Stockholm Syndrome // h.s. (ON HOLD)

"Trust me, you're never leaving, but if you do, you'll leave loving me."


3. three.

"Give me one good reason."  

"Because you're my best friend! I don't want you living like this anymore." 

Jennifer shook her head and kept walking along the pavement. Do I regret letting her go? She kept thinking to herself, I can't help but feel bad, but at the same time it was her fault! 

When she unlocked the door she heard her mom holler at her, "Honey, is that you?" 

"No it's a burglar, give me your money, I totally have a gun, so put your hands where I can see them." Jen said sarcastically and unenthusiastically. 

"How did you get past your dad and I this morning, and where'd you go?" Her mom said. 

"Well, you see, I flew away on my magic broom, I'm actually a witch, and I make delicious hot soups and brews with fingers and souls mixed in them." Jen almost died of laughter right in the middle of her explanation but managed to speak seriously. Her mom looked at her funny, and walked towards her. 

"Are you feeling alright? You're acting awfully strange." She felt Jen's forehead. 

"What's that smell?" Her mom asked, Jen's heart starting beating, she's only been caught smoking one other time, her mom sniffed the air, "Oh my God, S-"


"Honey that was years ago...." 

"And not one day has past without something reminding me of my past. Why do you have to be so God damn insensitive?! Shall I hire someone to take their childhood out on you and we can discuss why you wouldn't want to be called by your real name either?"

"Jennifer, that's-" 

"Delusional? Crazy? Tell me mother, tell me how crazy I am and how I need to calm down, and that I need to be put in an asylum like you always do. Go on, it's what you do best mom. If you're even my real mom, what's next? Are you going to tell me I'm adopted? Honestly I don't even see you as a mother anymore, you're the most cold hearted bitch ever and you never consider what i want or how I fucking feel."

Jennifer pushed her way past her mom and stomped back upstairs, trying not to cry. When she reached for her door knob, she lost it and started sobbing, she quickly walked into her room and slammed the door shut. 

"One day I'll have enough money to move out of this hell hole." She said to herself.

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