Stockholm Syndrome ~Original~ // discontinued

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I was walking to the library to meet with Em for lunch, my mind still on what she had said yesterday. My head down so no one would distract me, and my mind somewhere else was a bad combination. Before I knew it I had bumped into a boy, who was a few centimeters taller than me. I stared at him in awe, he met the criteria to be the Matt Em talked about.

"Hello?" He said, bringing me away from my thoughts. I shook my head and looked up at him,

"Oh...Sorry..." I mumbled, looking down again. He giggled and it sounded just like Matt. The same girly sound to it even though his voice was quite deep. It could just be me, since I was thinking about him but he did. Everything about him was similar to Matt.  The same black hair, however it was in a fringe instead of in a quiff that Matt usually had when we were fourteen. His eyes were the same color, too dark to be caramel but too light to be chocolate. They were indescribable.  He even laughed just like him, it was only logical to think he was Matt.

"I said that already." He said, trying hard not to giggle.

"Oh..."  I looked up at him. "Sorry Matt..."

I regretted what I said instantly. His face went from the dimpled smile to a look of seriousness. "How do you know my name?"

I clenched my fist,digging my nails into my palm, something I do when I feel a negative emotion. "Do I know you?" He carried on, "Because if I do, I don't remember you. I obviously don't know you, I remember everyone I meet." 

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.  I felt my nails break the skin of my hand but I ignored it. "I-I...My friend's in your English..." I mumbled again, walking off before he could say anything.

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I sat in the tree house, thinking about the events of the day. I had came straight here after school, calling my parents to say I was at Em's since tree houses weren't perfect enough for their perfect daughter. Apparently this was now Em's house.

Everything was silent, just what I needed.  My heart was aching and the lump still hadn't left even though I hadn't cried at all. How could my best friend, someone I had known for over fourteen years, forget me? He was my first friend, he was my first crush, he was my first kiss. Given, it was an accident and we never said anything about  it but that doesn't change it. He was my first everything.  It had only been four years. How can you forget someone you'd known all your life in four years? It was ridiculous.  We were best friends. Best friends.  Now he treats me just like another stranger. 

The silence was interrupted by leaves rustling, then more silence and then paper rustling. My eyes widened as I hastily stood on my feet, banging my head on the roof. I hissed in pain before climbing down, however I slipped from one of the steps. I landed on my feet, however I wasn't crouching and my ankles felt like they were throbbing. My clumsiness strikes again!

I looked up at where the last note was attached after sitting on one of the lower steps rubbing my ankles, being a drama queen about the small sting. Finally I grabbed the note and read it.

Lizabeth,
I'm sorry I said I didn't know you. I recognise you and it was me who left the previous note.
Do me a favor, pretend you don't know me. Don't tell anyone about these notes. Pretend you didn't come here.
They're watching
-M