It was around Halloween, maybe about a week before, and my ex and I still shared the apartment.
We were sitting in the living room watching television, and I kept moaning about how I wasn't feeling well, I started coughing. I also grabbed my stomach like it was in pain. This went on for a few minutes. I finally excused myself to the loo. I closed the door and that's when the fun really started.
I had 3 fake blood capsules and cracked them open in my mouth. I also coughed loudly and made loud heaving sounds into the toilet so the water was bright red too.
I also made sure the blood had both dripped down my face and top and a few splashed onto the floor. I also wiped some of the blood away from my mouth so it smeared for maximum effect. I waited for my moment.
I started crying loudly in the bathroom and made myself hyperventilate. I called his name over and over. Screaming it at the top of my lungs. I rushed into the living room. He said "What the!" And all the colour drained from his face. His eyes were as big as saucers. I kept telling him, "I don't know what's wrong with me! What's wrong with me!"
I directed him into the loo, and showed him the copious amount of fake blood swirling in the toilet. As he was trying to get over his shock and figure out what to do, I let out a devilish laugh.
Happy Halloween Ya big Dork! 
Even, he, thought it was funny.