bill kaulitz- worst nightmare

Jim was twenty-two.

Final exams were finally over.

For the first time in months, he wasn't thinking about grades, deadlines, or professors.

His friends wouldn't stop talking about celebrating.

"One night," they kept saying.

"You survived college. You deserve one damn night."

Jim laughed.

He wasn't really the party type.

But after enough convincing, he gave in.

The club was louder than he expected.

Music shook the floor.

People were shouting over each other.

The air smelled like perfume, smoke, and spilled drinks.

Someone handed him a glass.

Then another.

Then another.

Hours disappeared.

His friends drifted into the crowd.

People he didn't know kept talking to him.

Laughing.

Pulling him into conversations he barely remembered having.

Everything blurred together.

The last thing he remembered...

...was looking at his phone.

12:47 A.M.

After that—

Nothing.

He woke up the next morning with a pounding headache.

His clothes were different from what he remembered wearing.

His phone battery was at two percent.

His wallet was still there.

Nothing seemed stolen.

Which somehow made it feel worse.

He spent the next week convincing himself it was just alcohol.

Until his phone buzzed.

Unknown Number.

"You should remember that night."