Genre: Angst, Crime, Drama, Romance
Rating: M for language, violence and sexual situations
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters featured on the show Castle, they belong to the creator of the show, ABC, and the others who do own them.
A/N #1: This is the first of a series of stories that I thought of around the beginning of season 5 and started writing around that time as well. That being said, this is an AU series and the episodes of the season apply to it only up until Secret Santa. There will be mentions of different things from the episodes after that of season 5, but only a few here and there.
A/N #2: Concerning this story, I began writing it before I watched every episode of the show, since I only started watching it season 5. So characters may be OOC, but I really have tried; now that I have seen every episode seasons 1-5; to write them as true to character as I can and as the series progresses, it should get better, at least I'm hoping, lol.
A/N #3: The title of this story is taken from a song by the same name by George Harrison. And all the chapter titles of this story are from the song as well. It's a great song, and fits with this story really well.
A/N #4: Please don't flame this story, 'cause I know it's not really the best. But I hope that readers might leave a positive review. Thank you in advance if you do!
The Hopelessness Around You
The cut to her arm was swift, and she had little time in which to react before her skin began to burn as blood gushed out of the consequent wound rapidly. She dropped to her knees, trying to staunch the wound with her right hand, and felt both hands start to shake as her attackers swiftly walked around her to the staircase she'd been trying to prevent them from reaching in the struggle that had lead up to that moment.
"Get the girl man, we gotta go, the neighbors probably called the cops," she could hear one attacker yell to the others. She was shaking so badly that her attempts to stand up were failing before she could even move one of her legs to raise herself from the marbled floor. She heard the sounds of doors opening, slamming, muffled and loud as the men searched each room inside of the brownstone house above her trembling body.
"Fuck the kid's not here! What do we do?" another attacker yelled.
"We wait, the police will find her and we get her then," the leader of the group of men said as their voices got closer.
On her side, the shaking grew more intense and she could feel something dripping from her nose and mouth. She was too far gone to notice the men glancing at her before leaving, she was only dimly aware of a door slamming after them.
She remembered the reason they had broken into the home then, and she somehow managed to roll onto her stomach, reaching out with her cut arm, trying to crawl towards the stairs through the broken glass and furniture. But she was hit by a sudden convulsion that was more violent than her shaking before, and her last thought was of her daughter, and the hope that whoever found her would be able to protect her far better than she herself had.