Disclaimer: Is my name Charlotte Bronte? No? Then I don't own Jane Eyre.
A/N: Many thanks to Darkholme13 for suggesting this idea for my second drabble.
Flames. Blazing bright, high hot. I laughed wildly, spinning in a circle. My laughter died to a keening whimper – remembering – remembering –
The cry rose up behind me. I hissed, baring my teeth.
'I wasn't Bertha! Who was I? Bertha. Marionette. Marionetta. Antoinetta. Antoinette?
The cry rang out again. Laughter rang out below me. A sparkling pool, dappled with sunlight.
'Come on, jump! You're not scared are you?
Laughter. Sunshine. Warmth. Memory.
'A girl – what was her name? Tia!'
Tia called again,beckoned. I laughed. I jumped. Tia's laughter swirling around me, overwhelming the crackle of flames and the horrified, anguished cry of 'Bertha!' rising up behind me.