Forgotten Children

I couldn't wait to take Bill to his first Therapy class, it was almost as if I was his Dad and I was teaching him how to ride a bike. In this case I was teaching him to cope with the fact that Mom is dead. I didn't know how this would work neither did I want to sit in a waiting room for two and a half hours, but alas, I cared about the well being of my brother.

I retrieved the mail that morning and inside was a little card from a fan. I saw the name on the card and looked at the name of whom it was sent to. My name was written clearly in ink. I ripped the envelope off the card and opened it up to look at the beautiful card. It had a get well soon logo on it and a teddy bear. I opened the card and read it out loud to myself.

Dear Tom Kaulitz,

I hope you recover from your loss, I enjoy seeing you on stage with your guitar, you can really move your hips.

I thought back to the time when I rocked against my guitar...

Anyways, I want you guys back on stage as soon as possible, so I'm coming over to see you and Bill.

Claudia

I looked at the name twice to see if it was really her name and sure enough, written in black ink was Claudia's name.

...

Bill came downstairs in his usual attire. His eyes were surrounded with black eyeliner and his silence was a bit disturbing. I cocked my head a bit and walked over to him, I didn't want to cramp his style in any way, so I didn't touch him. I took his arm in mine, just like we did when Mom said it was cute, and we walked to the bus station. The walk was very interesting.

I walked beside him in a slow manner; I thought that by the pace we were walking, we would miss Claudia. I looked up at his straight, long, black hair. It had a couple white streaks in it and it made it kind of cute.

“So, when did you get that done?"

He looked up from his trance and shrugged, “Don’t know, a long time ago. Thought that you'd notice a little sooner."

It didn't seem that he liked where this conversation was going, it was bad enough that I was dragging him to Therapy with me, but asking his questions that were none of my business.

" Oh, of course I noticed, just didn't say anything," what a lie, " didn't want to get on your nerves."

He shrugged and kicked a pebble across the street. The way he walked was strange, his hips swayed and his body made movements I didn't know were possible, too hard to describe. I watched as his lips moved to the lyrics of a song he was singing. I was a little happy to know that he didn't forget how to sing. After the meeting, we would see Claudia and then get down to business.

“What was your favorite song in our album, I mean the one you enjoyed singing the most."

He looked up at the sky, as if asking Mom. That was what I was worried about; I didn't really want to practice because I was afraid that he would freak out on stage. That wouldn't be the best idea and it would be extremely hard to explain to our producer.

" I think I like Durch Den Monsun the most, it's beautiful."

I liked the talking Bill. He was someone that could hold out a conversation without actually saying anything, it was a riveting sight, and it truly was. I took his hand in mine and presumed walking the bus stop. When we did reach it, there was a gang of boys that didn't look so friendly. And they weren't at all.

Bill stood by me, who was by what seemed to be the leader, “Hey, is that your girlfriend?"

I tried to ignore the comment, and being successful in that, I thought that Bill would do the same.

“Do I look like a girl to you?"

I was inevitably wrong, “Yea, hints the question."

And then it began...