A Twin's Worst Fear Chapter 1

SCRRRRRRTCH!
"Nein!" Bill screamed, his life flashing before his eyes as Tom's Cadillac Escalade, dented and crumbling from the impact of the SUV smashing into its side, tumbled off the highway bridge and into the ditch below. Just before his own eyes closed, he caught a glimpse of his twin's terrified face as he stared out the side-window and into their doom below. Both the Kaulitz twins were shrieking at the top of their lungs, Tom still gripping the steering wheel while Bill hugged himself tightly in fear. Both were shaking in the mere seconds before their impact was made onto the ground, the Cadillac flipping through the air before smashing into the ditch, breaking all the windows' glass and setting the airbags off.
Bill fought for air as his airbag choked him in its own way of protecting him. The only thing he could think of was to get away, and with that he shoved the bag away from his face and opened his smashed-in side door, racing away from the scene as quickly as one covered in glass shards could do. Tears streaked down his cheeks as he made his distance from the battered vehicle, his last memory of Tom flashing before his own eyes; Tom screaming, his eyes popped wide as he quickly discovered what was about to happen in only a few seconds...
BOOM!
Bill tried to shout out but choked on a sob as he turned to face the now flaming Cadillac.
"The engine..." he whispered, more makeup-stained tears flowing from his already drenched eyes. "It's all gone...Tom..." he murmured in a low voice, sinking onto his bloodied knees while the smoke piled into the air, turning the sky around him a sickly gray.
Helicopters were flying above him now, looking down onto the horrid scene. Bill could only shake his head while paramedics made their ways down ladders and towards him, trying to make sure he was alright.
All he could utter was "Tom..."
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"Bill, c'mon..."
Tom was crouched on the ground, leaning over his younger brother who was now curled up in a ball on the floor where he'd just fallen from his bed.
"Get away."
"No. You fell out of bed sobbing. Something's wrong, so tell me."
"No."
"Was it a nightmare?"
"...ja," Bill admitted, wiping his wet eyes on the back of his hands hastily.
"Tell me about it."
"Tom..."
"What about me?"
"The nightmare..."
"Yes? Did you just call me 'Tom the Nightmare?'" Tom grinned, despite being slightly aggravated about being woken up at 2AM by his twin falling out of bed.
"Never..."
"You don't seem well, Bill. You didn't even smile at that."
Bill didn't reply; he'd just woken from a nightmare where his own twin brother had died and been charred to death in his own car, and now he was looking at that same brother, who was alive and well, in the eyes as he himself shook with sobs.
"Go back to sleep."
"I can't."
"It's 2AM."
"You sleep; I'll be fine," Bill muttered, trying to sound convincing despite his voice cracking.
Tom hesitated. "Just lie down or something. You have me worried."
"Ok."
"Gute Nacht, Bill."
"Gute Nacht, Tom..."
Tom stood up, shaking his head as he climbed up the short ladder to his top bunk of the bed, crawling under the covers but keeping quiet so he could still hear Bill.
"Bill?"
"What?"
"Tell me about your nightmare."
"I can't. It's too awful," Bill whispered, standing up from his feeble position and climbing back into his own bed. "Tom, you died."
"I...died? So you're freaked out because I died in a dream?" He grinned to himself, trying not to laugh.
"It was bad, Tom. Don't laugh at me!"
"I'm not laughing!"
"I know you are."
"Sorry, then."
Bill was quietly lying there, staring at the bottom of Tom's bunk. "I might talk to you about this tomorrow," he replied softly, turning onto his side. "I'm not ready yet."
"Ok. Just relax."
"Ja..." Bill sighed, closing his eyes with one last shudder. "Relax..."
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"Something looks wrong with Bill," Georg muttered to Gustav at breakfast. "He looks kind of pale...or is it just me?"
"I don't know," Gustav replied, biting into his sandwich. "Doesn't look like anything to me."
"If you say so...I still think there's something up, though."
"Good for you."
"Thanks," Georg replied bitterly; was everyone acting strange?
Bill sat in the corner of the hotel room on his lone stool, barely touching his plate of waffles. How could he eat after last night?
Tom noticed his twin's scarce eating. He stood up from his own seat and walked over to him, giving him the order "Eat your food."
"You sound like Mom."
"Shut up," Tom grumbled, glaring at his twin.
Bill just picked at his food, staring down at it blankly. "I'm not hungry."
"I know why; don't let the nightmare get to you," he replied quietly, looking directly at Bill. "I'm still alive, as you can sadly see."
"Don't joke around like that."
"Sorry."
"You're not."
"I am, Bill."
"Go away."
"Angsty little brother."
"Shut up."
"Relax; I'm kidding again."
Bill glared at Tom. "I'm scared for you now. I don't know why I had such a gruesome dream. You blew up in your Cadillac."
"Wow."
"Yeah..."
"I'm here, Bill; don't worry. I'm not dying anytime soon."
"I don't know how you can be so sure."