Kaori stared into her necklace, seeing, for a moment, a flicker of a reflection of her gaunt ,thin face. She pulled herself up, feeling sick, and hurried to the bathroom, hoping to make it to the toilet. She barely managed to lean into the bowl before her stomach emptds itself. But this time there is more than just stomach acid, the usual substance, due to her lack of eating because of her stomach's inability to keep food down.
The toilet bowl looked washed in blood. Panicked, she stood up and backed away, and then felt faint. Strange bubbles clouded her vision, and she couldn't tell if she was walking, falling, or sinking straight down.
She suddenly felt the wall, which she couldn't see, slam into her side. She reached up for something to grab, but she couldn't lift her arms, and even if she could, she couldn't tell if she was reaching up, down, or sideways.
Kaori was entirely disoriented, until the bubbles went away, and she was sinking down the side of the wall. She was so tired. She struggled against her weight, and black now covered the edges of her vision. She heard a knock on the door, and tried to say, "Help," but words would not form on her now heavy-feeling tongue. Everything felt heavy, right then. She was close to the ground, and finally gave in to the irresistable tug at the end of hre rope. And that was where she was. The end of her rope. She wasn't concious long enough to feel her head slam into the floor.
"Kaori?" A young Shizuma looked into the bathroom door, cocked slightly open.
She calmy started in, until she noticed a hand lay limply on the ground.
Covered in blood.
"KAORI!"