Stockholm Syndrome

Rose Faith Davis comes from a family torn apart by the unfortunate events of a late night drive. It's taken years to overcome the loss of the one that believed in her so much. Now, she's graduated high school and is ready to take on the task that is college. She'll be moving from her small American town to the bustling city of Sydney, Australia. There's a lot of bad things happening over the sea, however, this doesn't scare Rose. She's up for any challenge, and will chase her dreams no matter what. ~Don't follow your dreams, chase them~


3. Sydney

*Hours Later*

          With only an hour or so left until the plane lands in Australia, I’ve run out of activities to do. At the beginning I took a nap for about three hours with Starbomb on repeat. When I woke up I decided to get one of my story journals out and write a part of a story; this time with the Jackson 5 on loop. After writing for so long that my hand started to cramp up, I finally decided to look up what has been going on in Sydney.

          For the past year or so, there have been multiple killings by an unknown group. The media suspects that it is an underground drug cartel, but no one knows for sure. The killings have all been random, other than the fact that they have all been male. They have all been convicts for some nasty crimes as well. If I had to guess, the ones who were killed got in the way of the drug business in some way. Then, after they looked into the man, they sent hitmen to take them out. It doesn’t really make me fear for my life, since I’m not male and haven’t been convicted of anything.

          I sigh as I rub my temples, closing my laptop. All of this information that I’m trying to process before I land in Sydney is making my head hurt.

          “Hello, this is your pilot speaking,” a man’s voice comes over the intercom. “It looks like we are going to be landing in Sydney a few minutes early, and it is looking to be a great day there.”

          I stop listening to the chatter that every pilot says and begin to pack up. The facts of the killings still swimming around my head.

          Is it possible that it’s just a coincidence that all the killings have been convicted male? What if I get lost and find myself face to face with a drug lord or one of his minions? There is a possibility there is no drug business at all, but then who would be doing all these killings?

          The plane hits the ground, snapping me out of my thoughts and dragging me back to reality.

          Once the plane comes to a complete stop, it’s about ten minutes later before I’m walking off and heading to bag claim.

          “This is going to take forever,” I mumble to myself before talking out my phone to check all my calls, texts, and emails. I quickly go through my emails, deleting spam and other messages I don’t need, before the baggage claim beeps and I’m forced to pay attention.

          After a long fifteen minutes, I have my three bags, and I’m carefully heading to grab a taxi.

          It’s hectic trying to grab a taxi, but after ten minutes of waiting, I finally snag one and I’m on my way to my new apartment.

          “You don’t seem to be from around here,” my taxi driver has a very thick Australian accent.

          “Is it that obvious?” I chuckle.

          “A bit. Where ya from?”

          “America. I got accept to a college here. It’s been a bit nerve-raking.”

          “I could understand that. What with everything that’s been going on over here. It’s a bit surprising the large number of people still coming into the city.

          “You’ve got to take a risk, I guess,” I shrug. “I wasn’t going to give up going to college, so I had to come. It’s not like I’ll be in the heart of the city all the time. I’ll be living in one of the suburbs on the outskirts of town.”

          “You’re quite brave.”

          “Or stupid,” I giggle. “I guess you could call me brave, though. I’ve dyed my hair for the past few years, and don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. I also have a tattoo and plan on getting a few more.”

          “I could never do that.”

          I giggle once again, “It’s a lot commitment, but so worth it in the end. The tattoo, I mean. Not the hair. I can change my hair whenever I want.”

          The taxi driver laughs and I smile.

          I can do this. This is a new chapter of my life, and I’m already doing pretty well. Nothing is going to stop me.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Sorry for such a short chapter to return with, but I don't want a lot a time jumps in one chapter. Also, I would love to know what you think of this story so far! Hope you liked it! :D
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