The shock, it consumed her. The horror consumed her. The truth consumed her.
The reality of wht had just happened consumed her.
These things, all of these things kept her frozen in place.
All of these things left her standing still, in shock, as Red John's minions ran past her.
All of these things left her in shock as she heard his laughter, ringing through her head one more time.
The bastard.
The bastard who didn't deserve to kill them all.
The bastard who had ruined everything.
The bastard who was dead; who was dead, because of her.
And then she ran.
She ran for hell or high waters.
She ran for the team.
She ran for all she had lost.
She ran for all she had known.
She ran for him.
She ran for Jane.
XXXA bitter sweat realisation met her as she ran through the murky corners of the forest she had escaped to.
She had escaped.
She was alive.
Her friends were not.
Her team was not.
Her only love, did not make it out alive.
They were dead.
They were dead and she was alive.
And then she stopped. She stopped, and it all hit her. It all hit her like a ton of bricks.
They were dead.
She was alone.
She leaned against a tree, her breathing heavy from the run.
Her heavy breathing, defining the forest around her.
Her heavy breathing, a panting that would guide any other to her.
Her heavy breathing that eventually turned to glossy tears.
XXX
"Lisbon!" He shook her.
They were here.
They were all here.
Reality or not, she didn't care.
They had come back for her.
They had come back with her.
She wasn't alone.
She wasn't alone.
It was all going to be OK.
THE END.
A/N- So this really was just a little short story to clear my mind, but it's over now. I got varied reviews on whether or not it should be a happy ending, so I left it up to you. I really hoped you enjoyed it, and thank you to everyone who reviewed- I'm so sorry if I didn't get the chance to message you, my mind has just been everywhere these last few weeks, but I really appreciate it! J