caged emotions

Chapter 11. facade

Hey guys. So I really don't feel all that good. I sometimes have my up and downs, so it's gonna be some time till I update again. It's just that I have no motivation or energie, and I learned the hard way that you can't force anything. I really hope I'll be over it soon and find my inspiration but till then you need to be patient with me. I can't even say if I will be able to continue this story, because after most downs I lose every interest in my stories. I have a bunch of stories I never finished. Thats why I never wanted to write a story here, because I was scared I will let my readers down.
I will wait till the storm moves on and if anyone has help for me I would feel grateful if you tell me.

Sooooo~
Here's a chapter.

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Rurik twisted an arm for a little statue. It was a serie of little pieces. He already had a title and he just needed to finish the secret of this serie. He had everything planned out. A statue ,as big as a hand, a canva , just as big as a photo, a poem ,with a hidden message, and a view other pieces. Most of them were already finished, except for the statue. Finest steel. Now he went to make the outer layer. After all, the serie wasn't called 'facade' for nothing.

Just as he finished it knocked on the door of his house. Standing up he cleaned his hands on his shorts and walked to the door. Through a window he saw his visitor on the other side of the door.

Goth.

"I didn't know your family let you meet me all alone, cupcake. Aren't they scared, that I could hurt you?" "I can take care of myself. And who said I told them where I went?" "You are here without your parents permission? Much unlikely. Now come in. I already finished Mr. Genos' request. If you want you can take it with you." "Are you kicking me out before I step food in your house?" "In some way, yeah. I just painted the walls so it smells not that good. If you can handle it than you can stay." "You're underestimating me. I can handle a lot more than bad air."

As soon as Goth stepped into the newly painted livingroom he understood what Rurik meant. The smell was murderous. He really thought about the possibility that there was something poisenous about the paint. It wouldn't be a surprise. It was Underfell they were talking about.
Despite the cruel smell Goth sat down on the couch and admired the art on the walls. Different shades of red mixed together in hypnotical pattern, turned muddy or neon. Some parts looked like dried blood. Well as if he cared about that. Underfell, remember?!

"My mom is a controlfreak." "What did he do?" "He said no sex before I turn into an adult. Hell I'm seventeen and need to wait for three more years!" "It isn't that bad. Don't worry about it. I already wanted to wait. Don't want to get sued by someone." "Well I care. I don't want to wait for that long. I love you." "I love you too. If you don't want to wait for that long we can travel to some other place when you turn eighteen. My family has a house in Schwitzerland. In Europe you're an adult with eighteen. How does that sound?" "Perfekt!"

Rurik smirked at the expression Goth made. His pinpricks turned into hearts and his aura turned fluffy, sweet and a light shade of pink. Like Cottoncandy. Goth would have been so easy to manipulate, but something inside him wouldn't let him. Even though it was soooo tempting.

Rurik reached to one of the stacks in his atelier and retrived a tiny frame. Inside was a painting of Goths' family. He took the photo and went to Goth who was spread out on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Rurik looked up to see the different shades form two bodys. What they did was different per perspective and mood somebody was in. Judging by Goths aura it was something embarrassing.

Ohh, how easy to manipulate he was.

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So I think this story will go on hiatus. Updates will come irregulary and after loooong periods of time. I'm sorry but I am so down I feel sick.
Really.
I can't get out of bed have constant headaches and nausea, can't sleep.
I'm really sorry....