Pushing the duvet off her, she stumbled out of bed, holding the door for support as she made her way into the bathroom.
A deep-seated fear consumed her; she had a gut feeling that she wouldn't live to see the next day.
Annabelle knew she was dying.
Leaning against the bathroom wall, she reached for her toothbrush, brushed her teeth, and replaced the brush.
As she turned to leave, an acrid bitterness welled up in her stomach, causing her to rush back to the sink, where she began vomiting.
But this wasn't normal; she was vomiting blood, and it showed no sign of stopping.
Her pyjamas were now stained crimson as she lay on the floor, sobbing quietly with red, teary eyes.
The pain was unbearable.
"Alvin…" she tried to call out, but only more blood came out when she coughed.
Struggling to rise from the floor, she felt something gnawing at her insides.
