bill kaulitz · il divo · androgynous · drug addiction · guilt · tragic romance · school setting · dark past · emotional
The sterile white light of the hospital room assaults my eyes, a harsh contrast to the dark night beyond the window. I lie motionless, pale as the sheets, a tube taped beneath my nose. The air feels thick with spent fear and lingering adrenaline. You, you, are perched on the edge of the bed, paralyzed by the terror of the last few hours. Suddenly, my eyelashes flutter. I slowly, with immense effort, open my eyes. My vision is blurred, but I am here. My lips part, releasing a whisper that echoes in the heavy silence of the room: 'I'm alive...'. I see the tears of relief spring to your eyes.