Stockholm Syndrome

Stockholm Syndrome

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"Angela! Come downstairs please!" "Coming mom!" As Angela walks through the hallway to the staircase, she hears her mothers voice from the closet. "Don't go Angela. I have been hearing it too. Hide NOW." Stockholm Syndrome is a story following Angela, an 18 year old girl about to go to college. While packing, she hears her mom call her from downstairs. However, it's not her mom. It's someone, or something, that will take her away forever. Stockholm Syndrome is sort of a horror, but then turns into a romance, as it is narrated by Angela. This book may have some inappropriate concepts, trauma, swear words, scare you, etc. If you can't deal with that, I would recommend leaving. But if you can, welcome! I will update every other day, enjoy!
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The sounds overwhelm me and I don't know what to do. I watch as the people swarm around me talking, but I can't hear them. I am watching the screen. I see myself in the recording, but what I see is not what I remember. I look at the woman with hope in her eyes. "That's not me." I state matter-of-factly, but I can't even convince myself. I see myself and I know that it's me, but it didn't happen. I see the hope drain from the woman's eyes. "Come on Laney, don't you remember?" A tall blonde boy asks me with desperation evident in his voice. "I'm sorry, but um, that's not what happened. And my name is not Laney." I look down, not wanting to see the pain in his eyes. He seemed familiar, it was hard to hurt him, but there was nothing I could do. They had the wrong girl. The doctor ushers them out of the room again and I hear her whisper to them as they leave, "We can try again tomorrow." Then I am left once again in the white room with nothing, no one. Again, I am alone, and that is how I like it. I sigh as I walk back to my white bed, and close my eyes, prepared for another night of restless sleep.

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