Dripping Blood When I Poop Novels & Stories

Maybe I should have listened to Doctor Kingston about no sweets. Groaning loudly again, I walked towards the bathroom slowly before opening the door. Sitting down on the toilet seat, I took off my shorts and panties. My eyes popped out when I saw blood on my panties, making me freeze. What was happening to me? "Omg, I'm dying?" I whispered and asked myself at the same time. I didn't know when tears started rolling down my eyes, as I tried controlling my breathing. I don't know why I was feeling so emotional, but for some reason, I couldn't control it.

It had a weird grayish tint around its swollen edges. A twist in my belly reminded me to find a place to throw up. The toilet would be much better than the tiny drain. I didn't want to make a huge mess. What if I was about to throw up blood? On quivering legs, I tried to stand, but it turned out to be incredibly difficult like I was climbing a damn mountain. The shower curtain became my lifeline. All I had to do was make it out of the tub. A hard snap and unexpected slack in the curtain caused me to stumble back. Barely catching myself against the wall, I realized I'd had broken the curtain clips.

I sit on the floor before the water closet, and my sight begins to crisscross in disgust at the horrible memories. I begin to empty my guts into the toilet. Not being able to stop myself. I finally stop to calm my system and catch my breath, but I freeze when I look into the toilet and find that it's red with blood. I rush to my feet and begin to cough furiously as something is in my throat and is making me severely uncomfortable. I rush to the sink and begin to couch furiously until it finally flies out of my mouth, and into the sink. However, I die on the spot when I see what it is.

I bent forward slowly, brushing my teeth with care, spitting into the bowl as gently as I could. Not the most graceful thing, but I didn’t care. I was brushing sitting up. That alone made me feel like I’d won a battle. She waited patiently, holding the bowl steady. For days now, I haven’t used the toilet. Not once. Not even to pee. Dr. Ralia says it’s normal. Says my intestines are healing. That they were injured during the poisoning, and it’ll take time before they respond again. “When they wake up,” she said, “you’ll likely stool strange colours. Maybe even experience discomfort.”

Drops of blood fell one by one onto the concrete. Silas coughed softly, then reflexively spat. Along with the fresh blood, something hard bounced across the floor, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop near the shoes of one of his men.

The agonizing pain drags a loud scream out of my throat as I sink down to the floor of the shower, clutching my stomach. The bathroom door flies open, and then the glass shower door is yanked back. Pippa’s standing there, her face completely turned ghost. “Oh my god, Di, what’s wrong? Whats…?” I can’t even look up at her because my eyes are glued to the bottom of the shower. The water swirling around my feet isn’t clear anymore. It’s turning a bright shade of pink, first, then slowly, heavy stream of dark blood rushes down my inner thigh, mixing with the hot water and staining the white tile floor completely red.

I told myself it was nothing, that I was overreacting, that the stress of the past few weeks was making me imagine problems that did not exist. Until I went to the bathroom and saw the blood. It was not a lot. Just a few spots of bright red on the toilet paper, small and innocuous and utterly terrifying. I stared at them for a long moment, my mind refusing to process what my eyes were seeing. Then I called for Devin, and my voice came out high and thin and nothing like my own.

Alice shrugged, settling into bed to sleep. I took advantage of the moment and turned on the shower, letting the hot water wash away all the impurities from my body and relax my muscles instantly. I had been dreaming of a decent bath for days, and even though this bathroom was simple, it was everything I needed at that moment. I leaned my head against the wall, feeling a slight weakness in my legs, allowing myself to relax a bit. Everything seemed to be going well until I felt a sharp pain near my lower abdomen. A chill ran down my spine, and suddenly I started vomiting blood.

Killian and I finish our lesson, and part ways for the evening. It isn’t until hours later when I’m alone in my bathroom, gripping the edge of the toilet as I vomit stomach acid and blood, do I realize how big of a lie me saying I was okay was. I had been okay up until after dinner. I had put the twins down for bed a little early, and had been in here ever since. Something is wrong. That’s the only thought going through my mind as I look at the dark red covered toilet bowl. I had never thrown up blood before, but there was no way it was a good sign. Especially not when it was coming out like this.

Stained and ruined for all eternity. I hurry out of the couch to go to the bathroom and throw up again but freeze once I’m standing. Something sticky and viscous is running down the inside of my leg. I look down and see the sticky white substance of his semen lightly streaked with red. The sight has my stomach cramping and I slap my hand over my mouth to try and contain anything that wants to come out and rush to the bathroom.