Everything turned dark and I lost consciousness.

...

I feel a shock running through me and I jolt awake, but my eyes won't open. I freak out for a second until I remember what happened. 'What happened to me?' 'am I dead?' 'No, I’m most definitely alive' 'Then what is currently happening to me?' 'Have I been brought to a hospital?'

'At least the pain is gone.' 'wait there's no way I could have recovered from those wounds, hell my leg was gone' I tried to move anything, but I felt nothing. 'wait... what is happening?' 'I must've been sedated' 'oh must be it'.

But I was completely charred right? how could I have survived that?' 'even if I somehow survived shouldn't my organs have been, cooked?'

'I should stop this… no need to get myself paranoid, I’m alive that's all that matters. Everything will be fine' I said inside my head, failing utterly to convince myself.

I tried to distract myself by thinking about other thing and I somehow succeeded yet I had to think about what happened to my friends... and I felt grief wash over me because I couldn't imagine that they are in a better state. I tried to tell myself that they must be fine, because I am fine so why shouldn't they be? I also told myself that they must be in the same hospital as me, but I couldn't get rid of the feeling of sadness just like I couldn't get rid of the lingering feeling of fear towards death. 'What if they are dead' 'What if I’ll be in a coma for the rest of my life' 'What if I’m still lying on the ground'.

Then my mind wanders towards my family and everything hit just that much harder.

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Soon after, I started to feel tired again and dozed off.

...

'Day 4 I guess?' 'It's kind of hard to keep track of time when you can't sense anything' It's been a long time, especially so when you can only sleep and imagine things. I've started to get used to being like this, well not used to it but at least I’m not afraid the entire day, unlike the first 2 days, this is mainly because there is no way that I would've survived a single day if I wasn't rescued, Let alone for 4 days.'

'I'm bored... I can't feel anything, I can't move, I can't do anything. Heh at least I’m not dead'

I start to imagine things, new and magical worlds, empires at war, heroes fighting against a demon king, giant magical battles.

My pleasant “dreams” were interrupted by a strong pulling force all over my body, yet as sudden as it came it also went away.

But I felt... different, somehow no, not just myself, somehow everything felt different even though I shouldn't be able to feel anything.

I hoped that this was a good sign, that I would be able to open my eyes again soon or that I would finally be able to hear music again. After this my thoughts started to wander off again eventually to my friends and family and then I felt the everlasting sadness and fear again.

I started to imagine new things again to combat the sadness, this time I was a god, I created a universe saying the all the famous line 'let there be light'

then I saw a bright light, yes, I saw something I instantly felt ecstatic as if the earlier sadness and fear didn't exist at all.

Yet what I saw after the white flash confused me very, very much.

I expected something like a hospital bed, but no what I saw was all kind of different colored light moving towards all directions, all stemming from one single point. Having just thought of it the first this that I thought of was that this was the big bang. 'But that's impossible... right?' I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice that a fragment was headed straight for me. I only noticed it when it was already too late, but it just passed through me?

'What?!?' 'seriously what even is happening here?' but nobody came to explain anything.

After just sitting there in silence for very long time being utterly flabbergasted, I started to admire the universe, well it was beautiful, colors everywhere.

'Did I just do that?'