Chapter 2

  Waking up while everything around you is burning, can be quite an experience. Have you ever read those news about exploding Samsung phones? It's true! Accidentally tried and tested! It's melting my face right now!

'Can I have it semi-rare, please?' I sarcastically thought while feeling the scorching pain all over my, still being, barbecued body

And it's 9 levels of hell painful!

"GYAHHHHHHHH!!!!! SHIT!! MOMMY!!!!!"

Is what I wanted to shout but instead, only for a hoarse, unidentifiable gurgle to come out. Can't even scream properly! It still resounded in my head. Must've exploded close to my throat, sending my voice to oblivion. And still had the gall to stick to my face! I cried for my mommy.

Where is she?

Initializing Complete.

'Huh?' I heard a familiar voice.

And promptly ignored it. My ears must be damaged as well. Damn.

I knew my contacts melted into my eyes, because it was so excruciatingly painful to even try and open them! Already bawling my eyes out now; because by some miracle I was still able to cry, painfully. Rolling back and forth on my bed at the same time in a futile attempt to just do something, it didn't help at all. Under the myriad of pain I'm in, it's unbelievable I haven't passed out yet.

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'How did the fire spread so fast?' I fleetingly thought. Phone still stuck to my cheeks, I fell off the bed after rolling so much and felt the melting canisters of used hairspray placed by the bedside.

Oh. Fuck!

I should've listened to her and threw them away. Not that it'll stop my phone from exploding. I also vaguely, faintly, at the back of my burning head kind of thing, remember her intense warning about exploding phones and what not to do. Maybe? Not sure. Most likely.

'Too late for that', mentally bashing my inner-hoarder. I tried crawling to my closet and get some clothes but stopped because the floor was lava! Kidding. It was still scorching hot though. The closet was just on fire, inside and out. Fuck it all.

Fusing with Host…

'What the fuck is tha---

'If I live, I'm going to be so ugly', I suddenly thought.

"MOMMMY! I don't want to be ugly!" Voice already so damaged but still wanting to scream. So I crawled like an injured toddler towards door thinking that no matter what, I want to live. Show my ruined beauty to the world. But regardless of my resolve, the human body can endure so much.

At least I manage to sit up, crying. Cue sad music.

"Is this it for me?" I asked myself, voice barely audible.

Mom is probably visiting our relative's office next door. Or she could have gone to the mall, shopping. The fire is already spreading rapidly, I can feel it. It's good that she's not here.

I'm sorry, Mom. *cough*

I'm sorry to have caused you so much pain due to my avoidable death.

But I know you're a strong woman. You're my mother after all. *cough*

I hope you can move on from this. *cough* Damn coughs.

'Hehehe…' I laughed. Please miss me.

I love you, Mom.

Mommy, I really don't want to die. 'So dramatic', mentally rolling my eyes.

Time of Death: 7:48 PM on Friday, May 1, 2020. Victim burned to death. Imagining the scenario if they find my hopefully well-done corpse.

Dying on my birthday, how ironic.

Fusion Complete.

'What'?

Then I woke up.

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