Stockholm Syndrome ~Original~ // discontinued

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I remember it like it was yesterday. The day I met him. He was my best friend, hell, he was more than that. He was the person that always made me smile, the one I went to when my life fell to pieces, the one that tickled me when I was crying and hugged me, reassuring me it would be better when I felt like dying. He was everything I wanted in a friend, and more.

Then it was ruined. His parents split up and his mum started drinking. He was nearly always alone and when his mum was there, she wasn't sober. She was violent and angry. His family had never been perfect, far from it, but it wasn't rubbish.

My parents didn't understand that. They wanted me to be the perfect child, they didn't want me to 'associate with those type of people'. Apparently his family was rotten.

I told him what they said.

The look on his face was heartbreaking. It was physically hurt my heart to look at him. I was fourteen at the time, I didn't understand what was happening. He didn't say anything though, he just nodded, turned around and walked away. I had never felt worse. My heart ached and I felt alone. I couldn't imagine how he felt. He looked shattered, like he wanted to just collapse there and have nothing to do with anyone ever and again. The thing was he always hid his emotions, he never conveyed how he felt through his looks. If he looked that bad, he must of felt worse.

I didn't know where he went after that. I never heard of him. He moved in with his dad, his mum was taken for child abuse, drug usage and theft. I didn't have any way to contact him.

My best friend and first love, Matt James, was gone.