Yeah, I know, this one is really short, but I couldn't find anyway to make it longer.
Disclaimer : The Mentalist is not mine. Yet. *evil laugh*
XOXOXO
Something, was terribly, horribly, wrong. He parked his car in the driveway and pushed the door open. This was his house, his home, his safe place. But it didn't feel very safe anymore. And then all of a sudden, he is running, over the threshold through the door, up the stairs.
"Everything is fine." He tells himself.
But it's not fine, everything is far, far from fine. He doesn't even feel the milk jug slip from his hand and break on the floor, doesn't hear the crash, (you never hear the shot that kills you.) Doesn't feel the tears as they slip down his cheeks, he knows he should move, do something, find her, call 911, but he doesn't, he just stands there and cries.
"Oh god," he can't help thinking, "Not again, please, please not again."
"Tess! Tess!" he calls, he still can't move, it's as if all of the feeling in his body has been sucked into his heart.
"Tessa?" He's screaming now, running down the hall, fuelled by energy he didn't know he had.
Different house, different family, different door, different note, same bloody grin, same outcome.
He takes the note off the door. The letters are scrambled in font of his tear clouded eyes.
Dear Mr. Jane,
Catch me if you can!
Different story, same ending.
XOXOXO
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