Daganronpa: blue blood «retelling»

POISONED!

«Aoi Asihina's perspective»
I wake up in my bed, relieved to not feel floorboards poking my back. Stretching, I make my way to the shower, splashing the tepid water on my face in refreshing waves. As it trickles down my legs, I think of Sakura. It's like a hole in my heart, that tears whenever I think of her. I never even got to tell her how I feel...
I leap out of the shower, towelling myself off, rubbing my legs ferociously to take my mind of her. I need to avenge her by getting out of here...
I arrive late to the dining hall and everyone is already there, eating breakfast.
I walk over to sit next to Makoto and Sayaka. "Good morning!"
"Hey Hina!"
I fetch a donut and some juice from the kitchen. Hifumi stands by the kettle, brewing something, probably some tea for Celestia.
Ugh, that truth or dare game was awkward. After the slap, most people stopped playing and sloped off, avoiding Celestia. I feel sorry for her, Chihiro and Byakuya ( even though she is a jerk ) after the trial's fallout. At least Chihiro has Mondo and Ishimaru.
Sipping the juice, I walk over to Byakuya, who is drinking some tea by herself.
"Do you want to sit with us?" I ask.
She looks startled, then reassumes a haughty expression.
"Fine, if you insist."
We all sit together companionably, eating breakfast.
"Hey Say-"
BANG
I cover my ears as they begin ringing.
"A bombs in one of the rooms!" Someone yells, and I blindly follow, instincts kicking in as I race through the corridor. I thrust open the door of Celeste's room, rushing back as the billowing smoke chokes me.
"What the hell?" Coughs Mondo, one arm sling over Ishimaru as he guides him through the smoke.
"A bomb must have gone of." Declares Byakuya.
"Wow... the room is trashed." I tip toe through the room: the walls are cracked, the bed dusty and burnt. Mondo hastily trampled out a fire as Byakuya throws back the last of the tattered duvet, revealing a mess of shrapnel.
"Ahhhh! Who would do that?" Splutter Toko, trying to grasp onto Byakuya. She bats her away, disgusted.
"No, look. It looks like the bomb was inside this Suitcase." Byakuya kicks over a shred of leather.
"Weird. At least nobody was hurt." I mutter, turning back to the cafeteria leading everyone back.
The smoke has made me thirsty, so I gulp down my juice. It tastes... off.
"Hey, does anyone else's-" Makoto words are cut off as he starts coughing violently, showering milk everywhere. I gaze around frantically, as my stomach churns. Sayaka is pounding on Makoto's back, Chihiro eyes stream as he coughs too. Everyone is coughing, spluttering for air, some worse than others: Celeste can barely breathe as Sayaka is gulping water, perfectly fine.
"Quick, there's antidote on the third floor!"
Yells Mondo, and he runs for the exit, still spluttering. I try to follow him, but my legs feel like lead and I crash to the floor.
Falling...

Falling...

Falling...