Stockholm Syndrome (Tokio Hotel/Bill Kaulitz Fanfiction)

Don't Jump

So, this chapter is named after you know the song. And I want you to listen to that on repeat while you read, okay? okay.

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Blood.

So much blood.

The little girl couldn't understand, but she cried out in pain, what was going on? She wanted to understand why was he doing this to her. She had to bite her tongue to stay quiet when he told her to keep her mouth shut. It hurt, it hurt her so much and she felt so ashamed of herself as he touched her, as he moved crushing her under his weight, grunting while doing so...

"Oh, God!" She woke up. It had only been a nightmare, but it felt awful, it felt as if her mind wanted to punish her too.

She'd had enough, she sat up and looked at Mark next to her; he was still asleep. She got out of bed as quietly as she could, of course Mark couldn't get up...after the amount of strength he had used on her...

She walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her before daring to turn the light on, in the mirror she could see how her full lips were stained with dried blood from that little cut in the corner of them. She uncovered her stomach to see the pale bruise that was starting to appear on her skin.

Regardless, he had never touched her without her permission, he might get violent, but he had taken her away from the nightmare of a life that she had in her own home.

She thought of her mother for a little while, she had been fighting for too long, she was just too tired and as she thought of her mother she wished that they could finally be together.

The mirror didn't lie. She was starting to show her blonde roots, she shrugged knowing that it would only be a day or two and stumbled her way back to bed, next to the guy that had so kindly beaten her up for coming home late.

The morning came too soon for her. Mark turned on his side and looked at her tired face as she looked up at the ceiling; the alarm clock was still going off on his side but they both let it die out.

A hand ran softly across the girl's reddened cheek and her gaze didn't move from the ceiling.

"I'm sorry." He said to her. "I was just worried something happened to you, you understand, right?" She turned to look at him now and nodded. "Good."

She had had a hard time getting out of bed, she didn't want to, but she had to. Instead of going to school right away she went to the drug store and then went to school.

The girl had no friends and no one to talk to in that school; she didn't even trust the teachers; specially the dark haired ones with long noses and smug faces, they reminded her of him.

The classes were boring that day, but she hanged on to the little bottle in her backpack all day to get through it; not even taking notes of the homework, she knew she wasn't going to be coming to school the next day.

By the time school was over it was raining, she stepped into the street without an umbrella, she hadn't even taken a sweater with her that day, she was aware of the looks people gave her but she didn't care, she had had it.

She just couldn't feel anything anymore, all she had were echoes of sensations she had previously felt. It was obvious to her that this was the only thing left to do. She cleared her face with her hands and looked up from her feet on the pavement, the building was so close. She reached inside her backpack and held the small bottle of sleeping pills in her hand, she held on to it for the rest of the way. She was finally smiling to the prospect of the end.