AN: This has been fixed up and expanded from what I wrote last night/early this morning. I hope you all like it.

Swimming Towards Sanity

She was drowning; she didn't know which way was up or down. She tried catching her breath but her chest felt heavy. Looking out her window to the street below she wondered how she could ever survive this. Her mother was gone; murdered in cold blood and her father was drinking his way into oblivion. She even considered for a moment of ending it all for herself, but she realised that she needed a distraction, something that would take her mind elsewhere; somewhere reality had no place. Normally, when overwhelmed by stress and anxiety she would go for a long ride on her motorbike. The freedom it affordered her usually brought her back to where she had the ability to cope. Not this time though, everything she did, everywhere she went, it always reminded her of her mother and she wasn't quite ready to deal with that yet. All of her energy was focused on finding her killer and bringing him to justice, she just didn't know where to start.

She walked to her bookcase and grabbed the first one that jumped out at her. It was a gift from a friend. It wasn't something she normally read, as she preferred the literary genius of Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters, and even delving into the centuries old cities described by Alexandre Dumas. Not knowing what the book was about, she moved towards her 'reading corner' and opened the page. It was the dedication that struck her chords the most, it said, "To my daughter, my most perfect creation." Why couldn't she have a father like that? Her father was too busy wallowing in the bottom of a bottle for him to even consider anything like that. She loved her father, she really did, but she didn't know how to help him if first he couldn't help himself.

That book that she first opened was the first of many that she read by Richard Castle. His stories of adventure and mystery captured her imagination and she was able to pull herself out of her depression that she found herself spiralling down into. His books allowed her to escape from the hell that she called her life. One day she vowed she would meet the man responsible for saving her life, but, for now Kate Beckett was content on living and making a reputable career in law enforcement.

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Hi guys, that was a quick oneshot that popped into my head. Forgive any mistakes as it is 1.30am. Also, please forgive any previous formatting errors as I can't fix it on my phone

I haven't forgotten my other story, this one just needed to be written.

:) please r & r I love to read what you all think.

Castle isn't mine...not matter how much I want it to be.