L I M B O | 2p! Hetalia x Stockholm Syndrome! Reader | C H A P T E R 1|
| C H A P T E R 1 | | SIMPLE STALKING | I stared at the black clock hanging above the white board, mocking me with its tick toc sounds that was the only thing that filled the classroom. Tick Toc Tick Toc I glared at the clock as if my life depended on it. There was only a few minutes of this slience left until the bell would ring so we may go home and leave for the weekend where the other students would have fun and hangout with my friends. RINGGGGGGG The bell was ear shattering with its ugly sound that could never sound peaceful or pleasent. But soon the chatter of the other students masked the sound of the short 5 second bell. I exited the classroom and went down the rather loud halls to my boring blue locked where the only difference was from the others was the number, the combo, and the items that where placed inside the locker. I put my books into the locker making a faint bang as they hit the back of the locker. I grabbed and put on my backpack that was light because I never really had homework ever, so I never had anything to worry about. I walked down the hallways leading to the metal door to the outside, I pushed open the doors and I was hit with the heat of the outdoors. It was hot for early April, March quickly took the snow off the ground from the winter months. I walked swiftly down the cement sidewalk, walking to my boring house. As I was walking past a few local shops, I could sense a another person behind me. So I turned around and saw no one behind me, just the shops I passed and a ally way leading to who knows where, maybe a club or something. I was nearing my small house and I felt someone breathe on my neck and I whipped around with my eyes wide open terrified breathing heavily. Nothing Behind me was no one in sight. I swear there was someone! I looked around and sprinted the rest of the way to my house hoping there was no one following me and it was all my imagination. I slammed my wooden house door open and ran in and slammed it again and locked it as fast as I could. I put my back to the door and slid down it to the ground absolutely terrified of what just happened. Please Tell Me That Was My Imagination
This was from one of my stories on Quotev and I’m posting the fanfic here as well.









