Hey guys, sorry for the wait. I was gone all day Friday, and then I was sick on Saturday (even though I thought I sent this to Muse Dx ) But hopefully this makes up for the wait... (:
Here is F - - Fairytale.
This is not a fairytale.
Life doesn't always have a knight to save the fair maiden, or a sidekick to protect you from the dragons.
Life isn't a fairytale. It's a nightmare.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful couple who lived with their daughter Katie. Since her birth they were a happy family, spending time together, and loving each other like a family should. The family was content in their home and spent Katie's
formative years laughing and occasionally crying together, proving the meaning of family.
Later in life, Katie had grown to an adult, and moved out of their house. Her departure still didn't stop the family from their loving ways, and they meet weekly for a family dinner.
But one fateful night, Katie's mother was nowhere to be found. Katie and her father were stupefied and very worried. They went to their home, hoping to find their beloved Johanna but instead found a man by the name of Raglan.
Raglan explained that Johanna was cruelly taken from them, never to be seen again.
That night, Katie and her father were broken.
Utterly and unimaginably torn to pieces.
You may believe that everybody has a fairytale, but you are sadly misinformed... Because this isn't a fairytale.
Her mother was not the only one that disappeared that night. Katie and her father also vanished. The man who slayed her mother left a fragmented family in his path, shells of who they had been.
Katie's fairytale disappeared.
A tale of desperation has since been woven. Katie's life was transformed into a living hell, as she watched her father's monsters crawl from the hole in his heart. He was overrun by the demons his wife's death had left.
But Katie couldn't—no, wouldn't, meet the same fate as he did. She would fight harder than she ever had before and she would find the person who had taken their mother and wrecked their family.
And so Katie set forth in her goal to vanquish the demons that were tearing a void in her life. She would keep going if it meant dying to bring her mother's death justice.
Katie turned into Beckett, and from then on kept what was left of her fragile heart in a steel box. The box was hidden deep inside of her; only to be viewed in the darkest of nights where Beckett could remember the happiness it once held.
This box was indestructible, forged by tears and sobs, and the view of Beckett's father shuddering from his own monsters. It stood for what Katie has transformed into, what she hadto be: the unbreakable person that was once a carefree daughter.
Because Katie died when Johanna did.
Katie, the wild child who laughed and cried with her family, was gone; to be seen in the hardest of nights, and what was left was Beckett, the woman who had a dark past and a permanent void in her heart.
Life seemed to move on slowly. Beckett immersed herself in the facts, the evidence. She memorized every piece, searching for that ultimate fragment that would reveal the person that had taken everything away.
But she couldn't find it. Hours, days, years passed and she scoured the case file over and over, crashing late at night with the worn papers clutched in her fingers, hoping she would wake up and find that her mother was sitting next to her, after a bad dream.
But this isn't a fairytale. Her mother, her family- her life was gone.
She graduated and joined the police academy. Her drive brought her to the top in every field, and she quickly became a rookie. She met Royce and for once she seemed happier, if only a little bit.
Royce had seen things. A lot of things, things that make you cringe. Royce protected Beckett, and helped her learn the ropes. They were friends, and she started to fall for him. For once she was falling into happiness instead of down the deep hole of despair. For once she looked forward to waking up.
But this isn't a fairytale.
Soon her smile faded, just as quickly as it appeared. Her nightmare haunted her once again, torturing what was left of her hidden heart.
The missing fragment taunted her, made fun of every theory that she came up with. In the darkest of nights she would cry. But only then, because the darkness hid her weakness. The shadows of the nightfall hid her as she felt Katie deep somewhere inside of her. It swallowed her flaws whole, and in the morning light she was once again unperturbed Beckett.
Because this isn't a fairytale.
Promotions boosted her towards her goal. She was finally given the title of Detective.
Detective Beckett would surely find the evil that had taken her entire life away. Detective Beckett was strong, and independent.
Detective Beckett wasn't Katie. She wasn't anyone anymore. She was Justice, and Truth. She gave Katie a voice… Detective Beckett gave family a voice, she gave closure.
Because that was all Katie ever wanted.
Justice.
Truth.
Closure.
All Katie wanted was a reason—a reason why her life was ripped apart, a reason for her horror.
So Detective Beckett gave Katie what she wanted.
What she had to have.
The pursuer of Honesty and Fact; that was Detective Beckett.
That was what she had to be, what her life had turned into. A bad dream.
Because this isn't a fairytale.
This is a nightmare, and happiness only ever comes when you wake.
So Katie, and Detective Beckett—they waited.
Waited until finally that missing piece came through, and finally they would awake from this God awful nightmare.
But this isn't a fairytale.
There are no knights in shining armor, and you don't slay dragons.
This is a nightmare and there are Detectives, and facts, and you have to slay the monsters that hide inside of you.
Because this isn't a fairytale.
Be honest. Did you like it?
~MDH