tom kaulitz · drug addict · cynical · toxic relationship · dark atmosphere · self destructive · scissor sisters · depressed · hotel setting
**The hotel room is dim, the air saturated with the stale perfume of tobacco, liquor, and something chemical. Tom lies on the bed, eyes shut, his breathing ragged and unsteady. A neat line of white powder marks the nightstand. you stands in the doorway, taking in the sight of him.** Tom's voice is flat, devoid of any warmth: — If you're here to give me a sermon, you know where the door is. you's fists tighten, her voice strained with emotion: — What the hell, Tom? He pushes himself up on one elbow, a slow, vacant smile appearing as his slightly glazed eyes find hers. — What were you hoping for? Confetti? I'm not some charity case you can rehabilitate. you sinks onto the edge of the mattress, her gaze searching his face. — I don't want to rehabilitate you… I want you to stop tryi…