Held Tight, No Fright

Hi, my name is Nicky Emmers, I was known to be the 'typical high school girl'. Grades were decent, lovable boyfriend, all of my senor class adored and loved me... that was all until... He happened. Yes, He has a name, but I prefer not to call him by a name. I mean, how many Monsters have a name? A name is for someone who is alive, who has a soul. As much as I tell myself maybe deep down... he has emotion. I know its all just an act. He is a fallen angel as I call him. A monster from the sky. Absolutely beautiful, but absolutely ruthless... and I was his sick game. What I dread... is what happens when the game is finally over. Who will win? What will we win? And what will come of the looser?

~Stockholm Syndrome Fanfic~

1. The Third Person

2. Sticks and Stones

3. Until I shatter

4. All That Easy

5. The Drugs speak for themselves

6. My minds opinion