Stockholm's Syndrome. Of course I knew what it was. Did they honestly think I was stupid? That I didn't receive education while I was with him? I was a senior in high school who took pyschology and they think I don't know what that is? Ha. I question society's own knowledge. I knew what Stockholm's Syndrome was, but I also knew what love was. Those two can NEVER be mixed up. At some point in a hostage's life they may become intertwined, like in mine, but mixed they cannot.
The police station smelt strongly of coffee and sweat. Nauseating. I've been sitting in this wooden chair for a half an hour just waiting for the damn cops to come back. What in the world can they do for a full thirty minutes, leaving an emotionally shattered teenage girl alone in a solitary room with a two-way mirror.
Two-way mirror. That's probably it. They're probably watching me. Watching while I'll do. Well, that's to bad for them because I'm not a show monkey. I'm not performing tonight.
Within a few minutes, a round police officer walked into the room I was in and stood on the opposite side of the metal table in front of me. My knees were against the edge and my eyes followed him like daggers. "Miss Autumn, I'm Officer Fallon. I'm here to talk with you about your year with Monsieur Louis. Would you like something to drink?" he began. Color filled his cheeks as he spoke. "I'd rather go back," I answered sharply. He brought his head up from the papers he was mindlessly scattering in front of him. With a sigh, he answered, "We've been informed that you are currently suffering from Stockholm's Syndrome. Now, Stockholm's Syndrome is when-" "I know exactly what it is, Officer. I took pyschology, and that's not what I have. I love him," I fought while pulling myself closer and looked up at him from under my furrowed eyebrows. He placed his pudgy hands over the papers, one with a picture of my Louis on it. My heart skipped a beat. "Alright, Miss Autumn," Officer Fallon surrendered while pulling the metal chair from the corner to him so he could sit down. "Tell me about what happened."
Had it been summer? No. It must have been spring. The cherry blossom trees on the senior lawn were already blossoming. I brought my hand to my cheek and tried to remember deeper, but couldn't. "It was maybe early April when I first met him. He was very seductive," I smiled lustfully. My foreign voice was low so I heard Officer Fallon's grizzly
The police station smelt strongly of coffee and sweat. Nauseating. I've been sitting in this wooden chair for a half an hour just waiting for the damn cops to come back. What in the world can they do for a full thirty minutes, leaving an emotionally shattered teenage girl alone in a solitary room with a two-way mirror.
Two-way mirror. That's probably it. They're probably watching me. Watching while I'll do. Well, that's to bad for them because I'm not a show monkey. I'm not performing tonight.
Within a few minutes, a round police officer walked into the room I was in and stood on the opposite side of the metal table in front of me. My knees were against the edge and my eyes followed him like daggers. "Miss Autumn, I'm Officer Fallon. I'm here to talk with you about your year with Monsieur Louis. Would you like something to drink?" he began. Color filled his cheeks as he spoke. "I'd rather go back," I answered sharply. He brought his head up from the papers he was mindlessly scattering in front of him. With a sigh, he answered, "We've been informed that you are currently suffering from Stockholm's Syndrome. Now, Stockholm's Syndrome is when-" "I know exactly what it is, Officer. I took pyschology, and that's not what I have. I love him," I fought while pulling myself closer and looked up at him from under my furrowed eyebrows. He placed his pudgy hands over the papers, one with a picture of my Louis on it. My heart skipped a beat. "Alright, Miss Autumn," Officer Fallon surrendered while pulling the metal chair from the corner to him so he could sit down. "Tell me about what happened."
Had it been summer? No. It must have been spring. The cherry blossom trees on the senior lawn were already blossoming. I brought my hand to my cheek and tried to remember deeper, but couldn't. "It was maybe early April when I first met him. He was very seductive," I smiled lustfully. My foreign voice was low so I heard Officer Fallon's grizzly
