Stockholm Syndrome (H.S. AU)

Chapter Three

      Looking around at the walls, there's no color, no brightness, no shade, nothing. Just white. I grew up without color, my room was white and I never got to color, or go outside like other kids. I stayed inside and obeyed my master. If I didn't obey him, I was punished. The punishment always varied from being beaten, or playing a game, as they called it.
    I'm not a very happy person, I don't remember anything happy ever growing up, everything was always sad. Everyone was always sad. Maybe that's why I'm here, maybe if I was normal I wouldn't be here. Maybe if I had a mom or dad instead of a master and his 'brothers' as he called them. No one was ever nice or kind to me, everything was always in a rush and everyone was always mean. Then I met him. Maybe it was his eyes, or his choice of words, or maybe that he protected me from them. I don't know, all I know is that he was nice to me, he didn't care that I was a girl, or if I didn't speak right away when he asked something. He gave me time to think about my answers, and gave me time to choose my words. He was all I had.
          "Miss." A hand waved over my face, "Miss," I snapped my head up, and focused in on what the blonde lady was saying.
          "Miss, do you know your name?" The lady asks.
          "Celine." I say glancing over at the man in the corner of the room who's watching my every move.
          "Celine?" she starts to  smile, "what about your last name?"
           I begin panicking, I don't know, all I know is that my name is Celine, and that I'm 18. He told me that they took me when I was 3, and that I've been with them ever since. I shake my head no, and I pull my hands up towards my head and start to cry.
          "No, no, miss calm down. It's okay. Just relax, everything is okay, you're gonna be okay. You're safe now." She speaks softly, as if she speaks any louder I'll attack her or freak out.
               I take my hand down from my head and stare back at the lady. Not knowing what to do or say, because I feel like everything I do or say will be held against me. I focus in on the brownness of her eyes, and how they're so dark they almost look black.
          After more questions that I don't know how or what to answer, they take me into a room and strip me of my clothes and wash me. Just like they use to do, I was never allowed to wash myself on my own. Master always said that it was his job or his brothers job to wash me. They scrubbed me down and then they brushed my hair out and put me in a white gown. They took me into a room, and sit me down on the bed and they walk out and shut the door.
       The blonde lady walks in and lifts me up, and takes me into a big room with a line and tables and music playing. I assume this is where they eat their lunch. I look around and see people in white outfits like me and nurses and doctors like the blonde lady. The lady walks me through the line and sits me down on a table, the food here looks disgusting, but it's more then I ever got before, so I eat it.
       The blonde lady, who's name I assume is Caroline, considering the little badge on her outfit says it. Caroline walks off and leaves me to sit by myself looking around for anyone to talk to. My mind wonders off to somewhere different.
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      "Do you know the name of the man that took you?"
       I shake my head no, the doctor sighs and shakes his head, looking up at Caroline on the other side of the room watching us. Caroline walks over and bends down beside me.
       "Celine, I need you to talk to us. Tell us what happened. Tell us how you're here." Caroline says touching my hand slightly.
       "Alex," I say, "the man who took me's name is Alex."
      "What did he look like?" The doctor asks.
      "He had deep brown eyes, and a different accent from mine." I say remembering Alex's dark eyes, and strong voice. Shaking my head of the memories I look down.
     "What did they do to you? How did you get here?" Caroline squeezes my hand gently.
     "I ran away, from the window. And someone found me and took me to the police, and now I'm here." I speak while pulling my hand away from Caroline's.
    "What did they do to you?" The doctor asks again.
      "They made me help them." I say looking at the ceiling at the flickering light.
      "Help them do what?" Caroline says crinkling her ash blond eyebrows.
      "Take people away from their families, and then sell them to the business men." Biting my lip I look away from them.
         They both lean away from me and the doctor writes a few things down and shuffles his papers. He stands up and walks out the door. Caroline gives me a slight smile and grabs my arm and helps me up.