Stockholm Syndrome

Drapetomani

A/N:

drapetomani: (n.) an overwhelming urge to run away.

I'm still here sitting at the table. We're all eating breakfast but no one seems to want to talk, not even me. I got here last night and i just want to get back home. This feels weird in so many ways. I have a lot of questions. Who are these people? Were they kidnapped like me?

I finished eating the eggs Harry cooked and excused myself. I looked around the house and all the doors were locked. This felt like a prison that I wanted to escape. I walked around the first floor and saw a wall phone. "This is it." I whispered to myself.

The red wall phone looked new so it would work. I dialed my mother's phone number and waited for her to pick up. Please pick up. I thought to myself. If Harry saw me using the phone I would die today. He could flick me with his finger and I would be in a coma. He is so much larger than all of us.

"Hello?" My mom answered.

"Mom? It's me."

"Oh my God Louis. Where are you?"

"I'm in so-". Someone yanked the phone out of my hands before I could tell her my location.

"What are you doing?" He smashed the wall phone on the floor after yanking it from the wall. "I knew having a phone was a horrible idea."

"Let me go, please."

"Louis, I'm trying to help you. If you do things like this then my boss will make me hurt you and i don't want to do that."

"Right... I don't want that." I said awkwardly and slowly backing up and going to 'my room'.

I walked up the stairs and entered the room. Once I closed the door I sat down on one of the desk chairs. This room looked like a two person room. Who used to live here? Or who lives here?

I heard a knock on the wall and ignored it. It was probably my imagination.

"Is someone in there?" I recognized the voice from this morning.

"Yes. Are you the blond guy from downstairs?"

"Yes it's me. I need your help." My help? Help with what? "I need to escape."

"So do I."

"We can't all go at the same time, they will know what's going on." True, but how can I trust he will come back or try to help the rest of us once he escapes. "My name is Niall. One time i was at the grocery store buying some cookies and when I entered the car someone kidnapped me. I don't remember anything else. They must've drugged me or something."

"I'm Louis and i was at a party until my mother called me that someone broke in. I got there and the guy fought me until he won and took me." Do we have something in common?

Niall doesn't live far from my house and we have the same age. He's been here for a month now. A month. I need to put these pieces together and figure all this out. Maybe I can ask the other guy and the girl and see what else i can find.

"How do you plan to do this?" I asked him curiously. Harry once said that if someone tried to escape then things will be worse for them.

"I have it all planned. There's a door in the basement and it doesn't have a lock. I could escape through there but i need your help. There's a camera that films who enters and who exits. I need you to cover that camera with a cloth or something and then distract Harry."

This seemed like a well thought plan. But what if Harry catches him? Or the person behind all this.

Niall and I kept talking and everything will take motion at 6 o' clock. I have to say i'm quite scared because i don't know how to distract Harry. I should probably ask questions about all this.