Stockholm Syndrome (H.S. AU)

Chapter Seven

There's always a reason for everything, there's a reason for someone to be, or not to be. For me, I thought my reason was to be a helper, to help them catch those innocent people and ruin their lives, like they ruined mine. It seemed like at the time, a good idea to keep myself alive and myself from getting hurt. But looking back at it now I realize ruining and making so many people's lives just as bad as mine, was such a cruel and mean thing to do. Unfortunately, you can't change the past. Come to find out my life wasn't as it seemed to be, my life was a constant battle of what's wrong and what's right. I thought my reason for being on this Earth, was to help them, and to be ridiculed. Until I met him.

*Flashback.*
"Celine, can you come in here for a second?" He yelled from the kitchen. I put down my glass of water and walked into the kitchen to see him struggling to make food.

I giggle covering my mouth with my hand trying not to be loud. "What do you need help with?" I say teasing him.

"I cant figure out how to make this correctly, I've tried with 3 different pieces of chicken. Each of them tasted horrible." He says sighing and laying the cook book down.

I walk over to him and shake my head laughing once more, "you realize you have the oven on too high, and that you're not putting any flavoring on it while you cook it." I say walking towards the cabinet and pulling out some seasoning. Laying a raw piece of chicken on the frying pan I pour some seasoning on top of it. "Now flip it every few minutes, and when it's all white and you check the middle, it'll be done."

He grins at me, "how do you know how to do all of this?"

I frown slightly looking down, the memories going through my mind like a kaleidoscope. "I had to fend for myself when it came to food, or anything really." I say biting my lip.

"I'm sorry- I forgot." He says as his smile drops. "Celine I'm so sorry."

I shake my head, "no it's fine, I need to move on and stop thinking about it." I give a soft smile, "I'm going to go find a book to read. Yell at me when you're done."

*Flashback Ends*

"Celine darling," a finger pokes me. I look over and see Caroline staring down at me, "you've been daydreaming for nearly 15 minutes." She smiles, "what are you thinking about?" She asks sitting beside me.

I look down slightly sad thinking of the memory. "I think I figured out his name. His real name. It's Harry."

Caroline's smile drops, "Celine, we've been over this you can't start talking about him again. He's not real." She frowns, "I'm sorry, but he doesn't exist, it's part of your condition. Imagining and making up people, it's perfectly normal in your situation."

I stay silent, not really knowing what to say. "Okay." I mumble. I look over and see Susan sitting at the table alone, I stand up and walk towards her, "Susan?" I say sitting down across from her.

Susan looks up, "Celine, nice to see you." She smiles politely before looking down and continuing to play with her scrabble board.

"Can you tell me more about that guy you were talking about. Harry?" I say looking down at the scrabble board.

She looks up at me with wide eyes, "who?" She says looking slightly confused.

I crinkly my eyebrows, "that man, Harry. Remember you said his name the other day when I was telling you about the man that saved me."

She shakes her head, "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm sorry." she says getting up and walking away, leaving the scrabble board on the table.

I bite my lip and sigh, getting up as well and walking back over to the couches, crossing my arms over my chest, my mind goes wild. Trying to process what Susan just said.

*Flashback*
I look up to his green eyes, "why don't you tell me your real name?" I ask frowning.

He looks up from his book and closes it laying it down. "I think it's best if we just stick with H, it's complicated. And I don't want to risk your safety."

I nod, not fully understanding what he means but going along with it, because he's the only person I have who seems to care, so why would I not trust him.

In the past month, staying with H I've realized some interesting things. For instance, he loves reading, absolutely loves fiction and poetry, I see him reading the two all the time. He loves music, he loves to hum along to the radio or his phone as he plays music through the speaker. He especially likes a band called Coldplay. Every time he smiles, really smiles his eyes crinkle and his eyes seem to go brighter and greener. He loves coffee, but only with lots of sugar and creamer in it, he can't stand black coffee. And another thing, he doesn't like to be asked about the people who hurt him.

Processing my thoughts, I bend down and take a drink from my water. "Hey H." I look at him. "Thank you."

He looks up from his book once more. "For what?"

"Saving me."

*Flashback ends.*
"Celine. It's time for your appointment with Doctor Sinclair." Caroline smiles softly at me, waking me from my thoughts. I nod and get up following her towards the D hall that leads to the appointment rooms where all the psychiatrists work.