Frans King is a modern day popstar who lives his life on the outside as if everything were perfect. But, inside, he faces the tumult of an emotional typhoon.
His father and his record company force him to live a faux life in order to support a good...
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" Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy" - Nirvana
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So quiet, so alone, so soft. So perfect was that moment. He felt rested, almost fresh. Maybe it was the fruits of his imagination but for the first time in ages, he felt good. He almost felt like himself again. Frans blinked his green orbs open, noticing the rays of sunshine shining in from the window, covering his blue bedroom walls. His room looked rather empty, only few small statues he had gotten from his trips were resting either on drawer, floor or table. Bedroom is meant for sleeping anyways, it doesn't need to be packed with all kinds of stuff.
He yawned and stretched his legs, ruffling his dull curls he pushed himself up from the bed. He crunched his nose when he realized he hadn't changed his clothes the previous night.
Frans dragged his tired body over to the closet, where he grabbed a black T-shirt with some random brand's logo on it and some sweats. He loves sweats. After a wonderful relaxing shower, he combed his fingers through his wet curls. It was better than combing it though. He needs a hair cut soon.
He walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door open. He once again yawned and shook his head, droplets of cold water flying on the walls and on his messy bed. A clock on the wall caught his attention.
His eyes widened and he was sure, he was going to get a heart attack.
It was 1pm. 1pm!
Frans hurriedly grabbed a sweater, wondering why the hell no one woke him up. He had already missed his morning interview and a shoot for some magazine.
Not caring about the mess he left behind, he took his leave. Only to run into the door. Of course, he had locked it last night! No wonder no one had woken him up. He gritted his teeth and hit the side of his face. He was so annoyed with himself.
Frans took a deep breath and unlocked the door. Quiet. Almost too quiet. But then again, it used to be quiet when he was alone. Frans had the urge to ask is anyone there, but then he would've reminded himself all those stupid people in horror movies. Besides, it's his house.
He entered the hallway, his green eyes landing on the small camera that should be working. But it wasn't, the small red dot wasn't blinking. Someone had turned the camera off.
A chill crept through his body as he noticed yet another camera had been turned off. Quietly he made his way down the hall, he stopped and peeked outside from the window, there wasn't the usual black security van or any car at all. The gates were firmly shut and no one was there.
Frans frowned and stormed downstairs. He skipped the two last stairs and glared at the colorful fish that swam in the huge aquarium.
A sting ray stopped in front of Frans, its wings flapping calmly in the water. Frans crossed his arms, furrowing his brows. The fish just kept staring at him with those soulless eyes.
