Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist.
Warning: Death.
Spoilers: None.
Author: Spontaneouschocolaterabbits
A/N: The Mentalist is American and I apologise for any English/British spellings or phrases.
Please enjoy.
Red John and Grace
At first all she can feel is pain, so much pain. He should be here with her, not lying cold in a morgue, or buried deep below the ground. Sympathetic smiles and hushed conversations, is that what her life has now become?
After a week or so the pain softly slips away, and suddenly she can't feel anything. Nothing but numbness, worthlessness and pointlessness.
Her life is pointless.
The therapist disagrees, says she's amazing, fantastic, that her life has meaning. He tells her that it will pass, eventually, that she will be back to normal.
Not that she was ever normal in the first place.
She tries to listen to him, taking part in his stupid trust building exercises and going to his annoying sessions, but deep down she knows that she's right and he's wrong. All she wants to do is wipe that smug, condescending smile off his face.
So she takes a sharp knife, and oh so gently drags it across her wrist...
...and feels nothing but morbid curiosity and faint satisfaction at being proved right.
But when she tells him I told you so, and shows him the cuts, he doesn't react as she thought he would.
Instead he takes her to some sort of hospital, and shows her to a room. A person comes to speak to her. She has the same smug, condescending smile that he had, but they don't call her a therapist, they call her a psychiatrist. She's given rules, she can't go home, can't go to work, can't go outside.
She's given medication.
The psychiatrist tells her that she's suffering from depression, and she snorts in disbelief. Depression is when you feel so sad, so melancholic, so depressed, that you don't want to live anymore right?
So why does she simply feel detached?
Slowly, bit by bit, her spirit disappears. She's a shell of the person she was before, she doesn't care when her colleague's visits become more and more rare, doesn't care when she stops eating and has to be forced, doesn't care when she's not allowed to go to his funeral.
Her body is still there but her spark of life is long gone.
She gets one last visit from a man she used to know, a man who can hypnotise people, play mind tricks, read minds.
But he can't tell what she's thinking...
...because she's thinking nothing at all.
