(A/N) So, I hope you all liked the last chapter, (thanx for the AWESOME reviews! ) I know it was kinda fudged on the time thing for the first day it was up. (It went from three days, to sundown, to a week…L) but it's fixed now, thanx again to Xaviere. This chapter is written from Kathy's point of view, and it may clear a few things up, but if not please bear with me (I know you'll get if after next one)… As always I demand reviews (good or bad) and in exchange I offer my undying love, eternal friendship and copious amounts of dried meats and assorted cheeses (come on, who doesn't love free cheese?)

DISCLAIMER: Am I sure I don't own it? Hmm…let me check :::lets see, amazing art, came from a

movie, David Bowie, unbelievable setting…::: Yeah, yeah I'm pretty sure I don't own it.

When I say 'pretty sure' it really translates to 'YES, YOU MORONS!! WHY ARE YOU STILL

ASKING?!' m'k?

DISCLAIMER II – I disclaim the lyrics at the beginning of the chapter to the band Little Big Town.

Sadly I don't own those either…(yes, I know…I'm a dork)

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What goes around

Comes around,

Feel it breathin' down

Heavy on you.

You made that bed,

You're layin' on,

The deeds,

That you have done,

Now, you can't undo.

- Little Big Town, 'Bones'

CHAPTER VIII – Bones in the Closet

Kathy floated slowly towards consciousness. She found herself drifting, warm and comfortable, in a heavy, hazy cloud. The fact that this was not a naturally tenable position for a human didn't trouble her in the least. Nor did the fact that she couldn't quite recall how she'd gotten into such a strange position; Kathy was sure she'd remember when she needed to.

It felt so good to simply lay still, to rest, to let the softness of the cloud support her. She'd been so tired for so long, there was never enough time to really rest.

Perhaps she'd overslept?

That thought did trouble her. In fact it troubled her a great deal. She didn't have time to oversleep, she had chores to get to if she wanted to leave on time.

She struggled towards consciousness, fighting the fog that had insinuated itself around her form, but try as she might to move she found even that small victory beyond her. She tried to recall what she'd done the nigh before to make herself so tired, but she could remember nothing. Blackness.

She struggled harder, both to move and remember, but the cloud had slipped into her head, coating her thoughts in a sticky hazy and the harder she struggled the thicker it became.

She needed desperately to remember, but her mind was horribly blank. Blackness, nothing. Darkness…screaming? Whose screaming? A horse, Sarah, lights flashing…hands, shouting. Pain! Voices…

The memories returned in a jumbled stream. Her mind shied away from them, and the pain they brought. No, she didn't want to remember that part.

Easier to stay here, in the cloud.

Easier to drift, to float, to sleep…

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When next she woke, the first thing that Kathy was aware of was the bed she was laying on. Not that she had anything against beds, but this one was completely foreign to her. It certainly wasn't one from home, nor was it one of her friends beds. The sheets had the scratchy, over-starched feel that she'd come to associate with a hospital ward, and she wondered just how sick she was to have blanked out the drive into town. The cloud that had previously supported her was ebbing now, replaced by a chemically induced haze; good painkillers.

Kathy tried to lift her head, but her aching muscles refused to obey. She managed to twitch a bit and that was all.

The next thing she was aware of was the sound of voices speaking quickly, in hurried tones somewhere off to the side of her.

"…word on the Williams girl?...last….called her relatives…"

"…Not since she left…"

"Do they know where she was headed?"

"No, and no one seems to…getting her phone number…"

"–Too late to change it now…"

"...her name…"

"Sarah…Only one who saw the accident…said…"

Kathy frowned, she knew on some inner level that the words were important, but she couldn't for the life of her remember how.

The word 'Sarah' wandered through her mind, looking for something to connect with…

"Oh, I think she's waking up a bit now. I'll just change the IV before she comes to all the way." A kindly face floated into Kathy's field of vision, the woman gave her what she was sure was meant to be a reassuring smile. Unfortunately from Kathy's point of view it looked more like a grimace.

"Don't you worry now, honey." The nurse, or at least Kathy assumed she was a nurse, said quietly, "I'll bet you're feeling a bit strange just now, but don't fuss over it. It's the painkilling drugs Dr. Maldonado has you on, nothing to be upset over."

Kathy smiled groggily at her. Drugs were wonderful things…

She could feel the cloud beckoning to her, sliding over her limbs and her thoughts, drawing her back down into oblivion. "I've been in the same position you're in now, honey," the nurse said, "So I know you can probably hear me, and if you can, you should rest. It's a miracle really that you're alive at all…"

The nurses' voice faded in and out as the word 'miracle' wandered through Kathy's head looking for something to connect with.

"…so nice of that uncle of yours to visit you…a bit strange though…that cape…"

A few moments passed and Kathy slipped farther back into the warmth of the cloud. Then, suddenly, slam! Bang! It connected…but it was too late. She was already to close to the edge, the last thing she remembered before she slipped back into dreams, was:::Shit! This is gonna be so bad…:::

That last bit turned out to be prophetic.

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A gentle breeze blew across the open field, the spring green stalks of grass leaving strokes of dew across her calves. The blades brushed along her bare skin, tickling her, until she batted the grass away irritably. The pale yellow skirt she wore flapped softly in the breeze, dancing with the currents. To the younger girl she was, the billowing sleeves of her blouse seemed like wings, as though if she only tried, she might float away on the wind.

The breeze turned harder, howling through the trees now, and her long hair lifted off her neck as a shiver passed down her spine.

"Lianna?" a woman's voice called, carried to her on the wind.

Dark red hair, darker than it had any right to be, blew across her face as Kathy whipped around, hands clenched at her sides. That voice was one that now haunted her dreams, she had hoped she'd never have to hear it sound again. She never wanted to hear it, to fall under it's command, ever again, and a feeling of foreboding crept into her chest.

The woman walked up to her, her straight, shoulder-length pale hair whipping in the wind. "Lianna, you should know better…" she said softly. "You shouldn't be out here."

"I'm not Lianna!" Kathy shrieked. Angry tears streamed down her face no matter how hard she fought them. Her throat tightened in anger and pain. "Lianna is dead! She's dead! And I will never be her, no matter how badly you want it! Stop trying to make me! I won't!"

The woman stared blankly-resignedly-at the girl crying in front of her, her face contorted with rage as she fought to hide her tears. "You are Lianna, little one." The woman replied coldly, "You were born Lianna, and you cannot change that. Changing a name means nothing, changes nothing. You were created as Lianna…and Lianna is who you are."

The tears fell harder, faster, "I'm not Lianna! Lianna is DEAD! She's dead! She died when I was little! How can she rest in peace if you won't let her go?!" Kathy shrieked. She sank to her knees in the soft cool grass, the stalks now on eye level with her as the tears streamed down her face, her hands clenched into fists.

The blonde woman sighed again, and turned as if to leave, then paused. "Maybe Lianna is dead." She replied icily, "But if she is, it's because you killed her…"

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(A/N) Thanx for the reviews I have no doubts are on the way : ) You know I live and breathe to read them, or if you didn't now you do! As always, constructive criticism is very much appreciated.