As your sister reaches for the side of the toilet, you hear her mumble "Maybe I shouldn't have stolen that booze." Then everything moves again, much like when you were puked out, but more orderly... and in the opposite direction. You are swirling in a whirlpool of death down... down... into a pipe totally filled with water. You bash into one of the walls, and the breath is forced out of you as you grunt in pain. Now you are frantic for air, but there is none to be found. You know that your family's toilets connect directly to the sewers (there had been problems with your septic system recently and your parents had been arguing about it quite loudly), but you doubt that you'll make it that far. Your chest is beginning to burn with the effort of holding your breath.
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