy was rushed into the hospital. He called his mother and told her where he was. She was worried, as mothers often do, but was quickly reassured by him, that he was fine.

"Who is the girl?" his mother asked.

"Livinia Green. She's from America." Bill replied.

"Oh, my! Not that sweet, sweet, girl from down the street?" his mom said.

"The very same. I couldn't believe what they did to her!" He said.

"I'll call her Grandmother. Bill, let me know how she's doing." She said.

"Okay, mom. Love you."

"Love you, too." Bill snapped his phone shut.

Bill looked up to see Tom. No, wait. It wasn't. He just looked like Tom, he had the same hair, same clothes, and the same attitude about him, all that was missing was a lip ring.

"Hey, you. Are you here with Livinia?" He had a Danish accent.

"Yeah...who are you?" Bill asked.

"I'm Kristoffer. I'm her cousin. Why are you staring at me that way?" He said.

"Oh, sorry, you just look like my brother, Tom." Bill said.

"Oh, okay. What happened? I got a call from the school, and...yeah." Kristoffer said.

"She got jumped. By like six people. Are you from Denmark?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am. I'm in town visting my Grandmother." Kristoffer replied.

"Well, Kristoffer, I'm Bill. Bill Kaulitz." Bill said.

"Nice to meet you." he replied. "Wait, aren't you in...damn what are they called? Devilish?" Krisstoffer asked.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Bill said.

"I went to a bar and you guys were playing. Livinia listens to you guys all the time." he replied.

Bill's heart fluttered. She was a fan, but, did she know it yet?