Stockholm Syndrome (H.S. AU)

Chapter Six

Celine's POV

*Present Time*

The thing about the past is a funny thing, some say it's a coincidence or even luck to be born in the same generation as the love of your life. Some say it's luck to even fall in love with someone. I say, it's luck to have food, a life, a family, someone or more then one someone to love you. I never had that, and I'm not one to complain, especially since it's a blessing and a wonder that I'm even alive, but part of me doesn't ever feel like I was really alive. Except when I was with him.

"Celine. Dear, you need to pay attention to me when I'm instructing you." Caroline says sighing slightly a sticking a piece of fallen hair behind her ear. I look up at her and watch he was she continues to speak on how I need to make friends, so I have someone to talk to and so I can heal. On and on she goes, until I finally got up and walked away from her blabbing and sat down beside a women in her mid 20's with jet black hair, tanned skin, and deep brown eyes.

I began fiddling with my fingers and picked up a book from the table in front of me and sat it on my lap looking at the cover. It read 'Looking For Alaska," so I opened it up and began reading it. Soon after getting to chapter two of the book, the women beside me sat hers down and looked at me for a moment. She cleared her throat, and I looked up. Biting my lip, I looked away from her and faked a cough.

The women spoke, "and what brings a girl like you to a psychiatric hospital meant for crazy people?" She asks not breaking her eyes away from mine.

"uhm.." I stutter slightly trying to figure out what and how to answer her question. " I was kidnapped," I look down and pinch my eyebrows together. "And they found me and brought me here." I say looking up slightly.

"I see," she says, frowning slightly. " I understand that you must be very overwhelmed and scared right now, and that's okay. I was too, when I first got here." She says sighing.

"When was that?" I ask. " How Long have you been here?"

"About 10 years ago," she smiles slightly at me, trying to show some kind of comfort to me. "I've been here for 10 years in April." she looks around the room, I assume to see if any nurses or doctors are watching us or listening into our conversation. "What did they diagnose you?"

"Schizophrenic." I say taking in a deep breath. " They believe I made up the boy who saved me, when I did not."

She nods her head and looks at me weirdly for a moment, " tell me about this 'boy who saved you'," she crinkles her eyebrows and waits for my response.

I sigh, "well," I look around and make sure Caroline isn't about to attack me or anything, " He saved me, form my kidnappers, I got away and ran and ran and ran until i couldn't anymore and I fell and before I knew it, he was there." She nods her head waiting for me to continue. " I woke up in his cabin and I was scared at first, but soon learned that he wouldn't hurt me. He told me how he wanted to help me, because he never got to help himself against his kidnappers. I later found out that he was like me, taken as a child and abused sexually, physically, and mentally. He was my safe place and my home, he made me feel like I had a home. And then one day I fell asleep and he left, and they found me again. They hurt me again and the only thing that kept me going was him, his green eyes, brown chocolate curls, and kind hearted smile."

"Wait," she says sitting up in her chair. "Do you remember his name? The man who saved you?" she asks sitting the book that was previously on her lap, onto the table in front of the both of us.

"He wouldn't tell me his name, all he would tell me is his name was H, but he knew who I was. He knew my name and my kidnappers names, he knew everything there was to know about me, even down to my favorite color." I say smiling slightly at the thought of him sitting at the kitchen table, holding a cup of coffee in his hands, and every now and then taking a sip of the coffee and tipping the mug up so only his forest green eyes showed.

She gasps slightly. "Harry."