Stockholm syndrome H.S

Prologue

Why? Why do I love him? He kidnapped me, beat me, starved me. Yet I love him. I can explain the feeling I get when I'm around him. People are looking for me, but I don't want to be found. I guess you can say I have Stockholm syndrome. Funny isn't it, how you think stuff like this won't ever happen to you. It does and you don't know what to do. So you just sit there and see what happens. But you just can't ignore it, it eats you alive. At one point you deny it, say it isn't real. You know it is you just don't wanna believe it. Finally one day in your mind it clicks, that it's not a dream. It's real and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Eventually you just give up and let everything play out in front of you. You don't fight it anymore because it's real, and you know you'll never be able to escape it.