Tom Kaulitz - fight

Icy drops of rain streamed down your face. Cutting through the darkened garages, you heard the sound of blows and froze. In the dim light of the streetlamp, you saw Tom, battered—his jacket torn, fresh blood glistening on his face.

You froze in terror, your fingers clutching the strap of your bag. At that moment, Tom turned around. Seeing you, he panicked for your life.

"Get out of here!" he shouted hoarsely. "What are you standing there for? Get out of here quickly, it's not safe to walk here!"

You couldn't move, your frightened gaze shifting from him to the boys. One of them slowly turned toward you. Noticing this, Tom wildly lunged at the attackers, taking the blow himself, and screamed through the pain:

• Run, you fool... I'm telling you, run!