Tw: victim blaming themself, Stockholm syndrome.
You didn't answer. You didn't move. Your mind when blank and you were hyperventilating. What if this was all your fault? What if they kidnapped you because you weren't smart enough, because you followed bo despite knowing what could follow.
It wasn't your fault. Or at least you hoped to everything you believed in that it wasn't your fault. Your vision got blurry, you couldn't remember the last time you felt like crying in front of anyone. It was your fault, wasn't it?
The Sinclairs took care of you. Sure maybe they wanted you to die, but maybe they cared for you. Maybe you needed them.
The worse part of you was pouring out of you, words came from your mouth and you could barely register what you were saying.
"It's my fault... it's my fault." You were crying, your voice was shaky. Why was this happening to you? Why you? Why so suddenly? WHY NOW?!
your hand trembled as you wiped your eyes.
"It's all my fault.." you mumbled again, the mic picking up your shaky breaths and sharp inhales.
This felt like a dream. A bad, bad, dream. A dream you couldn't wake up from. A dream you couldn't save yourself from-
"—Mental evaluation." You could hear those words, you weren't sure who said it or what they said before, but maybe.. maybe that was their way out.
Why were you rooting for them? Why..
You could see the smug look on bo sinclairs face, you wanted to see him get fucked over, so why couldn't you have him get put in jail? Why..?
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