You realize your mistake in a split second, then your brains get blow'd up. It's all over the walls, blood everywhere. Also you lost bowl control. Its gross.
And to be honest, we both know that no one is going to find your body until the smell drives the neighbors to burn your house down. You didn't exactly have the greatest social life.
This is a pretty short chapter, for obvious reasons, but this site doesn't like those for some reason, so here is some copyrighted poetry. (don't tell the cops)
What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them
They just can't outrun
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide Mind