Stockholm Syndrome (GxG)

Chapter 1

Vanessa's POV
"The Blade has struck again. Candice Miller, a 22 year old women, was found in the woods this morning. Police officers have said that this is the work of The Blade. She is known to strike twice in each city and to leave her victims faceless by using a blade as her weapon. Police say that New York city is her next stop, so everyone is to stay indoors."

I was watching Gotham when an important news message appeared on my TV screen. This serial killer is all that is being talked about on the news. Apparently, she's already killed 10 women and she hasn't been caught nor is there any form of ID of her.

I'm Vanessa Garcia and I'm 20 years old. I attend NYU, I'm studying to be a therapist. It's always been my passion to help people mentally because that's the most powerful pain anyone can ever experienced is mental abuse because the pain only leaves when you let it.

I live by myself in a small studio apartment. Honestly, it terrifies me to live by myself at this moment in time because I live in New York city and it is said that this is The Blade's next stop.

"Ding Dong", I jump at the sound of the doorbell. I'm scared to answer it after just watching the news about the serial killer. All of a sudden a swarm of bad thoughts enter my mind. What if that is The Blade and I just so happens to be her next victim? Am I going to die today? Will I ever see my parents again? Then I hear a voice that makes me relieved.

"Bitch, open up the fucking door, I got takeout and it's getting cold."

I open up the door to reveal my bestfriend, James. He's been my best friend since freshman year in high school. We immediately clicked after noticing that were both gay.
"Are you crazy, you're supposed to stay indoors, you could've been killed by The Blade" I said scared for best friend's life.

"Chill, that's the perks of being a man in NY, The Blade doesn't target you." I swear these are the moments I just wished I was a man. Women go through too much pain and men just live on being happy not having to experience a fucking period or pregnacy.

"So, I brought Chinese food and a couple movies because I know you're freaked out about this whole serial killer shit and I thought we can have a sleepover to help you forget about it."

"You're the best, I don't know what I would do without you."

"You'd obviously die" James said.

We've been watching movies all night and James is out like a light. Just as I was about to go to sleep my phone rings. I answer it but all I hear is breathing on the other side, then they just hung up. To say I was scared was a understatement. I clutched onto my blanket the whole night. I didn't sleep peaceful at all and the whole night I was oblivious to the fact that someone was staring at me and it wasn't James.

A/N: This was just a thought I had. What do you think?