Kidnapped By Rammstein

Chapter 8

It took me a bit too long for my liking to write this, but I have been very busy with school.

I had already been there for a week.

A week without seeing my sister, my family and my friends. I missed them so much.

Before anything of this had happened, I would have given anything to spend a week in the same house with my favorite band, but then I wished it would have never happened.

Everyone in the house was tense. It wasn't hard to notice.

Till barely came out of his room, only to get food. Flake would try to talk to Till, but he couldn't get anything usefull out of him.

I knew Till was just still mad at Richard and I didn't blame him for it at all.

Richard had stalked me, kidnapped me and could get himself and the rest of the band in a lot of trouble.

Christoph was always reading his books somewhere quiet. Sometimes, when I saw him, he would smile at me assuringly and then continue reading his book.

I kind of wanted to talk with him. I somehow felt lonely in a house full of men. Schneider seemed like such a nice guy, he would probably make a good friend.

Paul and Oliver were the only ones I ever really talked to.

They were the only ones who tried to make conversation with me at the table when we were eating. They would ask me about my home, my family and friends. It would always make me sad, but it also gave me a bit of comfort.

And last, Richard. He was still here in the house. He had somehow convinced Paul to sleep together in his room, so I could keep sleeping in Richard's and he didn't have to sleep on the couch.

Richard would never say anything to me. He only looked at me, no, he would always stare at me.

He would avoid Till at all costs and tried to always be in the same room as me. But he would never speak.

Up until this day.

We were all sitting at the dinner table, except for Till.

It was akwardly silent, just like the past few days.

If they would all just talk and have fun, I would maybe enjoy myself at least.

Of course, I secretly used to imagine living in a house with my favorite band, but at least then we would all have fun.

This was just uncomfortable.

I felt so unwelcome, which was actually quite logical, seeing they didn't want me here, except for Richard then.

I knew the guys didn't mean to make me feel this way, but I just knew they didn't want me here.

Maybe Richard also didn't want me here anymore. He never tried to talk to me or make me feel better.

"Who of us is your favorite?" Richard suddenly interrupted my sad thoughts.

I looked up at him to meet his eyes staring right back into mine.

By the time I actually processed that he had asked me something, I had forgotten the question.

"Uhh, what?" I asked, trying to keep eyecontact.

It felt like he stared right into my soul, it was pretty intimidating.

"Who if us is your favorite?" He repeated.

I noticed he was trying to keep a serious face, but the creepy smile started to break through.

"I... I don't know anymore." I answered honestly.

I never even really had a favorite bandmember. I liked them all the way they were, or at least, I liked the way I thought Richard was.

When you meet your idols personally, they are most of the time very diffrent from what you imagined them to be.

The rest of the band did really seem like nice guys, but Richard was just so diffrent.

Richard frowned, knowing exactly what I meant.

"So who was your favorite before all of this?" He asked.

"I don't think I ever really had a favorite." I answered him, hoping he would drop it already.

I really didn't feel like talking to him or even looking at him.

With everything he did, he annoyed me more and more.

I would have never imagined that I would ever feel this way about him.

I used to find him so atractive, sweet and funny. All that I saw now was an anoying psychopath.

He didn't only annoy me, but he also scared me. Who knows what he's capable of.

Richard didn't seem too happy with my answer. He probably wanted me to tell him that he was my favorite.

I used to think that he was one of the most attractive ones, but he wasn’t favorite.

After some akward eyecontact, I looked back down at my plate and continued eating.

The others hadn't said a word the entire time.

I knew it couldn't go on like this.

It would ruin the band's friendship. No, it would break the band itself and it would also break me.

And it probably wouldn't take very long for that to happen.