When I opened my eyes, I was being dressed, like a doll.
They were gentle, at least with my awfully tender skin, the memory of myself being struck by the flame lightning stunned me for a moment.
Ah, I really wanted to think of it as if it was a mere dream and act like it hasn't happened...You know like for real.
Sadly, my body still had the scent of burnt flesh, so I couldn't be like one of those people who pretend to be ignorant. I wondered if my blood was like liquid fire now with small zaps of electricity...
But why would it hurt so bad?
Wasn't it all in my mind or rather the soul?
Since when was my flesh, bone and bones aching like reality?
A throbbing began in my head, and at first, similar to a slow, soft, tapping before it rose to a pounding.
Mothers**ker! I wished that I could reach into my brain and dig it out but as if the fucking thing knew what I wanted to do it faded away.