An: I would appreciate reviews and such. I really want to improve on what needs to be and just, becasue I want to be all I can be. Even though, thad does sound lame. I didn't make this up, some of it yes, but it all basically really happened. I didn't scream though, ha. I can't yell or speak loud, something just about me like that, ha. Anyways, the guy is a counsler so you know and the girl is uhm...Hmm... She's got teenage conflict with herself and life. Yes, that's it. With my rant down, please review and enjoy!

Breaking Down Castles

I'm staring at the paper filled with his scriblbes of his writing. I don't really understand what he wants me to do, but if it makes my parents happy I'll do it. Because I broke them and when you break something dear to you, you have to fix it. I'm afraid though, I want to help them, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid,because sometimes you can't fix everything and I don't want to find out my parents are broken. Broken because of me. He draws a castle on the paper and points, forcing me to leave my thoughts.

"Why did people build them?" he asks me.

It sounds like such a stupid question, it confuses me. He must want something more. When I finally give up thinking of mind-boggling answers I shrug and answer with a confused look. " To protect something valuable to them." I say so quiet it's almost a whisper.

"Did you know that people still use them today?"

No they don't, I think to myself, who would want a stupid castle today? They'd stick out and defeat their whole purpose, but I didn't say that. " Really?" I say trying to play along.

" Yes, at least emotionally. Maybe not physically to live in, but emotionally. Most of us have one inside of us. Tor protect ourselves."

I can't answer, because what he says strikes me true. I've realized that that's what I've done. Now that he's opened a bit of my castle, he won't let me close it . I'm on the other side pushing with all my might. Pushing with all my strength for that door to close again. Only I am allowed inside my misery. Me and only me.

"What are you protecting?" he asks before I can close it.

"Nothing." I respond emotionless, the tears want to come.

"Is it fragile?"

" Nothing!" I yell this time and hear my voice breaking. Why won't he leave me alone in my own world? if I hurt, that should be my business!

"Tell me. What is it?" he asks unfazed and determined.

" There is NOTHING in my castle worth protecting." I scream at him. I'm standing up now and the tears won't stop running down my face. My parents rush in, but it's to late. I must defend my castle from crumbling beneath me, because I don't know what will be left when it's gone.

"Tell me." he says louder, yet still calm.

"There is nothing in there! It is hollow!" I scream louder now and he stops my dazed parents from silencing me, " There is NOTHING there anymore! It is broken, okay! It's crumbled in to a bajillion pieces and you can't ever fix it! You can't you hear! Because... Because..." I stop as I sit down and sob into my hands. I sob, because he's opened it. It's so hollow inside my castle now. I can't feel the anger and sadness that was once there. It's so empty now and I'm so afraid. I don't know what to do. What do you when everything you do goes wrong? What do you do when you realize the truth?

" What--" I say wiping my tears as I break, " What happens now?"

" Now?" he says casually and smiles at me, " Now, we fix you back up. Maybe, you'll get broken again and maybe not. But we've learned something. Haven't we?"

"Yes." I say finally smiling. It's been two years, since I've really smiled. I'm not faking it to keep my parents happy. I'm not faking it to stop my friends from worrying. I'm not faking it to stop myself from realizing I am scared. I am happy and the tears flowing down my face are filled with joy.

"Yes." I repeat to myself, " Yes, we have."

Because I've learned that when everything seems to be falling apart and going on seems impossible. There will always be someone ready and waiting to break apart the castle you have. No matter how high it is. No matter how many barriers. No matter how many soldier are there trying to defeat it. There is someone waiting. The good guys always win and maybe.. Maybe that isn't such a bad thing.

AN: Becasue I've already proved I can be lame and don't care... When everything seems like it's over, please know it's not. I know it's scary and really hard, I've been there. Remember, there is always someone waiting to break it down, just take a look around. It might take a bit, but they'll be waiting. Lame author comment over now. Review, please!