A/N: I wasn't sure whether to update this or not. I finally decided to just go with my gut. I hope you enjoy this!
Disclaimer: I do not own Castle. No copyright infringement intended.
The darkness was impenetrable. For the first while it had been a blinding white and everything had hurt. But now that light had receded and it was black.
Now, light was coming again, but it was different. It didn't light up her surroundings or glow. It just was. It was as if spots of white had suddenly been coloured on a sheet of paper.
But they were coming closer. There was no sense of time where she was. Time just happened. Sometimes it seemed to go by fast and others slow. She wasn't sure though. She was judging off the movements of the lights.
She didn't mind the lights. She was indifferent to them. The fact that they were drawing closer and closer did not concern her.
As they drew closer, she noticed a change. There was an ache in her chest and a feeling of unease. It was at these times she felt something was wrong. The place was not right. She had to be somewhere else, she had to remember something. These feelings never lasted long. Once the lights got too close, something would push them away and she would forget why she had felt so uneasy.
She noticed that the lights weren't receding as far. She noticed they were coming closer, close enough to touch her. They all seemed to flock to her chest, right over her heart. But they didn't touch.
The ache in her chest didn't leave now. She forgot what it had been like without the ache.
The lights touched her. Agony exploded through her chest and paralyzed her. At that moment she knew she had to get out of here, she had to escape. She struggled but nothing happened. She could hear her heart beat, a fast paced beeping, in her ears. There was muffled yelling, she couldn't understand what the voice was saying but it was familiar. She felt a light prick on her arm and the lights were forced back to the size of pinpricks. Her pain was gone and she forgot the voice.
The lights soon drew close again. The ache in her chest returned. She wanted to escape.
She tried to run away from the lights but her feet were stuck in place. Her struggling grew more frantic as the lights, seeming to sense her discomfort, came in quickly. She couldn't move. She was certain the light was going to kill her. A sob tore from her throat.
Then there was a pressure on her hand.
Suddenly, she remembered what she was missing, who she was missing. She realized that she had been numb this whole time in the darkness. She could feel again.
She knew she had to get out. But how?
She noticed a hole in the darkness near her hand. The pressure seemed to have opened it up. She couldn't explain how, but she knew it was her way out. With great effort, she put her hand through. Praying it would work, she twitched her hand.
She felt it move. She let out a sigh of relief and started to pull her way through, using the pressure as a lifeline. She felt resistance, as if the dark place didn't want her to leave. But she continued pulling herself out, ignoring the discomfort.
She knew she was out when the darkness became lighter, less oppressive.
A beeping filled her ears. Her lungs expanded, but she did not do it. A hand clutched hers and she clutched it back frantically.
Then, for the first time in four days, Katherine Beckett opened her eyes.
The End
