Titanium
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What if I told you something? Something so unrealistic that you may just call me crazy, call a mental hospital, and ship me off to the loony bin. Or maybe you may think that I'm just kidding about living with my perfect nonexistent family and me being the last and only vampire princess forced to marry an icky werewolf prince, who is too entirely full of himself. What if I fell in love with a human? What if something tragic happened that may end the human race? What if I'm Cody Emerson and I fell in love with Niall Horan? Just remember, this is no Twilight story, this just may help you one day. ©, wreckingNiall, 2013
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Most people would call my life perfect and I used to agree. I have wonderful and supportive parents and a hot, soon to be pro athlete, boyfriend. I have been described as beautiful, smart, and funny. I would say I had it all. I am currently going to school at Harvard, but l'm doing study abroad at Oxford. Going to Oxford changed a lot of things for me, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle or fix. No, the real problems started when I decided to take one day off to explore London. I started my day off with coffee and ended it with a few stalkers. That's the exact moment my life came crashing down. It feels like I was walking on cloud nine. One second I was floating and the next I'm crashing. All because of Niall Horan. Everything I thought I knew is wrong. How can one man do so much damage to my life? Everything I have learned in my psychology classes are keeping me afloat, especially my recent study of Stockholm Syndrome. What happens when you spend your whole life in the sky? You can't go any higher, which means you can only go down. *** "Can someone who suffers from Stockholm Syndrome truly fall in love with their captor?" Professor Dunham asks. "No. Stockholm Syndrome is your brain coping with the trauma you are experiencing. You can't love someone just because they decide not to kill you." I answer with no hesitation. "And how do you treat Stockholm Syndrome?" Professor Dunham asks like it is a tricky question. My classmate jokingly says, "lots and lots of therapy." Not satisfied with my classmate's answer I add by saying, "and never judge or give advice. You have to help the victim on their own terms and avoid polarization. They see the captor as the one who kept them alive. They won't see the bad right away." *** All ideas and concepts come from my own mind. Do not use any of my ideas. K? Thanks! And there will be swearing, alcohol and drug use, and sexual themes throughout the story.

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