Fifty nine

Kyra was bent over the toilet as she retched. She’s been like that for a few minutes and right now, her throat was hurting badly, and the same could be said for her insides. She felt like she was about to vomit all her insides out, her throat was burning like she drank acid.

When the urge to vomit finally died and her insides became calm, Kyra sat back on the floor of the toilet as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

She raised her hand up to look at it and saw blood. She kept staring at it like it was something foreign, but she did not look surprised at all; this was not the first time she was vomiting blood.

It started two months ago with her just coughing up a small amount but with time, it became worse and now, she threw up lots of blood every now and then.

She was dying, Kyra knew this for sure, but she was not panicking. She was very close to her goal, she was not going to let whatever it was that was wrong with her ruin everything. She would hold out until she had ki