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Stockholm Syndrome - A Harry Styles Fic

Prologue

In the darkness monsters hide. They lie in wait, ready to attack without warning. We won’t know – we’ll never know because they wear masks, they gain our trust and then they betray us just as easily. I’ve been betrayed, I’ve been beaten to the brink of death and now I know darkness.

My own monster lies beneath the surface, slowly clawing his way out. He was never there before but it’s been months since- since…I still don’t know. I don’t know the reason I’m here, I don’t understand anything that’s happening or why. I just know I’m supposed to break.

That was their intention, they said it makes things less complicated for later proceedings and the organization is less likely to panic – whoever they were, whatever they were, they ruined my life and I want it back.

The only thing keeping me whole is the very person trying to break me. What an oxymoron, it’s all bollocks…all bullshit. She’s as broken as I am trying to remain whole but I feel the cracks chipping at my outer shell and it was only a matter of time before it all fell apart.

Late at night when my prison is silent of my captors, I let my thoughts carry me back to how I got here, how I may have missed something. Some detail, whether it a look, or something said. I think back to the exact moment it happened and everything was in place. I had no warning, no time to react. I was grasped from my world and thrown head first into a nightmare, each day seems to get harder than the last. Death would be a kind mercy but they don’t want me dead –they want me to suffer but I won’t give them the satisfaction. If I can hold out a little longer, just awhile longer, I’ll be found. I know they won’t give up searching – they can’t.

The man responsible was my friend. I know that now and I fear the others are in danger. I fear because I don’t know and that’s probably the most maddening thing of all, not knowing. Perhaps that’s how they’ll break me-but I have a feeling it will get much more darker before the dawn, there has to be something more.

One the subject of darker, the temperature is chilly here in this lone basement, even more so without a shirt or coverings for the floor. I don’t even have my socks. Those were taken a month back along with my shoes when I managed to almost escape. I use the term almost loosely. It would have worked had I not let my guard down.

That's what my problem was. When I look at my captors I see only one true monster. Maybe I’m weakening, maybe I’m changing my mind or maybe my perception is off. Whatever it may be I am thankful for one moment of mercy. The girl left me down here with a small notebook. I don’t know why, I thought it was a trick at first but she simply threw me a small pocketbook and black crayon. I asked for a pen but I can’t have pens, blankets, or pillows…everything is constantly monitored. It’s like being stuck in the ninth circle of hell and an eighteen-hundred mental hospital all at once. If they're trying to drive me insane, they're too late. My sanity left me long ago.

My body is shutting down and my thoughts are jumbling now. I need sleep but looking at this all logically, I was taught growing up that monsters are not born, that in their environment, they are created. I’m beginning to see mums’ logic. I can see the monster within, I can feel the deep cuts it has left inside me. That’s why I am only slightly cracked because as he grows inside the darkness spreads the wounds he made and fills me with an inner rage that cannot be smoldered. I have to hold out hope, no matter how hopeless it is.

-H.S-

Notes

Ok my first One Direction story...I wanted to see how well I fair in this fan fic world. Let me know what you thought on the prologue, there will be a ton of things happening I just got to start from the beginning. I decided to start the story as a journal entry, whether it was being read by someone or as he wrote it - that's def not something I'll be giving away but hopefully the description of the story was something to grab a bit of a taste to what is to come. That will be played into a whole scene, so you know it's taking place in 3rd person's POV while the prologue will be a teaser for awhile. Chapter 1 starts at the beginning, so enjoy :-) I hope it's worth the read!

Comments

@hazzaislovely


Hi, yes. I have it on Quotev, mibba, A03, onedirectionfanfic the other one associated here and wattpad I always go by the name Vanity or Heart - if anyone else with a different username and isn't on any of those site - let me know. I've had this story stolen a few times and posted up but VanityHeart, Vanitysorrowheart or any of those combinations are my user name. If it's anything else but vanity or the other combinations - chances are it is not me.. But yes, I'm on quotev and it's posted there. Thanks so much for checking in and asking!

Im just curious did you also put this story on quotev??

hazzaislovely hazzaislovely
3/19/15

@CelesteDeOnne

oh wow, thank you so much! This story gets a bit graphic but the ending is worth the read :-) I'm just warning ya, graphic violence and depiction of torture - it get's pretty dark but I'm happy you like it so far! Thanks so much for the vote and comment it means a lot. I have 2 other stories worth reading - a bit better maybe in my own opinion, they only have about 10 chapters between them each. One is called: Dead Like Him - reaper story which I hope to write another chapter out later and the other is called: The Hostage and the Wanted.

Dude I'm hooked and I have only read the prologue and chapter 1.... I'm tired but I probably won't sleep for a while.... Looking forward to it

CelesteDeOnne CelesteDeOnne
2/13/15

@VanitySorrowHeart
Thank you for giving me the link! I will definitely check it out!!

Mrs. Styles1913 Mrs. Styles1913
1/23/15