Long winding roads, leaves of oranges, yellows, and red full of amber and maroon. Tires speed down the blacktop roads, streaks of white and yellow whizzing by in a blurry daze. The foggy sky full of blackened clouds lifts only for a moment to allow a touch of sunlight to hit his face through the windshield of the car. Driving along with the radio on a low volume he hums along while thinking of her. His Autumn, the woman who's name still brings a smile to his face and fills his heart with joy even after all of these years. The saying is true: It is better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all. Well this is his loved and lost story. It has been many moons since he last thought of Autumn. Her silky auburn hair, her vibrant smile as it shows her pearly white teeth, and her gorgeous ocean blue eyes. When he looked into them he would feel as if he was swimming in the deepest waters, floating into eternity, and as if he was as light as a feather before it falls gently to the ground.
The pitter patter of rain hits the window pane
His hands shake as he reaches for the glass bottle. Auburn looking liquid splashes around, hypnotizing him with its circular motions. Ringing sounds in his ear as the horrid sounds of screaming, crying, and eventual death flood his memory like a slasher movie stays with you. A chill passes through him as he twists the cap off and takes a swig of his whiskey. That’s when the ringing stops, the crying fades, and a voice one single voice comes into clarity.
Rope met rock, smacking against each other as his shoes pushed with all his might against stone. Legs shaking, muscles screaming, and throat raw from yelling. Climbing up the mountain, he used all of his willpower to finish strong. "Do it! You need to make it!" he begs himself as he pushes his face against the ropes. Wind froze his face in place, his eyes burning and watery. Red, puffy, and dried out, he wanted to scream but no one would hear so why bother? Mustering all the energy he could, he made it to the top. Winded, sore, tired, and looking like death reincarnated: he crawls on top of the rocks to flatland.
The desk chair creaked as he moved to sit down. The rustling of notebook papers and textbooks sounded in the quiet room, the lights flashed for a brief moment, a solid second of darkness as the radiator hummed taking the chill of fall out of the air and his bones. As the books were set down with a soft thud and the pencil began to scratch out notes already prepared on the board, he looked around glancing at how empty the room truly was. Checking his watch, he noticed the time and saw he only had a few extra moments before class was to begin. He leaned back and sighed. Nothing like another day in boring old Salem Mass.
The show that took you in the minds of some of the most dangerous and deviant minds. 15 seasons, over 300 episodes, and endless hours of entertainment. This is Criminal Minds. This show in my opinion reigns supreme against all other shows. I could watch this and only this for the rest of my life and be perfectly content and happy with myself. Unlike other crime/ drama/ law enforcement shows, this one not only shows you a unique niche of the FBI, but each and every episode is based on a real life case that has happened in the United States. From chasing down bombers, to serial killers, to arsonists and psychopaths this show never disappoints. With almost the same entire cast for all 15 seasons, this has become a comfort show/ staple in my life. I have grown up with show and no matter the challenges I face in my every day life, I always turn to this show for comfort and I always find a new message or meaning in the episodes to use in my life, as well as to help me grow and overcome different situations and obstacles.