Misery choked her lungs as she had guzzled down mass quantities of deep mortification and popped a couple of Anxieties, shortly before her end. She did it in the attempt to counteract her symptoms of vomiting guilt and high fevers of mental illness all her life.

Toxic pain swelled her bones and tainted the marrow with stress causing them to crush into ashen sand. As she lay dying, she decided to accept she was infected with a deadly virus and let anguish run through her veins. The heart resisted her arrest and tried savagely one last time to pump faith into her, but the vile poison of depression took over.