Dripping Blood When I Poop の小説・ストーリー

I only know this, because I had pizza two days ago and I am fairly sure that I saw a piece of pepperoni undigested in the toilet. Feeling that overwhelming need to go to the bathroom, I find that I can’t even pee and all that comes out is some overly smelly gas that smells like something dead. Sitting there for a few minutes longer, I scan the room for any hint that last night wasn’t a dream but don’t find a single thing. That is until I look down at my wrist and see the tiny little marks on my skin.

𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔? 𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠?' My subconsciousness didn't hesitate to make me feel horrible. I walked into the room without more difficulty this time since I was using the crutch. I dropped the crutch and then dragged my leg to the bathroom to take a shower.

Suddenly, the drunk man’s eyes get bigger as it was being shocked and slowly falling on the ground, and the blood from his stomach starting to flow out. The drunk man falls on the muddy ground and the fresh blood flowed mix in the water flows coming from the raindrops that washed out the blood. I look the old beggar and were both stare each other’s eye. I look him as I was inquisitive of what I just saw. But then before I ask him anything, he walked and leave me without anything happen.

I stopped and touched my nose because I felt something wet dripping from it. Red... Undoubtedly It's blood. Just great. I wiped it out using my sleeves and so it got stained. Oh well, I'll just wash it later after I go home. "Don't worry about me. It will dry out after a sec." I said nonchalantly but my voice is still hoarse. And continue wiping it but it's not stopping at all. It's dripping continually. Now my sleeves have many red stains on them. "NO. You're not fine! Damn It! Rhyme go call for the doctor right away! Hurry!" Brylle exclaimed angrily while Rhyme quickly did as he's told running away in some direction.

As the last of the water dribbled out of my ass, I lay there on the floor, my body trembling with exhaustion and shame. Who pees with their butt? Was it even pee or was it diarrhea?

But first I need to pee. Daddy Spencer 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 hurriedly strolled through the many aisles to get to the customer's bathroom. I got in the toilet and my first instinct was to pee a little before cleaning the little pee I had messed myself with. I sat on the toilet pan, looked at my black cotton panties, and saw the watery stain, which I immediately assumed was pee, and thought of the joke Richard said earlier. I giggled with myself as I rolled up a small tissue to wipe the wee off my coochie…I wiped and looked at the tissue like all ladies do and low and behold the tissue was stained red with my period blood.

Amy I practically jumped out of my skin when I saw the red substance dripping from my head. I brought my hand in front of my face, only to find it covered in red liquid. I screamed once more, my heart racing as I rushed toward the mirror. The red liquid droplets were steadily dripping down from my head to my face and pooling on the ground below. What the fudge is that? Instinctively, I brought my palm closer to my nose, and a strong paint smell hit me, making me cringe. Oh my God, it’s paint! It wasn’t a head injury or something!

At first, I thought it was because he hated me, but does that hate extend to his own flesh and blood? Before I can spiral into my thoughts, another cramp seizes me. This one makes me wince. It twists and then fades, but not without leaving a trail of unease behind. I push myself out of bed, moving slowly toward the bathroom, all the while clutching my stomach. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just the stress catching up to me. But when I sit down to pee and glance at my panties, the sight of blood makes my heart stop. “No…” My voice cracks. My world tilting for a second.

Mу parents are оut having dіnnеr, аnd I’m slumped іn thе bathroom of mу room crying and in pain. Thеrе’ѕ blооd in mу panties, blооd drірріng оut оf mе аnd іt’ѕ nоt bесаuѕе оf my реrіоd. I dоn’t know whаt tо do. I’m so ѕсаrеd mу heart іѕ роundіng. I саn still feel his hands on mе. I’m dіѕguѕtеd.