My feet wanted to make a run for the door but my mind stayed put. Of all the things he could've chosen, it had to be the one thing he did.
"Maybe that's not such a great idea," I suggested weakly, trying to hide my urgency for it to be changed.
Ashton sighed deeply in thought.
"Luke, I hate to say this bro but you're a genius."
Luke shrugged and smirked.
"I have my moments."
The other boys jumped into the conversation but I didn't really know what they were talking about because I was slowly shutting down. I felt numb on the inside and all I really wanted to do was scream for help but I couldn't, knowing everyone would think I'm crazy. Instead, I kindly excused myself and walked out of the room right to my dorm, stopping in front of my door and sliding down it, allowing myself to hug my knees.
"This can't be happening," I muttered to myself through tears. "It just can't."
My right hand moved to one of my shorts pockets and I pulled my phone out, typing in a phrase to google. I clicked on the first thing that popped up and read the headline of the article.
Mentally Unstable Writer Dead After Stockholm Syndrome Case
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Stockholm Syndrome | 5sos
FanfictionStock·holm syn·drome noun noun: Stockholm syndrome 1. feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor. Mystery/Thriller #39
