Kuri was sitting at the mirror, putting make-up on.
Jake came in. He was worried about her. Since when was she totally into herself like this? Was it related to the possession?
"What are you doing?" Jake asked worriedly.
"I'm making myself look good." Kuri answered, her voice far away. "It…makes her feel better."
Jake's brow furrowed. "Makes who feel better?"
"Mary," Kuri said dreamily. She turned back to the mirror, brushing her hair with a burnt brush, emblazoned with an "M." M for Mary.
Jake turned her, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her a little. "Kuri! Wake up! Stop this!"
Kuri looked totally tuckered. "You want…to make me happy, right? I'll only be able to smile if I'm pretty enough for Mary to stop crying…" Her vision strayed to the mirror."
Jake growled, frustrated. It was like talking to a brick wall. "You ARE pretty enough!"
"Jake…just…get my straightener, ok? Please?"
"You don't need it." Jake said stubbornly. "I won't leave you."
"Please?" Kuri looked like she was going to cry.
Unable to bear this, Jake went to the bathroom. A fact that would torture him forever.
Suddenly he felt that something was terribly wrong. Jacob ran to the bedroom. Kuri was gone, the burnt brush on the floor laden with her dark hair.
Jake picked the brush up and looked at the mirror.
It cracked.
He gripped the brush, breaking it in his shaking hands, bristles flying everywhere.