Visions in the Matchlight, a fairy tales fanfic

A/N: This is based on The Little Matchgirl the song is Visions in the Matchlight by Groovelily from the musical Striking 12 . In the story imagine Georgie Henley as The Little Matchgirl.

By the light I see something beautiful
There's a fireglow and it brightens over me
I reach out my hand, I can feel the heat
Getting closer now, I am stretching out my feet

Lucy Jane was freezing. She huddled down between the two buildings,her hands so cold ,they closed her eyes remembering happier times. Before her mother and grandmother died leaving her with a drunken father forced to sell matches on the coldest day of the year.

And the ice melts away
I can feel the warm embrace of firelight
Oh, can it be?
Or is it too good to be true...

Maybe this time I believe I'll make it last
Maybe this time will be different from the past
Can I trust myself, can I make it stay?
If I take a breath, will it fade away?
Maybe this time I can reach and hold on fast

She shakily lit the first match not for the light,but for the warmth. The building seemed to melt away before her eyes. Inside was a lovely room with a blazing stretched out her hand wanting to feel the warm fire on her small cold hands,but no such luck the fire fizzled into nothing.

"No" LucyJane moaned in despair as the room disappeared leaving nothing but the cold imposing building.

By the light I see something beautiful
All the walls have turned into crystal shimmering
I can see right through, there's a table set
For a New Year's banquet that no one's eaten yet

'Cause it's there just for me
It's a feast like I have never seen before
Oh, can it be?
Or is it too good to be true...

Maybe this time I believe I'll make it last
Maybe this time will be different from the past
If I shut my eyes, if I show no fear
If I touch it, will it disappear?
Maybe this time I can reach and hold on fast.

She hastily struck another match,this time,she was sitting at a table laden with more food,than she had seen in her short she reached for it,only to have it disappear before her eyes.

Striking one, striking two
I don't know what else to do
Just one more—a Christmas tree!
All aglow with bright lights everywhere
So tall I can't believe
How it sparkles just like diamonds glistening
Oh, can it be?
Or is it too good to be true...

Lucy Jane struck another match,this time,she was in a room with a beutifully decorated Christmas ,the little girl giggled with delight and she reached out to touch faded into the child cold and alone in the dark night.

Her hands shaking the girl lit another match,this time her Grandmother appeared.

Not wanting anything to happen,the child lit every single match,not knowing she had already froze to death . She didn't know that her Grandmother would never disappear,she only knew,that she didn't want her fade away like every other pretty thing.

A/N Short I know,but I heard that song alot of times and it came to me,I'll put the link where you can listen to the song in my profile