Stockholm Syndrome ~Original~ // discontinued

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Do you ever get the feeling that you're so alone? That there's no one there for you?

I do. Every since my best friend, Matt, moved away. My parents are nearly never home, and when they are they're too busy talking to clients. I don't mind, it's been like this for years.  Since I was six or seven, but back then I always went around to Matt's.

When everything was fine.

I remember everything that happened that day. From my parents telling me I couldn't be friend with Matt to the look on his pain.

The thing I hated most was where I told him. Behind his old house there's a small forest, I say small it's easy to get lost in it. It was quite far into the forest, a clearing we had found when we were younger.

It was beautiful, sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the Summer and snow covering the grass in Winter. The way the leaves fell in piles in Autumn and the way flowers grew in Spring.

Matt complained it was too girly so when we were fourteen, a few days before he left, he finished building a tree house. He had started building it when we first found it, I think we were eleven then.

That's where I am now. The tree house. Light pouring in from the small gaps that served as windows. Music flooding the area from my phone, everything was calm.

I sat against the wall, my legs curled up to my chest and my cheek pressed to my knee. I hadn't moved for at least half an hour, possibly more. Who would want to when you were listening to your favourite bands? Especially if you had nothing better to do.

Managing to get up, having to duck from the extremely low ceiling and my freakishly tall figure. I grabbed my ear buds, placed them in my ears and attached them to my phone. I rested it in my jean pocket and began climbing down.

I began walking back home, but I swear I heard leaves rustling.