Dripping Blood When I Poop Novels & Stories

My blood. The temperature suddenly dropped by at least ten degrees as another drop of blood fell on the ground to join the other droplet. Then another. And another. The drops weren’t coming from the sky and this time, I didn’t need to look down to know that the blood was actually dripping down my fingertips.

Still, she felt so thirsty. “Haaa, haaa, haaa,” she caught her breath while reaching the wall. She leaned her hand on it as she clutched it in pain. Something is weird. It is not her due date yet, but her stomach was aching, as if something was wrong with her baby. “Ahhhh, it’s painful,” she murmured. As she looked down, she went pale after seeing the blood dripping off on her legs. What is this? Why does blood gush down?

But first I need to pee. DADDY NICK FOLLOWS me into the bathroom, he takes my hands as I lower myself to the toilet, as though I need help. My legs are unsteady, but not that unsteady. I wait for him to leave, but he doesn’t. He pulls some toilet paper from the roll and presses it between my legs. There’s more blood when he wipes me. He holds the paper so I can see the stain. “It’ll stop soon,” he says, but I’m not worried. I’m more worried that I need a pee.

I stare at myself in the mirror, seeing the color drained from my face. My usual pale skin has turned entirely white as if I haven’t seen the sun in years. I breathe in and out repeatedly, trying to get my head back on straight. My stomach churns again, and I realize that the stomach pain from Derek wasn’t even from him. It was me. I run into one of the bathroom stalls and sit on the toilet, and that’s when I notice it. Blood droplets on my panties. I’m spotting? What the fuck is going on?

Clamping a hand over my mouth, I lurched to my feet, rushed past Ryder and into the washroom. “Shit”, Ryder was already on my back. “Take it slow,” I felt him place his hand over my back as my stomach emptied. I didn’t mind about him, I puked everything and by the time, I stood up straight, the room was spinning. Blood was dripping from my lips and onto the sink. My body froze when I saw that. What the hell was really happening?!. Instead of puking food, it was blood. My blood but it was dark red.

With that determination, I set to continue running before Dennis captured me again but then my leg felt somehow. I looked down at my leg as I felt something dripping down my leg. Don't tell me I just peed on my body, but that doesn't look anything like pee. I bent down a little to get a clearer view of the liquid to see it was blood. Wait, Blood? Why am I seeing blood and not just a little bit of blood, it was a lot. My clothes were soaked and I was only noticing it now because I have been too occupied with crying to notice earlier.

For my child. Halfway through the apple, a sharp, out-of-the-ordinary pain struck me. “Ahhhh!” I screamed from the sudden sting. I held my tummy and froze. The pain intensified, but I was more horrified by what I saw. Blood. I saw blood coming out of me! “This can’t be…” My voice shook as I saw blood dripping between my legs.

Tap. He suddenly heard a sound of something dripping. He realized that the liquid is dropping on his shoulder. He jolted in horror, the red liquid continued dripping on the floor. Chris immediately realized that the sticky liquid is blood. He didn’t dare looking up or he would surely lose his mind. He raced forward, running as fast as he can to exit the corridor but the passage feels endless; Opposite of his hope which is evaporating the more he spends his time in that spiteful place.

Panting, I try to relax my body. Once I felt I would not throw up, I walk over and turn the light on. Gasping, I cover my mouth. I was full of blood. My mouth and my nose were dripping in blood. Looking back at the toilet, I see red. Flushing it, I clean frantically. Karl didn’t have to see this. Throwing everything away, I wash my face. The small dizziness still present. “Calm down, Allorah…” I mumble to myself.

The force of it was overwhelming, and my stomach ached as if it was being wrung dry, tears welling up in my eyes from the intensity of it all. As I finally finished heaving and caught my breath, a sense of temporary relief washed over me. But then, glancing into the toilet before flushing, I noticed something alarming. My stomach dropped at the sight; it wasn’t just normal vomit it was tinged with blood. A pang of fear shot through me, the image searing into my mind. My heart raced, and for a moment, panic was about to take over. Trying to calm down, I took a deep breath, telling myself that my throat was probably just irritated from the constant vomiting.