a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

The National Medical Clinic

A few days have passed, Tom has still been trying to earn my trust back but I cant keep being so gullible. Bill hasn't spoken to me, every time I walk into a room he's in, he exits straight away. I don't know how to feel about Georg, he obviously knew what Tom was planning on doing, so currently Gustav is the only boy I've been talking to.
We hang out every once in a while, he's a lot different than what you'd expect, he's kind and he cares about me a lot. But I don't want to get too close to him incase Tom kicks off again.

Tom needs help. Serious help. His outbursts have just been getting worse. As soon as he gets mad he storms out the front door and drives away in his car. But I'm growing concerned, I want to get him help. Or some form of medication. Just anything to calm him down a few notches.
I cant defend his animalistic behaviour anymore, I cant take it. All it does is push me further into my depression and I cant take it anymore, I want to heal, I want to get better.

Im going to tell Tom that I want things to change, because I'm sick of feeling alone and afraid.
Everyones asleep, its 4:30AM so I decide its a good time to walk downstairs to the kitchen where Tom is sat with his head in his hands
"Tom?" His head shoots up to look in my direction wide eyed
"We need to talk, please?" I motion him to sit on the sofa with me, he follows.

"What is it?" He asks, zoning out watching the flames dancing
"Tom, I want things to change. I want to be at peace" He nods while hunching over
"I wanted to ask, would you get some form of medication, even consider it?" He lifts his head
"Medication for what?" Fuck. I forgot Bill is the one that told me. Tom thinks I think he's just like that. I swallow hard
"Medication for what? Taylor." His voice grows stern
"Your disorder, Tom. I can tell somethings wrong." I lie
"Your saying somethings wrong with me?" I huff
"No, Im not saying somethings wrong with you, I just know that you struggle." He shakes his head
"You want me to get medication then? What if it makes me weird." I rest my hand on his shoulder
"Tom, medications not supposed to make you weird, and if it does you can come off of it. I just wanted to know if you'd consider a change"
He sighs while he thinks for a while, his eyes darting around the room
"Ill do it. But only for you." I bring him into a warm embrace
"Thank you Tom"

We hug for awhile, he holds me tight, I haven't allowed him near me for a few days.
"How do I even get medication?" He whispers
"We'll figure it out" Honestly, I don't know how to get him medication. Ill find a way though.
I take a deep breath before pulling away from the hug and walking back upstairs to figure out what to do next.
I open Toms laptop and search for hours for doctors that are willing to diagnose medication until I finally find one DR. Stephen at the National Medical Clinic. I call the office that he works at

"Hello, you have reached National Medical Clinic how may I help you today?" A woman's voice speaks
"Hi, Im calling to book a diagnosis appointment, its urgent."
"Mmmkay the only space we have is for this Thursday at 3:30PM."
"Yes, we'll take it"
"Okay, and is it for you or a family member?"
"Its for my friend."
"Right, may I take a name?"
I clear my throat ready to be denied
"Its uhm, Tom Kaulitz." I rub my forehead in anticipation
"Okay." She pauses and I hear whispers
"Thats all booked in for you." She hangs the phone up abruptly before I can thank her. At least I got an appointment.
I let out a sigh of relief before making my way downstairs to tell Tom

"Tom, I booked an appointment for Thursday." He looks up at me and gives me a half hearted smile
"Maybe you should write down your feelings in preparation"
"Write down my feelings?" He mocks
"Well, may as well be prepared, the appointment is in two days"
"Ill think about it."
"Thank you" He swivels his head back around and sips on his cola, I walk back to my room and get back into bed.

My heads sort of healing now, obviously I still have to keep it bandaged but it hurts a lot less. Honestly, I don't know how Ive survived for so long, Im starting to believe Im immortal.