Held Hostage

Day 56 I'm still held hostage by my captors. I'm still lucky he hasn't decided to kill me yet. I have so much to live for but yet I feel as though this is the payback that god is placing upon me. Why? Why did this have to happen to me? One of these days I know I'm going to die but I have so much to live for. But I know that I have no choice but to remain loyal to my captors in order for me to continue my existence.

"Stockholm Syndrome is a psychological type of mental illness where over a long period of time captive victims develop feelings towards their captors and will begin working for them. These feelings are always positive. Victims who even have Stockholm syndrome will show signs of the mental illness when they start not testifying against their captors, refusing to be rescued etc. The syndrome got its name after the 1973 Norrmalmstorg robbery of Kreditbanken in Norrmalmstorg Square in Stockholm Sweden. Bank Employees were held hostage from August 23rd to August 28th 1973 and when they were trying to be rescued they refused to be rescued. Signs of Stockholm Syndrome include the victim refusing to continue to live his/her own life and instead provide their life to their captors. If the Captors were to kill the hostage then the hostages will then obey every command to avoid death".

Day 1 I was a bank teller in the small town richville in the middle of nowhere in Colorado. It was a small quiet town with a population of 5,576. Business at the bank was slow. With a suffering economy everybody was losing money and many people have transferred to major banks in nearby Denver Colorado and so we were losing a lot of business. We didn't know what to do and so we were getting ready to close up. But then suddenly

"EVERYBODY ON THE GROUND NOW THIS IS A BANK ROBBERY! YOU HEARD ME EVERYBODY DOWN NOW!"

Five men wearing bullet proof vests wielding M16's had stormed out bank. They were also wearing ski masks and they wanted all the money from the bank.

"YOU GET THE DOORS TO YOUR VAULT OPEN WE WANT THE MONEY NOW! DO IT NOW!"

I watched one of my friends nervously and shaking grab her keys to the vault and
she opened it and pushed her out of the way. One of the men suddenly walked towards me and asked me to dump all my processions on the counter and so I did due to the fact that he was pointing his barrel towards me. He confiscated my cell phone, Purse and the keys to my house. But luckily for me this man was stupid and realized that he hadn't taken my car keys and so I knew when the time was right make a break for it. But I can tell they were very serious about this and they locked all the doors and so it was only the lobby that was open. And so our ordeal began. Day by day, night by night, week by week they got all the cash that was in the bank and when they laid it out they nearly had one billion dollars laying at their feet.

"We're Rich we did it nice job guys now YOU help us get this cash in our truck."

Pointing towards me I obeyed there every command and by the time we were done they told me to get back inside the bank and stay there. But then I said I had to talk to him in private about the money. I was able to separate him from his group. And so we talked in the lobby then I pulled my pistol and he pulled his M16 and I couldn't believe what happened. He committed Suicide and so I thought to my self one down 4 to go. But then one of my friends walked towards me and tried to kill me with a bowie knife then I realized she had Stockholm Syndrome but Luckily I was able to kill her before she could kill me. It was a hard fought battle, I can't believe she tried to stab me in the heart but thank goodness I had combat training. From then on I knew I was done for what more can I do?