There are no words to describe this feeling. Pain, horror, a feeling that seems to last forever. An eternity passes, plants spout up and flower, trees shed their leaves and still this feeling prevails.
And then, finally, I push, harder than I've ever pushed before, and a satisfying plop echoes through my sparse bathroom. I breath a sigh of relief and hike up my trousers. That was a big one. Last time I eat 14 hotdogs in one sitting.
I prop open the window, letting cool air flow in to take away the smell. I stop, sniffing. There's something else there, besides the stench of my insides. An odd smell, like rotting eggs. Maybe I need to change my diet. It can't be good, having to perch on the toilet for an hour at a time. Of course, having too much reading material in the bathroom doesn't help either.
I plop back down on the couch and switch on my Playstation. I wait as it beeps twice and then flashes resolutely red. I don't panic. We've been playing this game for a few weeks now. It beeps and flashes, I kick it twice and warn it to behave itself, and then it works again. Like a charm. There's nothing a good kick can't fix. It's just as well. It's been a little while since I've been outside. But there's nothing much that interests me out there. I've got a weeks' worth of groceries, a month long supply of Coke and a whole world of GTA to explore. Much more interesting than whatever lies on the far side of those curtains.
I hear a knock at the door and pause the game, looking for my trousers. I could have sworn I threw them on the couch at some time in the last week. I shrug. At least I'm wearing boxers. I twist around to check out the seat. No skidmarks either. They'll have to do.
When I open the door, my baby sister is standing there, wide-eyed, her hair a little disheveled. She's panting slightly, like she's been out for a run. I used to run myself for a while, trying to get fit. But it's not all it's cracked up to be. Lots of sweating and chafing and losing your breath. Seems pretty unhealthy if you ask me.
The world ended when I was sitting on the toilet. I regret nothing.