Stockholm Syndrome

Life is not like in the movies. You don't wake up one day and know exactly what will happen and just realize your dreams. Sometimes you can't even influence things.
The tumor was spotted when I was fifteen. I'm eighteen now and it's time to say goodbye. But not because I will die, no. It's more than this. It's time to say goodbye, because I'm starting a new life... But not like I planned it.
At first everything feels like a dream, but suddenly it turns into a nightmare and all I can do is watch. I can't explain why, but all at once I'm caught between where I am, what and especially who I want. Life is hard. There is love, hate, loss and happiness, but am I strong enough to stay and say what's on my mind?


4. Hope

"So… what do we do now?" Niall asked and looked at Zayn.

"I- I don't know" he answered and looked on the floor.

"The News are informed. Our parents had an appointment, so there's gonna be a broadcast in a few hours," Xander said. "And then... then we can only hope. Hope that this deception set her free. Hope someone has seen them. Hope she's still..." he couldn't say the last word.

"Don't say that," said Cassidy, sniffling. She straightened up. "She'll be fine. She is strong, even though she just had surgery. She'll come out of there again."

She brushed her hair back and looked exactly like Grace. Then her eyes met mine and I quickly turned my eyes away, when I noticed that I was staring at her.

"Harry... had you seen anything? You had forgotten your wallet and were therefore again in her room. Is there anything you noticed?"

I acted as I would think and then slowly shook my head.

"I'm sorry, but everything was normal. Haven't doctors or nurses seen anything?" I asked, hoping fervently that she said "No".

"Unfortunately not..." she said, looking on the ground, and breathed deeply. "I... I must stop crying, that helps no one" she said, standing up. "Where is your bathroom, Zayn?"

He described her briefly the way, but then went with her.

"If this guy does something to her..." Xander said and looked up at us. "And I'd find him... he won't survive our meeting, I swear it to you."

I had to swallow.




I heard as Harry drove away and sat down sideways on my bed.

Every movement hurt, it was terrible.

First, I stretched out my hand after the water bottle and drank cautiously. But then I realized how thirsty I was. I drank until the bottle was empty and put it back on the table.

I knew that I couldn't just jump up and dance through the area, I had to move slowly, step by step.

So I put one foot down, then the other, holding me to the bed. Wobbly I stood there, unable to do anything. Then I made a few shaky steps forward and let go of the bed. But when I wanted to make a further step, my legs didn't move and I lay on the ground.

The fall was hard; the ground was not exactly designed with velvet carpet.

I tried to stand up again, but I didn't succeed. Again and again and again I tried, but every time my legs didn't move and I landed on the hard ground.

Meanwhile, my knees were already scraped and I started to cry. In that moment I was as helpless and desperate as never before in my life. So I cried out to the only person who could help me now.






We talked for a few minutes and thought about who could kidnap Grace and for what reason, but we, fortunately, didn't came to a result.

Eventually I cleared my throat and stood up.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. My mom is sick," I lied and everyone nodded.

Niall took me to the door and as I was leaving, he asked, "Are you okay, mate?" 

I looked at him and met his searching gaze.

"I'm just worried about my mother," I lied, but he didn't nod or anything else.

He looked at me and then said simply, "You've never been a good liar, Harry. Is everything okay with you?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm just worried, man" I said and he nodded slowly.

"Okay... then tell her greetings from me" he said and I nodded.

Then I got into my car and didn't look again to the door.

Nialls look burned on me, but I didn't look at him.


Before I went back to the cabin, I bought food. When I arrived at it, I tucked the car as usual behind a few trees and then opened the door.

I never locked it. Who should find the cabin and think it's so interesting that he entered? And Grace was in her room, which was locked too, so there was no reason to worry.

"Gracie, I'm back!" I cried and put the bags on the table. I got no response, which surprised me. So I went to her door and knocked.

"Are you okay, love?", I asked and heard a sniffle, followed by a soft "No."

I unlocked the door and then looked shocked to the ground where she sat crying. I immediately went to her and sat down beside her.

"What happened?" I asked her and she looked at me with wet eyes.

"My limbs are so stiff that I can hardly move. I hurts so terribly," she said and was about to begin to cry again.

"Shh" I said, putting an arm around her and hugged her briefly. "Your muscles need to warm up first again. Would you like to take a hot bath?" I offered her and she nodded slowly.

"That would be nice," she said, and smiled slightly.

"Okay," I said and took back my arm. "So first you have to get away from the cold ground." I put an arm around her legs and then around her back and lifted her up slowly.

I carried her into the living room and sat her on the sofa. "Stay here, I'll run your bath water."

She nodded and I went to the bathroom.




Harry really cared lovingly for me. The crazy thing hadn't yet gone out of his eyes, but obviously he did really care about me and really wanted the best for me. Sure, he had a very strange way to show it, but somehow it was... nice.


In contrast to my room, the living room was heaven.

My room was gray and dark and had only the minimum, while the living room looked bright and welcoming. In the Carmine crackled a small fire, on the ground lay a fluffy carpet and out the window you could see a small waterfall. Wait a minute. A waterfall? I looked again and then opened my eyes wide. Wow. Where the hell was I?!

The house seemed to lie in the forest, because outside the window you could only see far and wide trees.

"Don't forget", whispered a little voice in me. "Memorize details that can be helpful!"

I turned my attention back to the room. It was large and quite, you could obviously reach it directly from the front door.

The door was a wooden door and looked pretty stable.

I looked at the window. Not backed up, I noticed.

Then I looked at the room where Harry had just vanished. The bathroom. It was diagonally across from mine.

Back next were two more doors, both were open.

The first was probably the kitchen, because the room was bright and I could see a table with shopping bags on it.

The other room was as dark as mine. Maybe his bedroom?

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