DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE MENTALIST OR THE SONG
A/N: The bold lines are the lyrics to "Darkening Sky" by Peter Bradley Adams. It was used in the episode when Bosco dies, if you haven't heard it before but I was watching the episode again and it made me think of this so here you go. I hope you like it, even if it is pretty sad and probably not very good. Major character death by the way.
I remember it was just getting dark, the sun was setting. We were driving back to Sacramento after a case out of town.
She was driving.
I was being irksome. I was distracting her, just as I normally did. She turned angrily to tell my to shut up.
There was a bird.
I yelled at her to look out and it was almost too late as she swerved. I was jolted in my seat as she yanked the steering wheel to avoid it.
The car rolled.
Next thing I know there was water. Water gushed into the vehicle as we tried to get out of the car, I struggled to breath as I managed to swim out.
Oh come with me forever my love
Under the darkening sky
I tried to help her.
Come hide with me, I'll save you my love
Hear me, I beg for your life
She had been injured by the glass. She was finding it harder to break free of the belt and swim to the surface.
I couldn't breath.
My lungs burned for air so I surfaced for breath, gasping, gulping, spluttering. Then I dived back down to her.
I saw her.
She had managed to get free of the belt and was trying to get out the window. Trying too swim over the shards of glass jutting out there.
I grabbed her arm.
I got a hold of her arm and kicked my legs furiously to carry us to the surface. The darkening sky was above us, we were going to make it.
I could see the land.
I practically dragged her to the bank. The mud was slimy so it was easy to pull her up onto the ground and lay her gently down.
She wasn't doing so good.
Her hair is damp, her skin has turned cold
There's hardly a sound as she breathes
She struggled to breath, each breath looked like agony. There was a jagged piece of glass sticking out of her chest. She closed her eyes.
Oh stay my love, please open your eyes
"Lisbon, no! Please Lisbon, hold on!"
And promise me you'll never leave
I was helpless. The fierce fiery passion usually blazing in her emerald eyes was closed off. Those beautiful eyes had closed.
Oh my love, stay my love
"Please don't die Lisbon. Lisbon I-I... love you..."
She gave one last ragged breath and then she went still. So very, very still. No one alive is ever that still.
"LISBON NO!"
I didn't want her to be dead. I tried to give her CPR. I tried to give her the chest compressions. I tried so hard to breath air back into her lifeless body.
I noticed someone.
Hey angel there, over her head
There was a woman standing suddenly beside us. I looked up at the grave face of the paramedic as she sadly shook her head.
Tell me the time hasn't come
"Please, don't let her die. Please..."
Have mercy please, on the one that I love
I turned back to Lisbon's lifeless body in front of me. She looked so battered, so vulnerable, so tired.
Her body's too weary to run
"Lisbon..."
How suddenly a thunderous sound
I notice loud sirens. They scream thunderously and I can vaguely see the lights out of the corner of my eye under the darkening sky.
Like wings that have taken to flight
A man came.
Straight up, straight out, from under the ground
I was gently moved away from the body but I still watched as he put her into the ugly bag, zipped it up and put her the van.
She's gone in the darkening sky
I watched the van drive away.
Oh my love, stay my love
I stayed knelt on the ground staring after the van carrying Lisbon. I was oblivious to all else. I just wanted her back.
Oh my love, stay my love
"Don't leave me Lisbon!"
I just wanted her to come back. I just wanted her to be alive. Why couldn't she come back? I remember wanting someone to tell me why.
"I love you Lisbon."
I don't know what happened after that. Everything is just a blur, a mindless blur of meshed shapes, colors, people, images.
Until...
High on the wind the angels they fly
I remember being in a place with lots of tombstones, a cemetery. So many dead. My wife. My daughter. Even Red John. Then I noticed a new one.
Hovering over her grave
Teresa Lisbon.
I'll dig this hole as deep as my love
I was numb as I glanced at Cho beside me, he looked at me sadly as I look back to the freshly dug pit before it.
And bury her memory away
Then I cried.
And bury her memory away
I cried and cried and cried for the love I had lost. She was gone. She really was dead. I was forced to believe it.
"LISBON!"
I screamed her name over and over again as sobs wracked my body. I guess I thought if I screamed loud enough she might hear me.
"I'm sorry Lisbon, don't be dead!"
I knew it was pointless. The dead can't hear us but the grief tore through me, like the shard of glass had through her.
"LISBON!"
My throat was raw by the time I stopped calling for her. I had also exhausted myself from crying so hard.
"Lisbon..."
I whispered her name again and then I don't know. I don't know anymore. I barely even know who I am.
But I know who she is.
Oh my love
I look up from the bed I lie on at the white padded walls surrounding me. Maybe once I would care where I am but not anymore. All I cared about is dead.
Oh my love
Teresa Lisbon.
1975-2010
Beloved sister and friend.
You shall be remembered forever by the people who's lives you touched, for your courageous spirit and your kindness.
Rest in peace