Tom Kaulitz

You've had a very complex personality since childhood. You may have looked like a little angel, but the moment you opened your mouth, everyone would fall over. You had beautiful, almost black, large eyes, long black hair, and white skin. You were a doll, made to order, miniature and everyone's dream, but you had a tongue like a bullet. You were brazen and willful.

You were 19 and lived in the city center, in its most exclusive neighborhood, on the second-to-last floor. Your uncle had given you the apartment for your coming of age, and you lived there peacefully for a year until two brothers, Tom and Bill Kaulitz, moved into the apartment above yours, on the very top floor. That was when your hell began.

Eternal music at night. The sounds of Tom's electric guitar and Bill's singing were killing you. You tried to do something about it, but they didn't care at all. You knocked on their door, texted them, but they didn't care. If Bill left for the night, instead of music, you heard moans. Loud female moans. It was Tom having fun. Your apartment had noise cancellation, but even at this volume it couldn't handle it.

Tom became your biggest headache. He was the most brazen, cheeky, and sharp-tongued. Tom, like Bill, had brown eyes and black hair, but Tom's hair was braided tightly against his scalp from his forehead to the back of his head. He had a piercing on his lower lip and small tunnels on his earlobes. He wore baggy clothes, like begging or grunge. You often noticed how the girls with him were different every time. Sometimes a brunette, sometimes a blonde. No two were the same, and there were tons of them. He definitely wasn't short on attention.

You were returning home from college. So tired. You were falling off your feet. You got into the elevator and pressed the right floor. You leaned against the wall and closed your eyes. You didn't understand what had happened, but you opened your eyes because something hit you hard across the bridge of your nose. It felt like someone had elbowed you. You opened your eyes and grabbed your face. When you looked up, you saw Tom's confused face.

-Your mother… he whispered.