Disclaimer: I don't own Psych.
This is what I think might have been going through Juliet's head at the end of Mr. Yin Presents...
Warning: Spoilers for Mr. Yin Presents...
I am going to die so soon. Too soon. I wanted to become the best cop of all time, and have kids, and marry Shawn. It's all so cliché, but maybe I want to be cliché. It doesn't matter now. Shawn is saving Abigail. He chose her. And why wouldn't he? They are in love. He loves Abigail. Not me. A sob escapes my throat, but I choke it back. I am going to die as dignifiedly as I can.
There were so many things I wanted to do. I wanted to have a family, and travel, and not be such a workaholic, maybe have a personal life. The regrets hurt so badly. The burn of humiliation creeps over my cheek as I think of my mistakes. I'm thinking too hard, but anything to ignore the threat of the pavement beneath me. 1 tick of the clock and it would be over. Juliet O'Hara would be a name on a tombstone, a memory. What if they all forget me? What if Carlton never thinks of me again, or worse, as his frustrating, airheaded partner? What about Shawn? He'll grow old with Abigail; they'll have beautiful kids, and never remember who else suffered from this. Never remember the girl who died so she could live.
I have never been so afraid in my life. Will dying hurt? Will I splatter across the street, or maybe I'll just break, twisted and mangled? The clock chimes and I hold my breath. Oh...thank God. Not yet. I hear footsteps. Yin. Why is he here? He's done his job. I hear more footsteps, and then the sound of groaning. Is that Gus? I hear a clatter and then...silence. A hand pulls my gag off. I know that hand. Carlton. I'm not going to die. Not today, anyway. I breathe heavily; the relief is just too much right now.
Some men come and untie me. My legs are weak when I stand on them. I suppose I tensed them too hard in the chair. All these strange men kept asking me questions, their voices cold and emotionless. I just break down crying in Carlton's arms. Why isn't Shawn here? The sting of being left for dead by the man I love pierces through me. I make a resolution. I will find Yin. I'll find him and I'll kill him.