Stockholm Syndrome ~Original~ // discontinued

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My eyes opened to a small, cramped room full of darkness. They wandered for any sign of life, light or exit. In the corner a body was slumped back in a seat, soft snores emmiting from it. The black hair covered it's eyes and I smiled at how peaceful,how innocent it looked. It would of looked almost child like, if a black gun wasn't held tightly in it's hand. It took me a minute to process it but then I remembered.

Matt had shot me.

Involuntarily my hand went up to the area I had been shot, wincing as my fingers grazed over a soft bandage instead of my skin. My mind was filled with questions and words that wouldn't form on my tongue. I wanted to shout at Matt to wake up but I couldn't. He could kill me for trying to follow him.

No, of course he wouldn't. He was my best friend, at least I thought he was. Every since he came back I wasn't sure anymore. Matt shot me, deliberately. But he didn't know it was me, he thought I was girl to do their dirty work, whatever that meant. If he did want to hurt me, he wouldn't of brought me...here, wherever here is, to bandage my wounds.

I tried to make sense of everything, the two sides of my brain at war on what the answer was. I hadn't even realised when Matt had woke up, I only realised when he spoke up.

"You're cute when you're confused Liz."

My eyes widened as I turned to face him,him shining a torch in my face. No doubt in my mind that he could see my burning, red cheeks.

"And when you're embarrassed. You're just a lil' cutie,aren't you?" He chuckled.

"You're cute when you snore." I replied, without thinking. Matt let out a chuckle before switching the light on and turning the torch off. The room looked better now.

The walls were a rich blue, the colour of the sky on a summer night when the moon and stars shone their brightest. You couldn't see them all that well though, they were covered with maps of the country, bits of paper with writing on,drawings and posters. I marvelled at the several band posters and posters of comic book characters. The drawing were of several signs, I recognised them as the signs of the gang that 'owned' the town we lived in.

The Lost Boys.

The Lost Boys had been around from since before I was born. Every four years they recruited a new member, letting the oldest 'retire' in a sense. After sixteen years had passed the gang was completely new. The only thing that remained of the old members were their teachings and instructions. I only knew this since two boys in my class geeked over them and I had overheard one of their conversations. Apparently Matt was quite obsessed with them too or...

No, that wasn't a possibility.

"So I guess you want some answers, huh?" Matt asked, disrupting the silence.

"Yes, now speak."

~*~

My hands fell into my lap, everything processing in my head. It was so unbelievable, but it was true. Every single word that left Matt's mouth was true.

"I'm still the same, please don't think I've changed. It's a minor thing, I had to do it. It won't affect anything. Promise you'll still think the same of me." He pleaded, the look im his eyes was fearful. As if everything depended on me. I was at a loss of words, tripping over my words. I managed to say two words, two words that everything depended on.

"I promise."

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