As for my parents, and my sister.. Their fate was similar. For some reason though, possibly biological, them sharing genes with me.. It didnt hit them until the next morning.
I woke up to my father yelling in a petrified and worry filled voice, "FUCK!, FUCK!, FUCK!, NO PLEASE NO THIS CANT BE HAPPENING"
"GOD DAMNIT WHY?? IT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD!! HOW IS THIS REAL?!"
apparently the acidity of my sick even at my young age had found a way to create its own passage out of his body, through the flow of liquid it managed to miss his organs and just re-routed his large intestine, with his new anus being on his lower side.
My mother was sleeping through her torment, and when woken from my fathers screams she also began moaning very loudly in pain.
"Ooooohhhhh, oooohhhh sweet lord what is happening to me? I feel such an intense burning inside."
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH FUCKING HELL WHAT IS GOING ON??? I CANT BARE THIS PAIN WHAT IS HAPPENING? WHAT DID I DO, GOD? TO DESERVE THIS?"
She too had her large intestine re-routed by my vomit, only.. The doctors said that the channel met back up with her existing intestine and had cauterized its own hardened path. From now on whenever she ate, as it passed through the channel it would cause unbearable pain that caused her to convulse violently.
My sister, well.. She did not have a similar fate.. The acidity was too much, and we found her mostly whole.. With nothing but a puddle for her mid-section.
i was so happy i spit bile all over the walls of the house while no one was watching because i love the smell. it seeped right in and they were never able to get rid of the stench.
heres a recording of me spitting: http://vocaroo.com/i/s1vldAykRY1q