The Immortal World's Saviors

I heard his feet walk out of the room, waiting a few minutes before opening my eyes. When it came time, they popped open. Bringing up my hand to my lips I felt when his lips had been a few minutes before.

Tom/Bill P.O.V
I can't believe I just kissed her. She is my sister, well not blood related. What will everyone say, think, or do if they find out? My feet stopped moving in the hallway to brush a hand on my lips that touched her flesh. Her delicate smooth skin. I felt a shock/tingle, does this mean I love her?

Your P.O.V
Okay. Maybe I am exagerating things a bit much. But why did I feel like that when their soft lips touched me? Will this be considered a form of insest? Will this turn into some type of fairy tale romance of forbidden love.... Forbidden love. Yeah, right.

WAIT. What about Logan. This talk about love with my "brothers" is nonsence. Pure nonsence. Right? He is my love, my one true love. Even though he isn't here with me, I know that his heart still beats with mine. My head turns to the window,revealing a beautiful cresent moon. Just looking at it reminds me of the nights that we would walk around talking and watch the stars.

A sigh escaped my lips as I remembered those times we spent together. Memories replayed themselves in my mind, drawing sleep ever so closer by the second. My last image that I remember was that of Logan kissing me on the lips as he disappeared, promissing everything would be alright..........

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"Wake up." a gentle voice told me with a slight shake.

I replied with a "urm" and flipped over to the other side. Don't want to wake up. Too damn early.

"Love. Lets go." another voice spoke to me.

Great. Guess, that I have no other choice to wake up. Opening my eyes, I see Georg to my side and Gustav on the other. Once they see my eyes open, their faces turn to smiles.

"Lets go, sleeping beauty. The twins are signing some forms. And let me tell you,they are not happy with all of the paper work." Gustav told me approuching the top of the hospital bed.

"Love. Get up. I don't wanna be here any longer." Georg told me.

I just want to get out of here. My hands out reach for them to help me up. Georg, like always, is the one who helps me up. As he helps me get out of the bed. I wobble a bit but regain my balance. Needing to change, I just stare at them.

"What?" they ask me with strange looks on their faces.

My eyebrow rises up and point to the door. Finally getting the message, they leave the room with embarresed faces. Men, I mentally speak shaking my head.Turning around,a bag lay on the table next to my bag. Walking was harder than I expected.

I had to move really slow and grip onto the bed for support.Took me about 5 times longer to get to the bag, but I did. Inside was a suit of clothing.After I was done changing, I looked at myself in the mirror in the bathroom.

My hair was braided high and reached my waist, like a black rope with blue chunks here and there.Leaving my side bangs covering my left eye and part of my right side of my face. Face looked a bit sadder than usual. Eyes brighter. A few scares showed on my strong arms, neck, and colar bone. The ones on my face had completely healed and left no scar. My shirt was a red tank top that stopped at the end of my ribs, showing off a toned stomach.Brownish-gray cargo pants that went at my hips, exposing the top of my matching red underwear. Yellow/orange/black nike high tops. Before I left I rolled up part of my left pant leg up to my knee.

Grabbing all of my stuff, I headed out of this room for good. Outside in the seating area, Tom and Bill were fussing over the papers they were sighing. Gustav and Georg had dissappeared. Tom was running a irritated hand through his cap and through his dreads and signing with the other. Bill had his hand through his hair that gripped here and there tightly while he was signing and sighing.

"Oh, before I forget, Kitzia." A voice said behind me.

Turning around, I saw my doctor. He was striding down the hallway with something in his hand.

"Here. Take this." he placed it in my hand, "It will help. Rest up because you need it. I believe that you may regain your voice. Seems that emotions trigger it.That may help you regain your voice. Good luck, child." he said and walked off.

After he left, I looked in my hand. Inside was a bottle of pills. Eh, whatever I thought throwing them into my bag. Walking over to the guys, their attention still remained on their paper work.

20 minutes later.

"I AM DONE!" Bill yelled at the top of his lungs causing a scene.

"Me too!" Tom shouted again.

The G's and me just shook our heads in shame.

"Can we go?" Georg whined, "I wanna leave and so does my love!"he said and dragged me up.

My face went like this -.-*. That was when Bill and Tom yanked me out of his arms and into theirs.I was tired of getting hugs so I was squirming.

"Alright lets get into the car." Tom lead the way.

Outside was a rental car. Handing my bags to Tom, he glanced at what I was wearing. I couldn't read what he was thinking for a split second but then it turned angry.

"No way in hell am I gonna let you walk around like that! Bill!" Tom shouted as he threw in my bags and shutting the trunk.

"What?" Bill strolled in calmly.

Tom turned to him, "Look at what she is wearing!" he yelled and jestured to me.

Bill turned to look at me. Same as Tom, I couldn't read what he was thinking. Then, some form of anger or something came over because he too got like Tom, "CHANGE! You are not walking around-"

My eyes rolled and I just ignored them walking into the car.Once I was in the car, I could hear them arguing in German.The driver's seat and passenger seat was empty, their seats. The G's sat to my right, leaving me the left window seat, right behind where Tom would be sitting.

"Whats with them?" a curious Gustav asked while Georg was turned around watching them argue.

With a plain shrug I answer his question. Their shouts got a bit louder, easily heard from inside. Because I didn't speak German, I was left out.Somewhere in the middle,the G's turns to look at me with questioning looks. Okay, this is taking too long.

After they decide to cut it out, they storm into the car. Slamming the doors shut, caused us passengers to jump up. Before any of us could get our seat belts on, Tom sped off into the street.The sudden jerk sending me flying into the back of his seat. Pain shot up from my insides, not wanting to make a big deal out of it, I ignore the pain.The G's also jerked forward, but niether showed any signs of pain.

With some hesitation, I backed into the seat. Slowly and carefully wrapping the seat belt around me. None of the guys noticed me which was good. Only hoped no bruise would form.I opened mybag and plugged into my Ipod, listening to my music while staring out the window. L.A. was sunny today, not may people were outside but some were.

A couple of minutes later, we arrived at the airport. Tom cut the engine and jumped out, soon the others followed through. Because of the pain in my torso that hadn't left me, I slowly got out of the car, clutching my side. We climbed those dreadful painful stairs up to the jet. Inside was just like the previous one we were on. By the time I was up all of them were ready to take off. Me the one delaying the flight.

The G's were sitting in their seats ready, the others? I don't know. I just sat down on a seat, put on my seat belt, and clutched onto my side.Clutching my side, my eyes wondered around. Why were they ignoring me? What did they say? Think?

I was right. I don't belong with these people. Back there was only for show. Damn, myself for believing otherwise.Searching my pockets, I found my pills. The label said, 2 a day twice a day. Breaking the cap, I pop 2 pills into my mouth and close my eyes.Pain slowly went away. So did my mind.

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The hard landing crushing against my fragile body waking me up. Pain ran through me like fire, I even stopped breathing because of the pain.My hands gripped to the arm rests for support. Again no one cared or saw my pain.

Again, I was the last one out. Anger, decite, and furry boiled my pained blood and heart. Gordon was waiting for us by his large black sedan. All our bags were already in the car.

"How are you doing?" he asked me once I walked over.

I gave him a fake smile that he saw through.

"Welcome on. Simone and the kids went on a trip to a theme park. They will be back later tonight, so it will just be us for a while. Alright?" He told me as me helped me into the already loaded car.

Neither of the Kaulitz looked at me. The G's were asleep, or at least pretending to be. The whole way home, my eyes were focused on my lap, shedding a tear here and there. Once we got home I jumped out of the car first ran inside, up the painful stairs, and into my room. There I cried the Nile river.

Why were they acting this way? Why are they just rejecting my out of no where? Why am I being alienated? What did I do?

All these things came to mind as I cried. Outside, I heard some arguing and what not in German. I need to go away. I don't belong with these people, I am ruining their lives. My brother and sister diserve to grow up here, they fit in, I don't. And I don't want to ruin it for them.

I wiped my tears with my hand quickly.Getting off the bed and onto the floor, I found my back pack. Running back and forth, I stuffed it up with clothes and other neccessities.Once it was full, I opened my window, gently dropping my bag to the ground.Closed the window and put some money into my pocket, taking out my cell phone.

On my desk were some loose sheets of paper and I scribbled down two notes.

Family,

I am sorry, but I must leave. I don't belong with you. Don't worry about me, I will be fine. Don't look for me because I will not be found. I am sorry that I was thrust into your lives like that. But I won't be a bother any longer.Please take care of my brother and sister.
Love,
Kitzia

Saviors,
I am sorry for leaving you guys here. But it is the only way for you two to grow up a normal life. Remember me, always like I will you. Remember our destiny, brothers.

your Sister

I folded each one and put them on my neat bed.Lastly I wrapped myself in one of my favorite jackets.Tom bought it for me, it was half white and half black. On the overly baggy boy jacket were some blue signs and German lettering. Opening my door, I checked for any noise with my head peeking out of my door.

I could hear arguing and what not from the kitchen. To get to the door, I had to take the long way. Slowly and carefully I decended down the stairs not making a sound.Through the large comfortable living room. Down the main entrance. I stopped as I reached the door to listen. The arguing had turned into shouts.Quietly, I unlocked the door, opened it bearly enough to squeeze through, shut it quietly and ran next to a tree to get my bag.

Once I got my backpack on my back, I made a mad dash down the long pathway, not looking back.