Suddenly, the dark realization struck me like a giant hammer. I knew where he was. With great trepidation, I staggered to the master bathroom, with was ajoined to Casimir’s bedchamer. The door was closed, but not locked, and I stumbled for the knob. I could hear breathing on the other side. Frantically, I pushed the large door open. What I saw was quite intense for any twelve year old girl, or any adult for that matter. I knew that this awful sight would haunt me in my dreams; residing for a near eternity. I felt sick to my stomach, and I felt as if I were likely to vomit too. There, in the middle of the bathroom, lay Casimir. He was sprawled out on the floor, and one of his hands clenched the white porcelin bowl. I noticed he had some distinctive cuts on his arms, still bleeding a little. Angry, sorrowful blood stained the rug. This was just too much to bear.