Abiquail went to school. A day after she made another couple of marks on herself. Her eyes were heavy.

A day after her and Pollo's argument. Her hand ached. She went to school again.

Her eyes were droopy and there were bags under them. She didn't want to get out of bed. She didn't want to live anymore.

She had gone to the school's palace of food. She didn't eat. She didn't want to eat. She couldn't eat.

She'd rather starve herself to death.

Abiquail leaned her head on the back of a wall. Waiting for anything to happen, "What's that?" Another warrior she knew asked her.

She was pointing to her hand.

"It's... don't worry about it..."

The warrior looked at her as Abiquail pulled down her sleeves on her jacket.

"It's like a tiger. Just different colours. Red and light brown stripes."

-More to come...