I don't have a name for this...

I can't see anything
Tiny droplets fall
It isn't rain
There's no ground
Somehow I'm suspended here
I close my eyes
I'm surrounded by a lingering white mist
And a tangle of trees
I'm in a flowing white dress
Wait
No, it's black
No, it's white
It's white
But it has a ring of singed black where it has been burnt
And red stains
I spin around at the sound of breaking branches and a metallic sound
There you are
On your knees
Your black clothes are torn
Your hands bloody
A bloody dagger rests at your knees
You bow your head looking at your hands
The spots of red on my dress are moist
I pull my hand away from one
My hand is bloody
I meet your eyes
Streams pour from your eyes and off your cheeks
You speak
But I can't hear you
You speak again
All I know is that you're trying to apologize
But I still can't hear you
I shake my head
A wall of fire burns behind you
I can't move
I can't speak
The fire engulfs you
I scream
I try to reach you
As I make my own streams I find my voice
I'm running for you
But you're gone
Everything is black
That last thing I hear is my own scream
"No!"