24: Sight
Sight wasn't really something that was working well today. I could tell from the lighting that it was still dark outside. I saw a blurry shape of Luke and then it went dark as I pushed my head into his chest. He carried me downstairs, flicked on a light and dialed a number. I could see his lips moving but had trouble making out the words.
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Stockholm Syndrome
General FictionI didn't want to. I wouldn't. I won't. But suddenly I was doing it. I didn't even register my feet hitting the fourteen steps it took to get up the stairs. My brain ignored the ninth step and how creaky and loud it was. And then I was there. Finding...
