It's dark. I can't see anything and I don't remember how I got here. I'm lying on the ground, dead leaves and sticks everywhere. I'm in the forest, but why?

There's a sharp pain just below my ribs, and when I touch it I feel something warm and wet. My head throbs, and I can barely think straight.

I notice frost coats the ground - and I don't know if it's me or if it's just the fact that it's early December.

I remember Jack. We've barely known each other for a year, but it feels longer. We were driving somewhere, and I remember complaining because he could easily fly us there. He said he liked our drives together, and eventually he won.

Wait. Did we get in a car accident?

Where is he?

I panic, and muster up enough strength to stand up.

There's a gaping wound on my right side, and I suddenly feel faint.

No, don't do this. I'm going to get through this.

Thinking quickly, I cover the wound, using the same icy material I often use for my dresses. The cold numbs the pain slightly, and helps stop the bleeding.

I stumble forward, focussing on my car ahead of me.

What I see doesn't quite seem right.

The car hit a tree, but not enough to cause major damage. Certainly not enough to fling me twenty feet away.

The driver's door is open, the door barely hanging on, the glass window shattered.

I desperately call out Jack's name, but I receive no answer.

I can barely hold myself up, and I can tell I'm losing too much blood. I rub the back of my head, and notice that it's bleeding there, too.

My vision becomes blurry, and before I know it, I'm down.

I stare at her body.

It looks like she could be sleeping, and I almost want to believe it, but I know she's not. Her pale blonde hair is no longer in her usual braid, her head bandaged up. Her blue eyes are closed, and I know they will never open again. Her hands, so gentle and small, lie limply at her side.

She was brought to the hospital, after the 'accident'. She quickly went into surgery, and I had felt a drop of hope when she came out alive.

She was unconscious for two days, afterwards. Then, on the third day – today – she gave in.

Friday is our usual movie night. We'd go out with friends, who all lived in the city, for a night of fun. There was nothing out of the ordinary; we had driven down that road hundreds of times.

It's just that we weren't ordinary people.

We were attacked, and I remember telling Elsa to run.

She didn't make it very far.

I escaped with little injury, and - not for the first time - I wish I was mortal, like her.

The doctors are confused. They don't understand why she died. She should have made it.

But they don't know what happened that night.

A car crash like that wouldn't have been fatal, but it wasn't the crash that killed her.

I can't stand to be so close to her dead body, but I can't take my eyes off her either.

I'm in the hallway, watching her. I've only been here for a few minutes, but it feels like a decade.

They're going to move her body soon, I know it.

I don't notice Bunny's here until he speaks, his voice low, quiet.

"I told you not to get attached, Jack."

A/N: I wrote this on impulse at 2 AM, so if it's horrible, I apologize. And if you happen to read DWD Academy, I'm sorry. I didn't write anything for it yesterday. Oops.