She spent the next few days, and all her free time, hanging out in the library. The place was mildly deserted for a Saturday, as only the hardcore studiers, crammers, or people with no lives loitered about.
She was none of these categories.
She was never in this building unless there was a project to be done. It was normally crowded at the laptop station, with people checking their mail or surfing the net, so she was glad not to be kept waiting.
This was too crucial to sit around.
She was on a mission. There wasn't much time around college and work, so she was forced to come in on the weekend. She was determined to get answers, since no one else was giving them to her.
The wall screen shone against the lenses of wire-rimmed glasses as she avidly read. Anything to do with mental disorders was pulled up and discarded if the symptoms didn't match.
After that outlandish experience, there hadn't been any other delusions. She chalked it up to the fact that it was two a.m., she was MASSIVELY stressed, and still hadn't gotten those damn tests back. It'd been almost three weeks and she was getting fed up.
It was time to take matters into her own hands.
The need to know the truth was overshadowed by what she found. A couple of official-looking medical WebPages had articles which were rather helpful.
They also scared the crap outa her.
"Many people with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder repeatedly re-experience the event that traumatized them in the form of flashback episodes, nightmares, memories, or frightening thoughts - especially when they are exposed to events or objects reminiscent of the trauma. Anniversaries of the event can also trigger symptoms.
People with PTSD also experience emotional numbness, sleep disturbances, depression, anxiety, irritability, and outbursts of anger. Feelings of intense guilt are common. Most with PTSD try to avoid any reminders or thoughts of the ordeal. PTSD is diagnosed when symptoms last more than one month.
Headaches, gastrointestinal complaints, dizziness, chest pain, or discomfort in other parts of the body are common. Often, doctors treat these symptoms without being aware that they are caused by PTSD."
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"The psychological symptoms of General Anxiety Disorder are chronic, exaggerated worry, restlessness, tension, and irritability that appear to have no cause or are more intense than is reasonable in the situation. In addition to these psychological symptoms, there are often physical signs as trembling, headaches, dizziness, twitching, muscle tension, aches or soreness, and abdominal upsets.
Most with GAD claim to have felt anxiety their entire lives and the disorder is often first seen in childhood or adolescence. However, adult onset of the disorder is not uncommon.
Experts believe GAD is probably caused by a combination of biological factors and life events. Many people who have GAD have other medical disorders such as depression and / or panic disorder that seem to involve changes in brain chemistry - in particular abnormalities in the levels of the neurotransmitter serotonin."
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"The symptoms of Dementia are not the result of old age. Severe memory loss is never a normal part of growing older. Rather, the symptoms are due to brain diseases, which seem to be more common in older people. Dementia symptoms may be static or progressive depending on the underlying disease and how it is treated. Static Dementia usually follows a single major injury like severe head trauma or heart attack. It does not progress in severity, but remains stable. Progressive Dementia, however, does become worse over time. This type is found in several major brain disorders.
Whether it occurs suddenly or gradually, Dementia causes many disabling symptoms including: memory disturbance; personality change; impairment of judgment and control of impulses; confusion or disorientation; depression, paranoia, or anxiety; obsessive behavior or paranoia; delusions or psychotic episodes."
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"Schizophrenia is a devastating mental illness and is probably the most distressing and disabling of disorders. The first signs typically emerge in adolescence or young adulthood. People with Schizophrenia suffer from difficulties in their thought processes, which lead to hallucinations, delusions, disordered thinking, and unusual speech or behavior. Contrary to popular belief, people with Schizophrenia do not have split personalities and the great majority of people who suffer are not dangerous to others.
Schizophrenia is a complex illness, which is thought to be due to a number of different factors acting together. These seem to include genetic influences, trauma to the brain occurring at or around the time of birth, together with the effects of social isolation and / or stress. Other effects may also be important, but not one factor can be said to be the cause of Schizophrenia. Rather, each of these is thought to increase the risk that a person may develop symptoms.
Most females develop symptoms between ages twenty-five and thirty. Medications and other treatments, when used regularly and as prescribed, can help reduce and control the distressing symptoms of the illness. However, some are not greatly helped by available treatments or may prematurely discontinue treatment because of unpleasant side effects or other reasons. Even when treatment is effective, persisting consequences of the illness - such as ridicule, shame, residual symptoms, and medication side effects - may be very difficult for patients and may prevent them living a normal life."
Schizophrenia stuck out and seemed to make the most sense, but cures involved deep psychological treatment to admission to a ward.
She was hoping there was some way to home-fix herself.
The other approach was therapy and she had neither money nor time for THAT lengthy procedure. Her savings would be bled dry in no time and that was planned for paying off financial aid.
Plus, she couldn't fit therapy into everything else. She needed those two jobs, and HAD to finish college. She was at the tail-end of the junior year – there was too much at stake!
It seemed pretty hopeless.
She was running out of options. There was only so much to deal with and hide. She still chickened out with Sam, even after that episode. Sam probably chalked it up to a bad nightmare anyway.
She was clinging to the unknown options yet to be explored as the only way of not freaking out. Being a logical person, she reasoned nothing just happened – there was a reason for everything. If you hadn't found an answer, you weren't looking hard enough or in the right places.
Her search was fruitful, but highly discouraging. She had nothing to do but consider all aspects and see if they might work.
She was about ready for anything by now...
Heaving a sigh, she clicked back to the desktop and turned the screen off. After putting cordless mouse and keyboard back, she stood and trudged out. The sunlight practically blinded her and made her nostalgic for the boring life she lost. Eyes took in the few stragglers walking by and wished to trade places.
She just wanted her life back...
~*~*~
She kept mulling over information, worrying how to deal with the possibility she was nuts - and trying to look opposite in public, as she clicked the lock in place. Keys blandly unlocked the door. An almost eerie quiet greeted her, which was nothing new.
Sam sitting at the table, leveling her with an emotionless stare, was.
She stared from the doorway, almost matching her friend. She was trying to discern the look, but her brain was too occupied.
"...Hi." She mumbled.
"Hey."
There was no smart-aleck comment and that uneased her a tad. She finally shut the door and made to put her keys away, Sam watching.
Said person's gaze moved to the mug she was cradling and lifted it slowly. "Your tests are back."
She paused, eyes wide and panicked, at the edge of the kitchen. Her gaze inched to Sam, gaping as whatever in that mug was daintily sipped.
Her heart thundered in her ears and ever conceivable apology ran through her head. There was no way to feign ignorance because the hospital would introduce themselves and Sam had no reason to believe she was switching to the medical field!
The shit more than hit the fan...she was so theoretically deep in it no shovel was going to save her. Groveling maybe. Massive...MASSIVE groveling!
"Oh..." What could she say?? These were the tests she was waiting for! She wanted to run back for her bike – no way in HELL was Sam going to let her use the car! – or pick up the phone.
Providing Sam wasn't that pissed to've purposely not gotten a return number.
"Well...that's good to know...I guess." The mug was finished and slammed on the wood surface with a BANG. She jumped and would've started for safety if not for being frozen in place.
By the utter calm look pointedly ignoring her, she could tell she was going to get reamed good.
"I swear to god I can explain!" She rambled, twisting to face her friend.
Sam was silent as she stood and put the miraculously unhurt glass in the sink. She leaned against it with crossed arms, almost in a square off, and stared. "I'm listening...and this had BETTER be good."
~*~*~
Half an hour later, most of that concerned ranting, the two stood at the reception's desk.
"I STILL can't believe you came all the way HERE..."
"Yes Sam." Pissing the girl off again was NOT a good idea. She was calmed by worry with the dizzy spells – nix the hallucinations – and was now as anxious for answers as she was.
"And by BIKE nonetheless."
"Yes Sam."
A finger whipped out and poked her. "Stop patronizing me!"
"Yes Sam."
A growl started, but any other comment was cut short by a pair of muffled footsteps and the awaited presence. "Himmen? Kalie Himmen?"
Her gaze shot to the desk they were leaning on, heart racing. "That's me." A small stack of papers was handed across the way. "I'm almost afraid to look..." She mumbled, hesitantly taking them.
The nurse took to the swivel chair and watched with a congenial face, waiting for any questions. "Oh...I think you'll be pleasantly surprised..."
She skimmed to what she sort of understood and stopped on the blood work. She stared at the same few lines, not getting past the mumbo jumbo. "What does this mean???"
"What K?" Lemme see."
She ignored Sam and forced herself to keep from shoving the sheets in the nurse's face. "The bottom half of this page! Right here!"
"Calm down miss – let me take a look."
Light blue speared a worried glance at her friend. "K? What's gotten into you?"
She ignored the girl. There were too many 'negative' words on that page under what could've been wrong. She didn't know half those descriptions, but was not getting a good feeling about this. If her hunch was correct...
The woman skimmed the new few, mumbling some of the lingo. After a few excruciatingly long moments, she looked up. "No worries miss – you're as healthy as a horse."
"How can that BE..." She whispered. Somehow, her gaze drifted to a far wall and remained there. Incredulous eyes pierced some random spot as she fought to remain upright.
"WHAT? But – but...the dizzy spells! The lightheadedness! I don't believe she's perfectly fine!" Sam nearly roared. Light blue cast a quick glance to her friend, anxious at the shock there. "Show me exactly where it says that." The nurse looked a little put out, but exited the station and explained in two-cent terms what was requested.
This was not possible... she WASN'T healthy, everything so far showed that! The spells, the dreams, the sounds, the smells...those voices... she assumed it was a bodily problem. Now she didn't know WHAT to think.
Her gaze turned thoughtful as she replayed months to the beginning. Her eyes widened and a hand shifted to touch her body. 'Those few hours...once IS all it takes...'
"I'm not...PREGNANT...am I?"
Two pairs of eyes looked over, the other still on the wall.
Sam dumbly stared and blinked. "You CAN'T be – you were only together that night!"
She fought not to blush at talking about her sex life in public. At least the nurse was female... "And the next morning – twice."
Sam's mouth opened and quickly closed. Now was no time to congratulate her friend. Or ask questions of just how the hell they did that with her in the house!!
Pages rustled for a second. The two stared at the nurse as she checked the contents. "Nope." A finger tapped the page. "Says right here."
She was relieved. She had a small soft spot for kids, but was WAY too young for that yet. Except that would've explained it all. Now she was back to square one.
"Well, you're healthy as you ever were. Can we head home now?"
She nodded, barely paying attention. When she didn't move, Sam wrapped their arms together and guided them out. Papers fluttered to her lap in the car and she stared at them. Her gaze never left until the car was turned off.
"We're home. You can blink now." She looked out the windshield as Sam exited the car and looked inside after a second when she never moved. "Are you getting out or what??"
It was easy to see she was in a state of shock, at least on some level. Sam didn't know the depth of her worry and fear. If nothing was wrong with her physically, then the only thing left was mentally. She was crazy, medical science chopped her other option off...even if there was no explanation for the dizziness.
She had no answers and no way to get them. There was nothing else she could do except visit a therapist and she had limited options there. It wouldn't last long enough to get her back to normal, so there was really nothing to be done in that area.
She felt helplessness like none other well up. When a hand finally shifted and opened the car door, it seemed as if a void was growing. She never liked not knowing the answers, always being a theoretical person half the time. It was almost second nature for her to find the solution to a problem or think about a puzzle.
She was without an effect to this cause and no way to find one.
Things never happened without a reason. All going on in her mind was something dealt with for the first time. There HAD to be a reason for that!
She trudged up the walk, barely aware of the steps and tripping over one. Sam caught her from the top, worried beyond belief by now. She couldn't answer for explanations of her behavior. Words stuck in her mind; tongue too heavy to move and use.
"I'm...going...upstairs." She muttered, shuffling around Sam for the stairway. She barely managed to kick off sandals in preservation of the carpet.
Sam watched the girl handle herself as if carrying an anvil on her shoulders. Blonde brows furrowed as trepidation hit hard. 'What is going on?? I thought she would've been happy to know she was okay! Of course that DOESN'T say what was wrong with her...but maybe it was just stress...or a passing thing...'
Totally perplexed, Sam stood in the doorway for a bit shutting the inside and finally putting her keys in their normal resting spot.
She heaved a sigh and cast a final look at the upstairs before heading for the living room to get back to the book she started before the call came.
~*~*~
She should've gone to her room, but her feet seemed to move by themselves. Her body wasn't being controlled - she was merely wandering around. It was here or the room.
She really had nowhere to go right now.
There was the biggest lost feeling in the world. She stared out the bathroom window, pondering what to do now. The first voice hadn't reappeared since she heard it at Inaki's and the second was absent from her dreams since its first appearance in the tangible world.
But she could still tell, oddly enough, that it was there.
The weirdness of her situation, the past few months, and the notion of that presence now tiptoeing to the foreground piled up and crashed down. Her lips twitched through the mask. A small smile appeared as her shoulders started shaking in silence. The barely of rasping laughter was heard and soon gained in strength until she was fighting to stand on her own power.
It wasn't hysterical by any means, but right now was no laughing matter, so it could've been classified as such.
She collapsed to her knees, clutching both sides, as tears gathered in the corners. The laughter went on, unable to stop.
'I'm not crazy! I'm NOT! I'M NOT!!' The noise finally died to include sobbing until crying took over as primary roll. For some reason, Sam hadn't come up yet, but she didn't know whether or not she wanted comfort. 'I WANT ANSWERS!'
The arms wrapped around her sides clenched and brought pain, feeling like hurting something, as she shot to her feet. She stared at the shower wall blankly.
A small shiver raced up her spine at the feeling of being watched. It felt familiar and her eyes widened. Her head slowly inched over, afraid and morbidly drawn to the right, until she was eyeing the mirror.
A pair of irritated brown eyes stared at her.
Her eyes widened further and she wanted to stumble back like the first time, but her body wouldn't move. She felt rooted to the spot, unable to take her eyes off the vision. "You're...me!" She breathed. Lightheadedness suddenly returned with a vengeance as the vision kept staring. The look turned a little less annoyed and somewhat understanding...which was more mystifying. Hands clutched her head as her gaze squeezed shut. "God...what's...going on??"
An overwhelming urge to vomit attended as a result, but sheer will kept her from doing so. She fell to her knees, almost knocking her chin on the sink, before doubling against her legs.
'I feel like I'm going to be sick. God...why me?? What is happening to me? Why does this have to happen to me? I thought my life was finally on track. What is going on?!'
"What's...happening...to me..." She trailed off, black dancing over her vision. She slumped to the floor, boneless, unconscious.
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"Despacio, él miró en el espejo con los ojos espantosos. En esé espejo, él vi el mismo hombre...pero fueron diferencias. Los ojos que fueron verdes, ahora están morenos. Y el pelo que fue moreno, ahora está negro.
'¿¡Por qué estoy cambiando!? ¿Qué son las causas?'
Él miró de cerca a sus ojos, estira a la piel debajo de. Él miró fijamente en el color para unos minutos. Él estuvo MUY confuso. En un momento de debilidad, él chilló y agarró su pelo. Él estuvo MUY espantojo...pero también él estuvo enojado.
'¿¡Por qué yo!? ¿Qué he hecho merecer éste?'"
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The sound of jangling shoved Sam from her novel. With an annoyed sigh at being torn away, she looked up to find the trail end of her roommate going past the narrow archway. Light blonde furrowed. "K?" There was no response except for the back door opening. Startling, Sam tossed the novel on the couch, not caring that her place was lost. "HEY!" The door shutting told her she was too slow and by the time she got to the kitchen and looked out the back windows, she saw a patch of dark hair moving around the house. Light blue blinked, feeling utterly lost. "What the HELL is up with that girl??"
~*~*~
It was strange to be on a bike in so long, but she still remembered. The wind in her face, the freedom of going as fast or slow as you wanted... It was this simple pleasure she missed as much as the others.
There was a destination in mind and she only knew where to go by the memories...having scanned them previously.
This land seemed so incredible! She never had the chance or burning desire to visit, but she couldn't resist looking around.
She knew exactly where she was, what she was doing, and where she was going. All the streets were as foreign as the language, but still acknowledged from being lived in for years.
How odd.
It was so weird to have no clue where you were, yet have the memories of tiny details never known without giving a second glance. It was like being handed a map and explained everything, then going out into that area.
She watched the people as she passed. They looked so different, yet by looking at her reflection before, knew they looked just like she did.
She was no different on the outside and that was a small comfort.
Even if - on the inside - she belonged on the other side of the world.
So many questions arose when she first felt a tinge of consciousness, and only some were answered by looking through the eyes she was now using and seeing this life.
Just HOW many times was she going to have to go through this before the ironic twists ceased?!
She learned this language in school, but rarely used it. There was never time to practice on tourists, especially not with all her travels. She had a pathetic consumption and grasping of it, though scanning the memories gave her total comprehension.
This was so mocking it was almost laughable.
The night came as fast as she always remembered. She was hoping for a little more time, but was not out here for no reason and had to hurry. She was getting tired quickly.
She had no practice in this, as there was no need in her massive traveling back and forth through time. Not to mention her friends never had urges to change their appearance.
Would she be blamed for this?? All she wanted was to be herself again... Somehow, the hair was almost as wild as it used to be, but the shade was more like her good, good friend's than her own. That hair was almost identical to this than the ones from her own time.
The smell was horrible. She couldn't believe people would knowingly use this stuff! If HE knew she was doing this, his nose would've scrunched up and the complaints would never stop.
She paused, eyes tearing. Where was he now? Was here like she was? A quick root through the memories made her incredibly suspicious. She had to see for herself to know for sure, but until then she couldn't help but get her hopes up.
Would he still remember her?
Perhaps that's why she was doing this. She wanted to look exactly the same as she did to make it easier for him. Though, he always knew her smell...
She couldn't believe the changes of this life. The hair color and eyes were different, but there were ways about that. She didn't want to be cruel, but her time was cut drastically short and she still had so much to do!
There was a small measure of guilt as the water was turned on and her head lowered. She might be pushed back for a while, if the other was furious enough.
Just what would happen tomorrow?
Her conscious was waning as she finished everything and grabbed a towel. This was either taking longer than was instructed, or she was being fought. Judging the response she got when she became conscious enough and saw the other through the mirror the first time, she was betting on fighting.
There was another presence nearby, but she ignored it. Walking through the memories told her who the girl was, but was unknown to HER. They never personally met, even if the other and this girl were best friends.
She stared in fascination at blond hair, having never seen it before now, before turning and ignoring the girl's voice for the other's room.
A raised futon-looking frame seemed rather inviting. She took a survey of the room, finding it pleasant - but almost lacking something, before trudging to the bed.
She plopped down on the mattress, wincing a little at the different give than her own past comfy bed, but sunk into it anyway. There was a distinct smell of vanilla on the sheets and blankets and her nose wrinkled.
That was the next to go. HE wouldn't recognize her by that smell. She would get her own back in no time and it would overpower this. Although this was nice, it wasn't hers.
It was the other's.
She heaved a yawn and prayed to the gods she wouldn't be screamed at too much after this. She was going to be exhausted enough and if this could, it would give her a headache.
Brown closed as she finally conceded control back to her other.
~*~*~
The dawn woke her up, which was odd because it was earlier than her clock. She looked to the clock, finding the alarm not set. Her brow wrinkled a little. She stared at articles around her room in a confusion that had nothing to do with sleepiness.
A light knocking on her door gained attention to the wood. "Yo K! You up yet? I'd like to have a word with you."
Her eyes snapped wide in realization and she sat up. Work! She startled at an odd weight on her head and reached a hand to touch her scalp, finding a barrier. 'WHAT THE HELL?!'
"Are you decent?"
Not like Sam would worry about seeing her lewd, but it was always nice the girl cared about her enough to ask. "Yea..."
Blonde peeked in and the emotions in Sam's gaze took her back. There were too many there for this early in the morning. "I won't ask for an explanation, but next time...PLEASE ask me for help. You made a damn big mess and you are going to be the one to pick it up, not me."
Her brow furrowed. "What ARE you talking about??" She asked, sliding off the bed. Her legs nearly gave out – which was rather strange – and she quickly grabbed the nightstand.
Sam huffed and swung the door wide. "WHAT am I talking about?? What am I TALKING about?! Don't play clueless with me! If you look between the two of us, you'll know which one still has their original color!"
Her mouth opened and closed. Words escaped her as known lightheadedness almost shyly peeked its way forward. A hand massaged her eyes, praying it didn't blow up in front of her friend.
There were going to be no more trips to the hospital.
"Sam...I have no clue...what you're talking about." She mumbled, taking a few steps forward. "I – I was...what did I do when I got home after the hospital?" Light blue stared, widening a little. Sam waited until her friend came closer, than stuck her face closer. The hand that floated to her temple dropped as confusion grew. "What?? What're you doing? Get outa my face."
"Did you get contacts too when you went out?"
She blinked and touched the skin under an eye. "No! You know I don't need contacts and I hate them. Why would I get any?"
"Because your eyes are brown. Don't tell me you don't like the color of your eyes. I always did."
They changed again...
That night, they were both brown. Before she went to bed, they changed to one green and one brown. When she got up the next morning and checked again, they were both green. She almost played it up to seeing something and her eyes weren't REALLY green. If she had some kind of Schizophrenia, she could just be seeing anything. Her body wouldn't really have changed.
All her theories just got shot to hell.
Her heart froze. She ignored the girl and nearly pushed Sam against the doorway to get around for the bathroom. The wrapping on her head jostled loose, but she ignored it and skidded to a stop. She stared in open shock and dread at the bathroom. There were stains – suspiciously resembling black – lining the sink and spots on the floor. She blinked, forgetting her mission to check her eyes again, and inched into the room. A hand touched the nearest stain and found it dried. Nothing came off on her hands.
She stared at her fingers for a second before yanking the towel off that was halfway there already. She unfolded it to see entirely and her eyes widened – if possible – even further on the matching black stains surrounding it.
"Sheesh...I know you've never done this, but you didn't even wash it out enough. Now we're going to have to throw that towel away."
She ignored Sam and dropped it, leaning over the sink. She stared in growing horror at the vision that – thankfully – was the same horrified face. Her eyes were most definitely brown.
And her hair. Was. BLACK.
She stared at the unkempt mane, almost wild from being slept on last night. Bangs shadowed her eyes almost, and looked more puffed up than normal. Her hair, as result of not being combed through, looked as wide as her shoulders. The freaky thing was...it seemed to lie that way NATURALLY.
"What exactly did I do last night? Where did I go? How long was I gone?" She evenly asked, knuckles white on the edges of the sink.
Sam gave a befuddled look and slowly shook her head. "How should I know?? I went back to reading after we got back and not too much later, you left. I called out to you, but you didn't seem to hear me. You were gone for an hour or two I think – I didn't check the times when you came and went. You basically locked yourself in here when you got back. When you came out, I tried to speak to you, but you ignored me."
Her arms were straining under her grip. Her face bled of any emotion, the mirror image copying, as her heart raced. Her face paled as quickly as her emotions changed and her head whirled. 'I don't remember any of that! No way would I do this to myself! I have no reason to! I DIDN'T DO ANY OF THIS!!' She wanted to scream...scream in madness, in helplessness, in anger, in confusion. Instead, she simply peered closer at her hair scrutinizingly.
It was sloppy, but thorough. There were a few lines down the edges of her jaw and ears from contact, but other than that, her head was clean. The color was black, no doubt about that, but it had an interesting blue hue. She could see it in the morning sun, and only when she pulled at a strand to experiment.
Her hair was so dark already it could've been confused for black at times...but that wasn't the point. Her hair was BROWN, not black!! She didn't WANT black hair! She didn't NEED black hair!
'God damn it!!'
"Where's the box at??" She continued, looking to the wastebasket. She didn't wait for Sam and snatched it up, greedily reading the front.
'It's not permanent...I'm okay.'
She had no clue what possessed her to dye her hair, but she was NOT happy. Just like when Sam's brothers intentionally dyed her hair. She didn't think much of herself, but her physical self was nothing to whine over. She was fine with the way she was and didn't really change herself because not much needed changing. Now she was BEING changed without her consent and - needless to say – she was PISSED.
She glared at her reflection, noting it was the same from the dream she stared into when she relived those lives. 'This is going to stop...one way or another. This can't be fucking happening to me!!'
A small wave of dizziness came, rather faint, but still noticeable. She swayed the smallest of degrees, worry threading anger. Brown widened fully at noticing her vision – now identical in every way – meld to an apologetic look.
Sorry I made such a mess... That was my first dye job.
She stepped back, feeling emotions the voice invoked. It was too much and she gladly let it wash over her and force her to pass out.
Spanish language will be translated under the Japanese when it appears together. This language will be correct, as I have half put half a decade into learning.
Translations: "Slowly, he looked into the mirror with frightened eyes. In that mirror, he saw the same man...but there were differences. The eyes that were green, now are brown. And the hair that was brown, now is black.
'Why am I changing?! What are the causes?'
He peered at his eyes, pulling at the skin underneath. He stared at the color for a few minutes. He was VERY confused. En a moment of weakness, he screamed and pulled his hair. He was VERY scared...but he was also angry.
'Why me?! What have I done to deserve this?'"