Stockholm Syndrome (BECHLOE)

Chapter 1

I open my eyes and everything around me is black. There's a burning pain at the back of my head. I try to figure out what it is and slowly touch my occiput. There's a a large bulge which hurts while I touch it. What happened? Where am I? The last thing I remember is that I was on my way home, but where am I now? I try to feel for my surrounding, but there isn't much. The cold stone where I am sitting on and...well, there's nothing more. One part of me wants to stand up and walk around to look if there's anything else, the other part fears the unknown surrounding and just sits petrified in this empty room. I can't feel a briese, so I guess I am in a closed room. The air is cold as the stone under me and I try to keep myself warm. There are so much scenarios in my head. Who am I? Beca Mitchell. That's kinda good. I can remember my name, but that's the only thing I know. I flash back to when I was walking home, but it suddenly turns black and ends in the dark, lonely room in which I am now. I start to panic and I can't explain why.

"Hello!!! Is there someone? Help me! Someone please help me!"

No response. Just the crushing silence. I feel how my body heats and a tear running down my face. A reaction to total desperation. Slowly I curl up and cry. Shaking because of the cold stones and the fear. I could die in here. Who knows how I came here and who put me here. Maybe they leave me here to die. Maybe it was just an accident. Maybe someone will come. Maybe....maybe..... suddenly the cold and the fear creeps through my body. I try to shake it off, but I can't. A quiet whimper comes out of my mouth and I start to shake even harder. I am lost in here. I am lost in nowhere. Alone in the darkness. Than suddenly I hear footsteps coming clother. There are people talking, but I don't get a word.

*bang*

Bright lights are blinding me and I start blink. The light hurt my eyes and so I close them for a while. Everything is white now. Am I dead? No, I still can feel the cold air and hear the people around me.

"She's finally awake."

A man with a deep voice says from outside. Than I see a huge shadow walking in. It's the silhouette of a women. She starts to speak with pleasure in her voice.

"Look at her, she's yours now."

A few moments later I find myself on a chair with bound hands in another room. The huge shadow is standing in front of me. The women has blonde hair that falls over her shoulders. Now that I can see her clear, I can tell that she isn't much taller than me. She comes a bit closer.

"So who do we have here?"

Confused I look at her, not able to say a word.

"What's your name?"

"Beca."

I say quietly.

"See, that was easy. If you help me, I help you."

"I can help you, but let me go!"

"No, we just spent some minutes together and you already want to go?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Who are you?"

"I am Aubrey, but that won't help you."

"Where am I."

"At my home."

"What do you want?"

"Oh."

She laughs and than goes on.

"We want to play."

"Chloe! She's yours. Till now she seems hopeful."

What does she mean with hopeful? I don't even know her. What does she wants? I try to calm myself down. Behind Aubrey a door opens and a red haired girl comes in. Her curles fall perfectly as she walkes straight to me. She looks overwhelming in this skinny black pants and jacket. Without a word she grabs my arm thight and pushes me out the room, back into the darkness.