I don't own Inuyasha, so stop asking.
Not writing specially for Inuyasha, but it fit, so I thought I'd post, and see.
She ran desperately. Tears blurred her vision. She had her hands thrust out in front of her as she ran blindly. Thorns of what she ran through tore and her clothing and sliced her skin open. She didn't notice. She didn't notice her own blood that ran freely and dripped in a trail of her flight. All she could feel was the wrenching pain inside her that wasn't physical. She was in agony as she ran heedless of how the thorny plants continued to encroach on her path.
She didn't care about her body anymore. Nothing mattered. She was only pain; it consumed her. Nothing existed for her outside of the throbbing anguish that coursed through her veins. She was empty, hollow now- devoid of anything other than the endless agony that gripped her soul and possessed her heart. She never knew before that it could hurt so much; this sorrow was killing her, and somehow she was almost glad for that.
Her flight was cut short abruptly as she ran into a wall of the thorny vines that surrounded her. She tried to wrench herself free, but was unable to. She cried out in desperation, not caring how the thorns punctured her skin and even more blood ran free. She was unable to flee herself- her pitiful life and mistakes. She was trapped here with herself, and she screamed in horror. She needed to run. She needed to escape.
She looked around for any escape, any way out, and found none. She was entombed in a mass of roses. She laughed hysterically at the irony of been encase by the most prevalent symbol of that which she was fleeing. Love. Love of the wrong person, one she could never have. She was a fool. It didn't matter anymore. She could feel herself getting lightheaded as she looked up at the white roses that surrounded her. They had just begun to bloom.
She tried to force her body once more from the entangling plant, but failed. Her skin was marred with cuts, gashes, and punctures covering her body. Her clothes did nothing to protect her, and were stained red from the torrent of blood leaving her body. The roses had encircled her, and there was no hope for freedom now. As her blood seeped from her body, and her life along with it, soaking the ground where she hung limply in the grasp of the plant, she felt a sense of freedom. Freedom from the crushing weight of her sorrow. She watched with delirious joy, from knowing her life was over, as the roses around her began to bloom at an incredible rate. Color, deep red, flowed into the roses turning the pure white first to pink then to vibrant red the shade of her blood. With a small smile gracing her lips, she sighed her last breath. Her heart stilled her last moment one of contentment as she was cradled in the loving grasp of deathly beauty.