His Whole Universe
A Mentalist Story
By Brown Eyes Parker
Chapter Summary:
She wants him to move on and be happy. To not mourn forever, she and her mother aren't coming back. But there's that five-hundred pound elephant in the room, his thirst for revenge. A story from Charlotte Anne Jane's POV. Slightly inspired by "See the Sun" by Dido.
Author's Note:
This is a new first for me, I've never written anything from Jane's daughter, or his wife's point of view. So, bear with me. . . and I'm sorry if it's horrible.
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything. I've asked and asked. . . oh well, maybe if I'm a good girl, this Christmas I'll own more then Mentalist DVDs, and downloads of the music that I use in this story.
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Part 1 – Moving On, Charlotte Anne Jane:
You can wear anything as long it's not black
Please don't mourn forever, she's not coming back
See the Sun, Dido_
I used to be part of his whole universe. But then, I died. Sorry if my bluntness bothers you, but that's how it was for me. One day, my friends and I were eating Creamsicles from the ice cream truck at the park. And the next day, I wasn't there anymore. But that's just because a really bad man killed me and my mother.
Dying wasn't scary. . . except only for a second. It hurt, and then everything was gone. . . a beautiful, painless, white oblivitation. The scariest thing was watching my father spiral into a dark place, and literally have to claw his way out with the help of somebody named Shophie Miller.
The scariest part now is that he's replaced my mother and me. . . his whole universe is catching Red John and seeking revenge on him. He could have replaced us with so many things. . . with so many people, and he chose Red John. He chose revenge. I wouldn't mind so much if he replaced me with somebody else. A new daughter, or a new son. I wouldn't mind so much if he replaced my mother with somebody else. It would be better than his unhealthy obsession with a serial killer.
(If my parents had divorced, it would only be natural to move on eventually. Shouldn't it be the same way with death? Why should the living have to cling to memories? Why can't it be easy for them to move on?)
He could move on with Agent Lisbon, the woman who came into his life after we died. . . and after he was released from the hospital. She can put up with him. She's brave enough to plunge into his dark place, take his hand and lead him out into the sunlight. Every single time he pushes her away, she just takes it in stride and doesn't leave him alone. She still tries to get close to him, not caring about the consequences. And she still likes him, even after seeing his worst side.
But moving on isn't my dad's strongest suit. He still wears his wedding ring, and sometimes he'll go home and sleep underneath that awful signature. He blames himself for what happened that night we died. And then there's that five-hundred pound elephant in the room. Revenge. He's so hell-bent on it , that sometimes it cancels out everything and everybody around him.
Even somebody like Teresa Lisbon.
Still, regardless of everything that's happening in his life, I still have hope. Hope that one day, my dad will realize who he has in front of him. . . next to him every single day. I Hope that one day, he'll change his mind about revenge. I Hope that one day, he'll finally be ready to move on. . . and when that day comes, he'll move on with Agent Lisbon.
Please Daddy. . . move on. I'm happy where I am, and that's all I want for you. I want you to be happy. You can't mourn forever, we're not coming back.
Author's Note II:
I know this first story is a little weak. But in all honesty, I had no idea where I was going with this story exactly. All I knew is I wanted to write it from Charlotte's POV, with her worried over the fact that Red John and revenge was his whole universe, when they shouldn't be. It was WICKED hard to translate her story from my dizzy thoughts to an actual, readable story.
I'm posting this first chapter with my eyes shut tightly. So, if you liked it, please tell me in a review. Thanks.
Love,
Holly_
