Disclaimer: all the characters still belong to Anthony E. Zuiker and the crew
A/N: "Tone Poem" is a song by Toyah, it's about dreams and I love to listen to it when I can't sleep because I'm upset, I find it very soothing. The titles of the chapters are also songs by Toyah.
There's water, glass and blood everywhere. She tries to get up and away but she's sinking in. There's no ground beneath her feet. She tries to hold on to something but there's just glass cutting into her hands. It starts to rain. Razorblade-sharp raindrops are cutting into her. She looks at her arms, she can't see the wounds, but she can feel them. She knows there should be blood, but she can't see any. The water around her is red and turbid. Red ripples dance across the surface and she feels like they are ripping little pieces out of her and are scattering her being all across the body of water. Raindrops are bouncing back from the surface, little red pearls falling down again and disappearing in the mass of others. She tries to swim but the glass makes the water thick as snow. The slush slows her movements. It's so cold. The glass is ice, razorblade-sharp crystals of ice entering her through all those invisible cuts. Blood flowing out, ice flowing in, slowly, curdled. Clotting, freezing to the inside of her blood vessels, being pushed away by others cutting her inside out. The ripples interfere, building up on each other, growing into blood-streaked faces. Waves and waves of faces wash over her, hands push and pull her asunder. Faces blur, nobody sees her tears, nobody sees her. She tries to wipe away the tears but they have frozen to her skin. The water freezes under her touch. She's so cold. She stops shivering, lies still, dead still, dead. She's standing in the midst of all those people, people with annoyed faces, annoyed because she's in the way, because she's breaking their pace. "No, no! Please, don't!" she screams as people in maneuvering around her body step right through her soul.