The cold, hard marble floor of the bathroom sent a sharp shiver right through Roxy's bare knees.
She leaned over the smooth porcelain toilet, her chest heaving as she violently threw up again. The terrible, bitter taste in her mouth made her eyes water. She squeezed her eyes shut, wrapping her arms tightly around her own stomach. Her whole body was shaking like a tiny leaf in a cold winter wind.
When her stomach was finally completely empty, Roxy slowly sat back on her heels.
She reached up with a totally shaky hand and flushed the toilet. She grabbed a soft white towel from the silver rack, wiped her mouth, and slowly stood up on her weak, wobbly legs. She walked over to the giant mirror hanging above the sink and turned on the cold water.
She splashed the freezing water on her face, trying to wash the pale, sickly look off her skin.
Roxy stared at her reflection in the dark. Her green eyes were wide and full of absolute, blinding terror.
