A/N – This story has been floating around in my mind for a while now but I haven't taken the time to actually think it out and write it down. It first came to me when I was listening to the song "Fight Like a Girl" by Bomshel (Great song, by the way. You should check it out.) I'm not sure if I like how it's going or how it's gonna turn out, but I was thinking that it'd probably be a few chapters – at least 3 because that's how many verses there are. Also I'll put the part of the song relevant to the chapter at the end of it. I'm thinking that maybe, if I write more than 3 chapters, maybe some chapters won't really have a certain part of the song that pertain to them. I don't know yet though. . . I know this first one is pretty short. *Pouty Face* I know, I know, I'm sorry. I don't like reading short little chapters either but I couldn't think of a way to continue this chapter. . . Anyways, please read and review! I'm not sure how quickly I'll get the chapters up because my schedule is pretty packed with school, homework, and basketball, but I'll try my hardest. Please bear with me :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Castle or Fight Like a Girl or either of their affiliates. I'm just borrowing them for a while. :)
Kate Beckett sat in her bed, to which she had been confined for the past six weeks, reflecting on her life. She picked up her journal and started writing. She needed to get every part of her life down on paper. Castle had written her fantasy life, now she was writing her real life for him and whomever else to read it in the future. She had built up her walls so early in life and had rarely, if ever, torn them down for anyone, and now she was regretting it. She needed to open up, totally and completely, for her to be at peace with her life.
When I was six years old, I had big problems with bullies. I wasn't tough like I am now. I was easily broken down, and I was a little push over because I was afraid of getting hurt. Whenever my mom would take me to the playground, the big kids would kick me off of the swings and slides, and I would just give them up. One day a girl came up and literally pushed me off my swing. I had been flying high so when I hit the ground I was really bruised up. I cried and cried. By the time I got home, I had decided I'd had enough of those big mean bullies, so I talked to my mom. She dried my tears and told me that if I would just hold my head up high and not back down to the bullies, the bullies would give up on me and pick on someone else.
Little girl alone on the playground
Tired of getting' teased and getting' pushed around
Wishin' she was invisible
To them
She ran home cryin' "Why do they hate me?"
Her mama wiped her tears, and said "Baby,
You're brave and you're beautiful.
So hold your head high
Don't ever let them define
The light in your eye
Love yourself
Give 'em hell
You can take on this world
You just stand and be strong
And then fight
Like a Girl."
So? Please let me know what you think so far. I know it's not much to work with but I'd still appreciate some reviews :)