This Was My Creative Writing For English :) It Was Inspired By The Events Of Season 3 Finale And Season 4 Premiere Of Castle.
I Dont Own Castle Saddly :(
As I walked through those doors for the first time after that day, the day I got shot in my heart, not emotionally but physically, that day changed my perspective on life my perspective on myself; since my mum died. The first thing I noticed was the brown leather chairs; they looked ice cold just like how my heart felt. I was like broken after my shooting like glass smashed across the floor, I shut out everything, every warm heartfelt love that was given me, just shut out.
I carried on through those huge overpowering doors, taking those first baby steps to breaking down those damn walls. I could feel myself build them up after my mother's death, big thick walls. The room had a warm feel to it, not from any heater though, it felt like the unconditional love given from a mother's hug, it made me feel calm and relaxed. I saw the therapist directing me to one of the leather chairs; it looked so lifeless even though it had the glistening yellow sun beaming onto it through the crystal clear windows. As I sat I was expecting an ice cold feel run through my veins but instead the chair was warm as if a blanket was wrapped around me, the warmth was comforting. After about 5 minutes of getting used to this new scenery, a small room with a lot of chocolate brown and caramel gold. I spoke.
It started with the funeral of a close friend, the place I got shot; I had been there often to visit my mum. It was soothing the way the emerald green trees silently dancing in time with my heart beat. The glistening sight of tears in everyone's eyes. I felt like a bunch of roses at that moment, standing on the podium, so beautiful and loving for the eye of the beholder to see but like the hard sharp thorns below, I was so broken inside. My friends and family by my side with as much dark feelings as me but they still had remaining warm gold love emanating from them. I felt vulnerable at that moment like in a split second those walls inside just came crashing down around me for all to see. The vulnerability got the best of me, letting my steel guard down. I was a zebra ready to become lion's prey, the shot rang out, and everything became slow motion around me. Then the world stopped, the vast globe of many became a broken clock. At that moment I realised that my old self, the one with the walls around her became like the devil that just blinked, my life had been taken from my body uncertain if it would ever return.
Now after months of rehabilitation and sitting around doing squat I realised something, since my mum died it was like I lived in this dark black empty room with thick walls surrounding me, suffocating me in this world of complete emptiness. I was so alone, until he walked into my life, a ruggedly handsome man. I felt a warm light start to seep through the cracks of my broken home. He saved me from driving myself into the ground. Together we became builders, slowly one by one taking off the bricks that formed the walls in my life before they suffocated me to death. He became my angel using his vast wit to overcome and defeat the devil that formed within me.
As I finished and started to walk out of the caramel gold and chocolate brown room, I felt the weight of the world drop off my shoulders. The baby steps became adult steps, the doors didn't seem so huge and overpowering anymore. The only thing that remained the same was the glistening yellow sun beaming in through the crystal clear windows onto the leather chair, it looked ice cold again but this time it was like it had been given life.
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