[color=9e0b0f][b]Ved[/b][/color]
	His eyes opened slowly, a fire alarm was blaring in his ears as he registered the pain that hit his body. It was unbearable, like every nerve in his being was submerged in boiling acid, and like his veins were filled with molten steel. As he gasped, he found himself unable to breath, like his lungs were filled with something that wasn't air. Sitting up, he tried to reach for the phone on his kitchen counter, and with shaky hands he grabbed a hold of it, then dialed 9-11, only to hear nothing but the dial tone in his ears. He swallowed, then choked and coughed, coughed so hard that blood began to spew from his mouth and the pain came back again tenfold. In a finale effort to relieve the pain, he smashed his head into the wooden cabinet near where he had fallen, and suddenly, everything stopped. The hurting seized, and he felt it retreat down into his fingertips then vanish, like nothing had happened. Shakily, he pushed his arms underneath of him, supporting his movement as he stood up slowly, nearly threatening to topple back over, before he looked towards the stove and saw the smoke rising from it. His egg had been cooking the entire time, and was now nothing but black ash in the pan.

	Instinctively, he moved quickly to the stove to turn it off, but due to the weakness of his knees, he fell face forward, smashing it against the pain and with a cry, a long burn sizzled into his profile. Standing up and clutching at his now scarred faced, he stiffly moved to his parents bedroom, only to see they weren't there. Stepping outside, he looked around, only to see no one was around. Moving out into the yard, he saw no one. Nothing, at all.