Stockholm Syndrome
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Hello there!
First of all I would like to thank anybody who read and/or reviewed my two other works: Just One Kiss and Ice Make. Its not much, but it is a lot for me as somebody who is just starting out.
Anyway, this is the prologue/ introduction thingy for my multi-chapter GaLe/ Gajevy fan fiction. I came up with this idea over a few days of thinking constantly about what I could do.
I cannot promise weekly updates, as I am quite busy with dance training and competing and school or course. And I am genuinely a bit of a procrastinator. Maybe monthly updates? All I know is that updates will not be scheduled updates, so I ask that you still be patient.
Enjoy this introduction!
Darkness. All she could see was darkness.
Dark shadows in every corner, dark walls around her, a dark floor beneath her small feet. There was only a single sliver of light seeping through the crevice under the door. Besides her hair and clothes, there was no color. Besides her racing heart and her heavy breathing, there was no sound. There was only her and the darkness; a beast swallowing her whole.
'Dark' was also the only word to describe her captor.
She had no words forming in her throat to describe time. She hadn't a clue how long she had been locked in there. Days? Weeks maybe? There was no clock on the wall, no window to let the light of the setting and rising sun through. She only had her thoughts and her body's own timer. She only had the clothes on her back and an old, rotting mattress in the corner.
She had nothing else. No reason behind her captivity, nothing to read or write on. There was nothing to entertain her at all.
So, she kept busy by listening to the sounds on the other side creaky door. She spent hours with her ear pressed against the rotting wood, catching the tiniest sounds like a pin dropping to the floor. But mostly all she heard was the shuffling of feet and quiet, hushed voices forming incoherent sentences. She would strain herself in hopes of making out the words that were being said, but she never succeeded.
Despite the fact that she was kidnapped out of the blue by a terrifying and dark figure, she never cried once. It was like her body had run out all of a sudden, like it was telling her that crying would do no good. Not a single tear slipped down her cheeks. Even when her stomach ached for food, even when the silence became too loud, even when her body screamed desperately for a proper bed and sunlight, she did not cry.
It wouldn't do her any good anyway. She was locked in a sickeningly dark and lonely cellar, guarded by her captor and lacking the heat she needed to stay warm. She couldn't do anything to free herself. There was no window to climb out of. It was impossible to dig through the stone floor with the bare hands that once picked delicate roses from blooming gardens. She had no tools, her body was small and dainty, and even if she could escape she had no idea where she was or how she could get home.
Home. That was where she needed to be.
She needed to feel the freedom of roaming down wide and golden corridors, to admire the marble statues carved by the most talented, careful hands and lining the walls to be admired. She needed to be outside in the castle's large garden where the sunlight would kiss her soft skin and comfort her with warmth. She needed to pampered and cleaned and dressed in gowns made of the finest silk, hair curled to perfection without a single strand out of place. She needed to be in her library with ceiling high shelves of books and tombs and spines made of leather, with thousands of words painting vivid pictures in her mind.
But mostly, she needed her people. She needed to be surrounded by the familiar and smiling faces of her friends and the proud grins of her parents. She needed to feel the joy that came with being around the people she loved, the comfort and protection that came with her two best knights, and the laughter that always sounded from the courtyard and village below.
Something kept nagging at her and telling her that she was there for a reason. Something in the back of her mind was telling her that it was her destiny to be there, locked away and shut out from whatever was on the other side of the door. She needed a straight out answer, but whenever she managed to ask her captor when he slipped small plates of food into the room, he would always respond with a grunt and nothing more.
It angered her, to be ignored and to not have the answers to her many questions. She was so used to having all the information she wanted at her finger tips, to always having all the attention on her. She didn't get any of that now, and it irritated her to the very core. She wanted answers. She wanted attention. She wanted to be back in the palace and out of the darkness.
Levy McGarden was royalty. She was a princess, and if a princess is locked in a tower, she is not supposed to escape.
So that was that.
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