ḾṎᙈtᏲ

ᎳᎪᏒᏁᎥᏁᎶ : ᎳᎪᏒᏁᎥᏁᎶ
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(just a random creepy drabble; fiction)
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I had always needed to throw up since last week, and at this point it was getting to me. The blood rushed to my ears and I felt nauseous and dizzy. My balance was out of proportion, too. I'd kill just to puke finally and let this subtle bothering be dealt with. Believe me, I've taken a few pills all week just to throw up. But nothing happened. I was frustrated and worried to say the least. When I got home I downed a few pills, probably more than necessary but it didn't matter in the moment - I was spazzing out. The sick feeling of the side affects and the subtle feeling of chunks in your throat every time you swallow is ridiculous and could drive me crazy... so crazy I even starved myself all week. I bent over the toilet and shoved my fingers down my throat, yeah, it came to that. Nothing came up, I just gagged and gagged. So I did the next best thing and grabbed my tooth brush and shoved it down my throat, practically bending backwards in anticipation.

Tears welled in my eyes as nothing happened, I scraped the end of the toothbrush at the top of my throat and then the bottom. Taking my toothbrush out of my mouth, I downed a few pills.. that's when the pills came right back up. This was it, wasn't it? I grabbed the toothbrush once again but before I knew it I was puking on my restroom floor. The force of it was so great it ripped a vein in my nose and blood spurt out from my nostrils and my eyes went bloodshot. I didn't care though, it was happening! I moved to the toilet and kept going for a while honestly, blood painting the seat occasionally along with some of the vomit. While the sight of all this swished around, the dizziness from earlier came back in a fog inside of me. Though it was worse this time. My vision began to blur as I dropped to the floor, still hacking up everything possible to leave my stomach, blood dripping from my nose messily and onto my mouth and chin. I had completely passed out.

When I woke up, I was in a gross wet pool of vomit and blood. The feeling of chunks never left the depths of my throat. I was infuriated! So infuriated I didn't acknowledge the fact I was covered in my own vomit and blood, so I stood up and began to.. as embarrassing as it sounds, punch at my stomach. I gagged over and over and grabbed the dirty tooth brush and shoved it down my throat as I slammed my stomach on the edge of the sink. I didn't know what the f*** to do. That's when I stormed into my room, grabbed my metal baseball bat, and sloppily slammed it at my stomach. I probably looked crazy, but I wasn't. I just wanted to get rid of what was driving me crazy. It wasn't working, I didn't have a good angle. What else.. what could squeeze both sides of my stomach so the chunks would splurt out?

My eyes caught sight of my door. Yeah, you bet I laid on the floor between the door and the doorway. I got a good grip on it, and with no hesitancy, I slammed it closed onto my stomach. I did that over and over but all that happened was it cut into my skin and blood had escaped from it and onto the door. I was sick and tired, so I closed it, but began to slowly close it even more. Closer and closer, harder and harder. I could hear the cracks inside of me, I could feel my organs clearly. It felt good; it felt extremely satisfying. I pushed the door closed even more and choked on air, my eyes rolling back into my head. I started coughing, and out came what I didn't expect. Something that had the texture of some kind of meat ripped through my throat, forcing its way into my mouth. My throat started to burn and I felt it get hot, probably from the blood. Whatever it was that I just let out of my stomach and subconsciously violently through my throat f***ed it up. I tried to wheeze but my mouth was full with whatever IT was. It barley even fit in my mouth.

My mouth was opened as far as it could go. It was torture, f***ing torture, but satisfying. I could hear the little cracks from my jaw being slowly stretched and broken due to the enormous chunk of meat in my mouth. I needed it out, NOW. For many reasons. Satisfaction, it hurt and I don't want to choke to death on it. So I did what came to mind through my own panic and hooked my two hands around my jaw, my fingernails scraping at my gums below my bottom teeth, and began to pry my jaw open. As I did I heard my jaw rip, it sounded horrifying. It wasn't like a sound I'd ever heard before.. as it was also extremely fulfilling. I tugged harder and harder at my jaw before it practically ripped off and that chunk of meat fell flat out of my mouth- it wasn't a chunk of meat. It was very well one of my own organs.