Stockholm Syndrome (BECHLOE)

Chapter 11

"Beca? Honey, where are you?"

Slowly I stand up. It's Chloe's voice calling for me. I open the door and step out of the room. I see metallic walls reflecting the lights.

"Beca? ...... Beca, won't you come over?"

I follow the voice down the corridor. Here are so much doors. I open the first, but the room is empty. I go on running from one door to the other. I pull it open, but there's nothing again. Chloe's voice is still calling for me. Gently and sweet, how it use to be. I follow her. Forward through the corridor. Everything is similar. I don't know where I am or if I have been here already.

"Beca?"

The voice is getting louder. I am coming closer to Chloe. Than I see a door at the end of the corridor. It looks different than all the other doors. I run over and open it. Suddenly Chloe starts to scream. The sound is shrill and fills my mind. I don't want to hear it, but it doesn't stop. She screams more and more and even louder as she did at the beginning. I can hear the pain in her screams. I step into the room and there she is. Laying on the ground in a huge red puddle. Aubrey is standing next to her, holding a knife full with blood in her hand. She smiles. It's this creepy smile, that I've seen so often in her face. I run over to Chloe and fall down next to her. I feel the warm blood touching my skin. Slowly I turn her around and look into her eyes. They are frozen. I start shaking her, but nothing happens. I take her in my arms and hold her up. Her blood is everywhere. My hands are covered with it. Her face, her clothes and her hair are also full of blood.

"Chloe!"

I start to scream, but she still doesn't show an reaction.

"Chloe, come back!.....Chloe!"

"Beca! Beca, wake up!"

Suddenly hands are grabbing me and I hear a familiar voice screaming my name. She seems far away, but I can hear her clear.

"Beca!"

Slowly Chloe gets blurred and everything becomes red. I only see the blood and than everything is white. I blink and look up into Dr.Haiz's eyes. I am bathed in sweat and my heart is beating as fast as it can. I start to cry in my despair. I don't know what to do anymore.

"Chloe....i need Chloe! ....i want Chloe."

"Everything is okay, Beca. It was only just a dream."

I look deep in her eyes and shake my head.

"Do you had a flashback?"

I shrug.

"She will kill us."

"Who will kill you?"

"Aubrey."

"No, Beca. The police got her. You're save."

"But Chloe isn't....."

"Do you want to tell me some more about Chloe? Did she was also there?"

"She was.....She's just the best girl in the world..."

I start to cry again. Dr. Haiz is grabbing my hand and strokes over it.

"Hey, don't cry. It's okay. Everything is okay."

"Nothing is okay! I want out of here, but you don't let me go! You say you want to help me, but you know nothing! The only one who could help me is Chloe! I am fine! My only problem is, that you don't let me go!"

I scream at her, but she stays calm.

"If it would be that easy, we would let you go. You're sick, Beca."

"I am fine!"

"You're not. Look at your arm and your legs. Your body is full with cuts and you have panic attacks and anxiety. Beca you have a sickness. We think you have the Stockholm syndrome. It's when..."

I rudely interrupt her.

"I don't have the stockholm syndrome! How can you even think this?!"

"You didn't know a Chloe before this happened. She is one of the people that's been holding you hostage."

"No, she isn't like this! Chloe is good! I love her!"

"That's the point. Maybe she helped you sometimes and made you think that she is good, but she is one of them."

"She isn't! How can you talk like this about her? You don't even know her!"

"It's okay, Beca. This happens to many people that are hold hostage. With the right treatment you will be fine again."

"I am fine. Let me go..."

"We can't. You couldn't live like this. It could happen that you hurt yourself while you have a nightmare or a flashback. The anxiety doesn't go away this easy."

"But i don't want this. I want away from here, i don't know you or anybody else. I want Chloe!"

"I can't give you Chloe, but maybe we could call some friends or your father. That could help you, to get over everything that happened to you."

What this woman is talking about? At first she was nice and wanted to help and now she is saying that I have the stockholm syndrome? She is saying that I don't really love Chloe?! Who does she thinks she is to judge like this about my life? She knows nothing! Absolutely nothing! And my father....well, he did nothing wrong, but he won't believe me. He's good. He listens to the police, does nothing wrong, but he also listens to doctors. This time they aren't right!

"I will call your father,okay?"

I nod. I don't know if I want it, but he is my father. I think he kinda has the right to see me, even if I am not in the mood. But maybe Dr.Haiz is right and it brings me to other thoughts.