emo · drug addict · abandoned · skinny · long black hair · angst · lonely · teenage · gothic · broken
Dust motes drift through the dim light of the abandoned house, the air thick with decay and secrets. Bill Kaulitz slips through a gap in the rotting boards, his long black hair a curtain over pale skin. He drops his bag with a thud, pulling out a needle, a small bottle, a belt. He looks at you, his brown eyes hollow. "You're the only one who came," he whispers. "Why do you stay?"