Ordinary

_My heart raced.
Was he going to come back?
Where was he?
What was going on?
Where was I?
Was I going to be okay?
Could I get help?
Or was I helpless?
Was I going to be left here to rot?
So many questions, so little answers
and a dark room full of nothingness.
I couldn't think anymore, I was getting tired, but I couldn't possibly fall asleep, I couldn't know what would happen if I did, I didn't even want to imagine it._

Attention: !This is a work of fiction! !These characters and this storyline are made up!
!Although you should still consider that Stockholm syndrome is a thing, as are other things that will happen in this work of fiction, so they should be taken seriously and not made fun of! If I do make any mistakes in "showing what can happen with Stockholm syndrome" please feel free to correct me!

Trigger Warnings, this story will contain:
-A form of Stockholm-Syndrome
-kidnaping
-NO SELF HARM (cause I am sick of those stories and I know how many people it will trigger)
- (BUT there will probably be) one person harming another maayyybe in a horrific way
-> I will put another TW Infront of the parts where I think it should be pointed out again

Attention: None of these amazing peaces of art belong to me, I wasn't able to find the artists, so if you do find them, give them some love and support