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stomach gurgling, emptying my bowels. Even though it was little more than liquid, it smelled horrible.
    Several minutes later, I finally trusted that I was finished. I stood, feeling weaker than when I’d come into the restroom. I pulled up my underwear and jeans, and just as I was fastening the button, the stall door burst open, nearly hitting me in the face.
    Standing there smiling was Dominic and Taylor.
    Dominic said, “Hey, shithead.”
    Taylor laughed.
    Dominic looked around me at the stuff floating in the toilet. “I always knew you were full of shit, Boozer.”
    I stood there like an idiot, just like always, hoping they’d go away and forget I was alive. And just like always, they didn’t. It seemed everyone could forget I was alive but the people I wanted to.
    Taylor, still laughing at Dominic’s hilarious joke, tried to make one of his own. “Looks like you filled your diaper,” he said.
    “Leave me alone,” I managed to say, though it was far quieter than it should’ve been.
    Dominic stepped into the stall. “What’s that, turd?”
    “Turd,” Taylor said to himself, laughing. “That’s funny.”
    Oh, yes. Dominic was bound for comedic stardom.
    Dominic glanced back at him over his shoulder and smiled. “Yeah, it’s funny.” He looked down at the mess in the toilet. “Turds from a turd.”
    “Please,” I said.
    “You hear that, Taylor? He’s begging me.”
    “Yeah, begging like a little girl,” Taylor smirked.
    “A little girl who shits little turds,” Dominic said.
    “Just leave me alone, guys,” I said, feeling my stomach gurgling again.
    Dominic stepped even closer. He was in my face now, looking down at me. Taylor took up the doorway.
    “You think you can tell me what to do, Boozer Loser?”
    I shook my head no.
    “Yeah, he does,” Taylor said from behind Dominic. “He has shit for brains.”
    Dominic nodded. Then he laughed. “He has shit for brains. Let me show you what shit for brains looks like, Boozer.”
    He grabbed the back of my head and spun me around so fast I thought I was turning circles. Taylor was in the stall before I was even facing the toilet. I felt him grab my wrists and hold my arms behind my back. Dominic forced me to my knees. He placed one of his knees against my spine and pushed, causing me a great amount of pain. His knee pushed on my back, forcing my stomach and ribs against the cold, hard porcelain. Then, with his hands on the back of my head, fists holding wads of my hair, he pushed my head forward, toward the smelly brown water with the floating chunks.
    “No,” I said. “Please don’t.” I wanted to cry, but didn’t want them to see me. Plus, I didn’t have time to cry. At least not right now.
    “Shut up, Boozer,” Dominic said and pushed my face further into the toilet. I panicked. My heart was beating frantically, and my breaths came in gasps and gulps.
    I struggled as much as I could. I couldn’t push away from the toilet as my hands were being held behind me by Taylor, whose grip was cutting off the circulation to my fingers. They were starting to tingle. I couldn’t lean back because they were holding me forward with their hands and legs. I was stuck.
    And my load loomed before me.
    “You ever hear that saying, Boozer? Eat shit and die? Well, open up,” Dominic said.
    Before I could plead any more, he shoved my face into the murky water. I didn’t even have a chance to take a deep breath or close my mouth. I did manage to get my eyes closed before plunging into the darkness.
    I felt some pieces bump against my face and I gagged. When I felt pieces bumping against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, I nearly puked.
    He kept holding me under, and I kept struggling. It was muffled because my head was under water, but I heard them laughing.
    Just when I thought I was going to drown, I felt myself being pulled up. When I felt my face hit air, I gasped a deep breath of air.
    Then I smelled it. Everything my body had rejected filled