It has an OC in it so don't kill me. It's my second fan-fic with Tokio Hotel. While doing the other one, I'm doing this one as well, since the first hasn't been getting a response. :]

R & R!

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokio Hotel or any of the other 'real' people in this fan fic.

Chapter One:

"Oh, yeah!" A girl with black hair and caramel streaks and choppy hair with a rose tucked in her ear shouted while dancing around in a car.

"Oh, wow." A boy rolled his eyes, and pecked the dancing girl's cheek.

"This music is atrocious! You guys are only 16!" a mother in the front crinkled her nose at the rap music, while driving.

"Actually, Mrs. Dutton, I'm 17." The boy next to the black-haired girl pointed out. The mother changed the radio station to something classical.

The other adult, a grown man sighed. "Much better." He said. Three other teens, a boy and two other girls with beach blond hair, and bright red hair giggled.

"I don't think so!" the dancing girl un-buckled her seat belt and reached forward. "Isabelle Dutton, put your-"

All of a sudden, while the mother was reaching back, a tour bus was driving towards the right side. Everyone screamed; as Isabelle turned around, fear freezing her as she stared. The mother desperately tried to swerve around, but the bus was driving at full speed, a boy laughing with his head turned, brown and blonde dreadlocks pouring down.

Isabelle's voice locked as she stared, everyone fumbling with his or her seatbelts. In two seconds, everything muted in her life, everything in slow-mo. Finally, the teenaged boy turned back around his eyes going wide, mouth dropping at the same time. Their eyes locked.

And so, the SUV was hit.

Isabelle felt the shattering glass on her, the impact of the metal crushing her right arm, her head snapping to the side then back, the SUV flipping many times, then landing. Miraculously, Isabelle saw no light or darkness, only horrible pain and the warmth of her own blood creeping all over her body even though she got the most impact.

She looked around, but no one moved an inch. Blood was everywhere as was glass and metal. A slight whimper parted her lips, the reaction from seeing everyone, but mostly her best friend and boyfriend… dead.

And to her horror, without a head.

Without instruction her left arm moved – another miracle – and pushed open the door. Isabelle crawled out, tears stinging her cheeks. Already, four men rushed out the tour bus, two short, one with blond hair, and one with long brown hair. Two tall, one with long dreadlocks, and one with spiked up black hair.

"Is she alive?" they spoke in rapid German. Isabelle fell onto the ground and felt like her bones were shattering. It went slow-mo again.

She couldn't breathe, and immediately started shaking, her teeth chattering as if she was freezing. Isabelle looked around, pain shooting through her body with the simple movement.

"911! 911!" the one with spiky hair shouted, and the short one with long brown hair dialed. The boy with the dreads got on his knees and felt her wrist.

"Pulse!" he said in English. Tears came out his eyes. "Sorry." He whispered, quickly wiping away the tears. Isabelle's eyes flickered, and she could feel the blood pouring out her chest. She convulsed, blood starting to drip out her mouth.

"Oh Gott!" the spiky-haired one shouted. Her eyes closed all the way. I'm going to die… Isabelle thought as she felt a cloth wrapped around her and heard faint sirens. I know it… She felt herself being picked up, and a soft,

"The rest of them are dead. I can't believe she made it."

"It's a miracle." An old sounding man said, and everything else she couldn't hear.

---x---

"Tom! Stop tapping your foot like that! It's driving me insane!" a tall, young man with spiky black hair snapped at another young man with dreadlocks but an identical face in German.

"You would too, Bill." Tom snapped back, his foot still going 100 miles per hour. Suddenly, a nurse walked in with a clipboard and a smile.

"She's all right. Are you her brothers?" Tom nodded and jumped up.

"Yes." He said in English, dashing past her and into the strange girl's room.

Tom almost choked at the sad sight, and could only get out a gasp.

Her right arm was covered in bandages and a cast. Her small face was covered in scratches, some deep, some almost gone, and an oxygen mask. Her forehead had a huge piece of gauze taped on, her right leg and arm in many pieces of gauze. The biggest thing was the bandage poking out from an opening in the gown, right where her heart was.

Her body was slightly pale, and a light dusting of freckles stood out on her cheekbones. The heart monitor and its steady beat was the only noise.

"Tom…" Bill frowned at the watering eyes.

"What?" Tom snapped again, but walked up to her anyways.

Through the bandages, Tom could see the faint remains of a pretty girl, her lean body engulfed in the gown. He looked around and saw a snakebite hoop, smiled grimly, and put it in his pocket out of instinct. The blond reached out to touch her swollen face when Bill slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch her!" he growled. Tom could see the pity in Bill's eyes though.

"It was my fault, wasn't it?" This time he let the tears flow as he clenched his fists and grinded his teeth. "If I'd only paid attention! Then this never would've happened!" He hit the table roughly, and a nurse came in with worry lines.

"Are you okay?" Bill smiled and nodded as Tom collected himself.

"Bill, I'm going outside for a second." Tom proclaimed, sticking his hand in his pocket. Bill nodded again, and turned the pathetic thing on the bed.

Her eyes were open.

Bill gasped. Not only was she alive, but she was awake. Her eyes were the color of the sky right before a storm with speckles of violet in one eye. She took off the mask and looked at Bill with almond shaped eyes. "It wasn't his fault, tell him that." She whispered in a hoarse voice, then put the mask back on, and closed her eyes.

Bill rushed up to her and brushed his hand lightly against her hair. He felt sorry for her, true, but something else played up in his heart about the damaged teen. But what was it?

At that time Tom walked into the room smelling of smoke. "I think we better go." He said in a grim voice, and they both walked out.

---x---

It was a quiet car ride back to the hotel in NYC, New York, the snow pattering down from the night sky. Georg and Gustav had decided to stay at the hotel.

"Tom?" Bill looked at his twin brother. Tom said nothing, but Bill continued anyways. "You know, she woke up." The black-haired 19 year old saw his brother tense. "She wanted me to tell you that it wasn't your fault." Tom's knuckles turned white as he clenched the wheel.

"It was my fault. Bill, why are you making up stuff to try to make me feel better anyways? Do really think I'm pathetic enough to believe you?" He shouted.

Bill turned away. "I'm not." He whispered. And that was the end of that.

That's it! Please review 'n stuff. :D

Chapter two when I get at least one review.