Yeah. I'm back… I think. Not that that little piece of information is that exciting lol. I'm a nerd. Anyways. This little story popped into my head when my boyfriend was driving me to work one time. And we were listening to the new blink 182 cd and the song Stockholm syndrome came on. And he explained what it was. And for some reason I found the concept very romantic in a totally twisted, psychotic and painful way. And even if I can't do it in quite the way I want to, I wanted to capture that. So I'm going to try.

Slash. As it will always be.

Stockholm Syndrome

Prologue

The dictionaries define the Stockholm syndrome as an emotional attachment of a captive to their captor. They say that one realizes that there is a higher chance of survival when they pretend to be sympathetic toward their captor. However, life has its ways of twisting even the most simple of concepts. Eventually, it is said, that one grows emotionally fond of their captor. There is a scientific explanation: prolonged time with one person, dependence, a need to survive, etc.

The truth of the matter is, when it actually happens, it's much different than its definition. It isn't just a reaction from spending too much time with someone you have to be completely dependent on. It's much more than that.

I would know. Maybe more than anyone I have ever met will understand. In fact, it's possible that no one will ever quite understand. But I do. I know what it's like to be scared for my life at one moment and then feel completely safe the next. I know what it's like to want nothing more than to disappear with one person from reality, to slip into our own world, made especially for us.

I know because it has happened to me.

I can still remember what is was like to forget exactly why I was moving from hotel to hotel with someone who had been a complete stranger to me just a few weeks before. I can still remember just how easy it was to forget about my family and my friends and everything that was important to me.

That's because the Stockholm syndrome is much more than what it sounds like. It's more than a captive forming some sort of emotional bond with their captive as a means of survival.

It's about losing who you used to be and what you used to feel. It's about living in a dream world that is so wonderful you never want to wake up. It's about a love so deep and so special and so devastating that you can barely remember your own mother's name. It's about losing who you once were to something much more wonderful.

It has been two years since I've last seen him. Two whole years and I can still feel the fear of having a gun being held to my head as I was forced away from everything I've ever known. I still feel as if my heart is breaking the way it had when I watched him drive away from me.

The Stockholm syndrome is defined as a psychological explanation for the phenomenon of a captive being emotionally attacked to their captor. However, it is much more than that. It is an obsession that never lessens in time.

TBC…

Haha. I cannot believe I just wrote that. It sounds so melodramatic. I think I must be ill or something. I promise that the rest of this silly little thing will not be as dramatic as this intro. At least I hope not. I don't do drama very well. I'm a very calm person who is overwhelmed by drama. And yet, here I am, trying my hand at a "serious" fic.

R&R and tell me that I haven't completely lost my mind. (or tell me that I have. I don't really mind).

Oh yeah. And I am planning on finishing Friday lol. That silly story has been in the back of my mind, haunting me for who knows how long. But alas, RL has not been agreeing with me lately. Plus… I have no idea exactly how I want to end it. I think I'm going to go for… ambiguous. Just like this here story. Ok. I'm leaving now.