
Stockholm Syndrome
Prologue
Stockholm Syndrome
Prologue
In the darkness monsters hide. They lie in wait, ready to attack without warning. We won’t know – we’ll never know because they wear masks, they gain our trust and then they betray us just as easily. I’ve been betrayed, I’ve been beaten to the brink of death and now I know darkness.
My own monster lies beneath the surface, slowly clawing his way out. He was never there before but it’s been months since- since…I still don’t know. I don’t know the reason I’m here, I don’t understand anything that’s happening or why. I just know I’m supposed to break.
That was their intention, they said it makes things less complicated for later proceedings and the organization is less likely to panic – whoever they were, whatever they were, they ruined my life and I want it back.
The only thing keeping me whole is the very person trying to break me. What an oxymoron, it’s all bollocks…all bullshit. She’s as broken as I am trying to remain whole but I feel the cracks chipping at my outer shell and it was only a matter of time before it all fell apart.
Late at night when my prison is silent of my captors, I let my thoughts carry me back to how I got here, how I may have missed something. Some detail, whether it a look, or something said. I think back to the exact moment it happened and everything was in place. I had no warning, no time to react. I was grasped from my world and thrown head first into a nightmare, each day seems to get harder than the last. Death would be a kind mercy but they don’t want me dead –they want me to suffer but I won’t give them the satisfaction. If I can hold out a little longer, just awhile longer, I’ll be found. I know they won’t give up searching – they can’t.
The man responsible was my friend. I know that now and I fear the others are in danger. I fear because I don’t know and that’s probably the most maddening thing of all, not knowing. Perhaps that’s how they’ll break me-but I have a feeling it will get much more darker before the dawn, there has to be something more.
One the subject of darker, the temperature is chilly here in this lone basement, even more so without a shirt or coverings for the floor. I don’t even have my socks. Those were taken a month back along with my shoes when I managed to almost escape. I use the term almost loosely. It would have worked had I not let my guard down.
That's what my problem was. When I look at my captors I see only one true monster. Maybe I’m weakening, maybe I’m changing my mind or maybe my perception is off. Whatever it may be I am thankful for one moment of mercy. The girl left me down here with a small notebook. I don’t know why, I thought it was a trick at first but she simply threw me a small pocketbook and black crayon. I asked for a pen but I can’t have pens, blankets, or pillows…everything is constantly monitored. It’s like being stuck in the ninth circle of hell and an eighteen-hundred mental hospital all at once. If they're trying to drive me insane, they're too late. My sanity left me long ago.
My body is shutting down and my thoughts are jumbling now. I need sleep but looking at this all logically, I was taught growing up that monsters are not born, that in their environment, they are created. I’m beginning to see mums’ logic. I can see the monster within, I can feel the deep cuts it has left inside me. That’s why I am only slightly cracked because as he grows inside the darkness spreads the wounds he made and fills me with an inner rage that cannot be smoldered. I have to hold out hope, no matter how hopeless it is.
-H.S-
Notes
Ok my first One Direction story...I wanted to see how well I fair in this fan fic world. Let me know what you thought on the prologue, there will be a ton of things happening I just got to start from the beginning. I decided to start the story as a journal entry, whether it was being read by someone or as he wrote it - that's def not something I'll be giving away but hopefully the description of the story was something to grab a bit of a taste to what is to come. That will be played into a whole scene, so you know it's taking place in 3rd person's POV while the prologue will be a teaser for awhile. Chapter 1 starts at the beginning, so enjoy :-) I hope it's worth the read!
@VanitySorrowHeart
I liked it– I'm jut seriously thrown off. I didn't expect that at all. I didn't see any signs that this wasn't real. I think that Angel or Axel was my favorites. I liked—though I still was just a little confused– the part where Harry was running through the forest, trying to find help for not only himself but Sorrow.
I'll definitely check out the Hostage and the Wanted.
1/29/15