Lose Yourself

[OOC - Just FYI... this is very dream like in the completley random, sort of WTF... where did that come from, possibly has no meaning at all sense Just thought I'd warn yeah.]

The snow fell softly around the young girl. Her bright red cloak, velted and hooded - something out of a Muggle's children tale - was the only spot of colour in the otherwise, white silent woods.

No not silent - dead. The trees, tale and sturdy were deprived of their leaves - dead. It was all dead. If they were all dead, then wouldn't she...?

Then she heard it - the thumping of a heart.

Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum.

It started out low - something far off in the distance; but then it grew, louder and louder until it was all around her. It was coming for her; it made no sense - no sense at all, and yet, she was sure of it - more sure of it than she had been of anything in her life.

She took one step forwards, and then another. Before she knew it she was running, full out - her breath catching and heaving as she pushed herself, adrenline flowing - she had to get away; she had to.

She smashed into a body and fell to the ground.

"Hansoff's," her father's grim face bore down on her, "do not run."

She opened her mouth to stutter out protests - it was so close, she had to get away - she had to, didn't her father want her to get away - didn't he want her too -

"If you can't not fight to live," the man growled at her, "You do not deserve to."

Wided, and full of fear, the girl openned her mouth once more, this time to scream - but it was too late, it was close too close - she couldn't-it wouldn't -

She closed her eyes, unable to see the end, to- to-

"Bonita," Tre's laughing voice interupted her, "What are you doing? Open you're eyes."

Brow furrowing, she opened her eyes, expecting, expecting ... instead she found, well it... it looked like a wedding. She titled her head - Why was Tre so dressed up? What was...

She looked down at herself, only to find the cloak from before replaced with a long white gown... a...

"Who's.." her voice came out soft, "Who's getting married?"

Again Tre laughed, "We are silly - Hurry or we'll be late."

Wide-eyed she blinked, and dug her feet into the ground. No-no... this wasn't what she wanted, she-she-she... she wouldn't agree to this, it was... what about?

"Faye!" the call came from the distance, disembodied, but distinct, pleading, heartbreakingly.... "Faye!"

She knew that voice - she... she didn't want this she wanted that she wanted...

"Roman?" Blinking around in confusion, she turned on her heal, and began to move away.

"Bonita?" Tre's voice followed her, but she could not stop - she needed to go, she needed to get too...

She let out a strangled cry as her legs got caught up in the gown and she triped. Falling.

And Falling

And Falling.

Just when she thought it would never end - it did; she landed with a thump. She tried to get up only...

She couldn't. She couldn't move.

The thumping - the heart beat that had been plaguing her was gone... the noise was gone and in the silence she heard...

"We are here today to honour the life of Faye Hansoff..."

The life? But she wasn't - wasn't... she was right here couldn't they see? She wasn't dead - she couldn't be dead! She was... was... was...

It's cheaper to just let your body burn on a fire. Her fathers words drifted to her. She felt her panic rise in her. She could feel the heat - the flames.

No. No. No. She was still here - she was still, still, still ...

She tried to yell as she felt the burn, the pain of the flame licking at her body - but it was too late, there she couldn't speak.

There was nothing left.