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Fire.
Boiling, scorching flames.
That's what begins to consume my body as I lay helplessly in my bed, the covers long forsaken as the heat devouring the vulnerable, half-naked body exposed reaches an unbearable height.
"What a wonderful way to start of Tuesday!"
A bitter smile forms over my shiny glossed lips-after running my tongue over my lips so many times in order to ward off the dryness that seemed to try to constantly possess them, I would think they'd look shiny and glossy- at the direction my private thoughts turn to; Tuesday, a day that would've been ordinary had it not also been my birthday: something I had been greatly looking forward to, regardless of the fact that I knew I wouldn't do anything special or receive much.
But that was okay because I already had everything I wanted: a sassy yet loyal best friend, and a broken yet loving family.
An anguished scream cuts my thoughts short as the fire enters through the fine, greenish-blue veins popping out on my sweat slicked wrist; the blaze then rapidly begins slithering through my body like exuberant snakes, vigorously poisoning every cell and bone they sank their elongated teeth into.
Where did things go wrong?
Through the haze of agony that was engulfing my quivering body the question races to the forefront of my mind, and along came with it a memory of yesterday-a day that had been normal.
Green eyes fluttered open only to instinctively shut close as they met the piercing glare of sunlight that slithered through the cracks of my blinds.
"Harry, love," The voice of my mother filtered through the wooden door separating the hallway and my bedroom. "it's time to get up; breakfast is on the table, so hurry and get your butt down here. Do not make me come in there, understood mister?"
The groan that escaped my lips was the only answer my mother, Anne Cox, received as I began shuffling out of bed; after placing my feet on the freezing wooden floors, I quickly pushed my sluggish body of the bed and began dressing slowly while my limbs loudly protested against the work through sharp spasms of discomfort.
However, once my hooded emerald eyes flicked towards the blinking clock on my table, my snail movements turned erratic as my brain registered the few minutes I had to get to school on time.
Swiftly shoving on my shirt, not even noticing the fact that the tag was sticking out in the front, I struggled to button up my jeans while hopping down the stairs like a rabbit with one leg; when I ended up tripping on the bottom step and landed on my face, thankfully with no prominent injuries, I knew that luck wasn't on my side.
Flopping around like a fish out of water, nimble fingers managed to successfully pull up my zipper and button my jeans; my attention turned from my clothes to the kitchen, where an enticing aroma of breakfast wafted towards me.
Pushing my body off the floor, I dashed into the kitchen and grabbed a lightly browned toast smothered in butter, shoving the food into my mouth while searching for my shoes.
"I didn't know today was go to school with your shirt on backwards," Anne commented with barely contained amusem*nt.
A muffled groan was the only reply she got as I wrestled with my shirt, letting out a triumphant shout once I had finally got the T-shirt on correctly; green eyes returned to their previous task of finding my shoes, discovering them under one of the chairs.
Grabbing them, slicked hands-the butter must have gotten on my hands while I ran around like a headless chicken-shoved the shoes over my feet before I turned to give my mum a goodbye kiss; I quickly high-tailed it out of the room, a cheeky grin coloring my lips at her shrieks of disgust-it's just a little bit of crumbs, mum-and amusem*nt.
Green gem eyes turned to the watch on my wrist, my dash increasing its speed as I took in the hands and their position.
So in tune with making it to school on time, I briefly forgot my best friend and his love for tackling-until he attacked.
A gush of air escaped my lungs as I met the floor for the second time today, a moan of pain following that involuntarily released air.
"Lou off me," I gasped as I wiggled underneath the heavy weight of my best friend for ten years, Louis Tomlinson.
"Calling me a fatty, Hazzy?" A chirpy voice inquired, a threat underlying the seemingly sweet question.
"No heavy off please," I released a thankful cry when the body lying on top of me was removed, my chest heaving as it began inhaling the air it had missed.
"Finally!" I breathed before pushing myself off the tiled floor and rushing towards the metal locker that contained the items necessary for school.
"I'm not that fat!" Louis cried as he began pouting, plastering himself all over my back like an octopus while he sniffled playfully. "Hazzy, I'm not fat! I'm not!"
Heaving an exasperated sigh while trying to hide my growing smile, I kept my face forward and buried inside my locker.
"No, lou, you're not fat," I soothed my dramatic best friend.
"Of course I'm not," Lou agreed, flicking his hair-though he didn't have that much hair-exaggeratedly before focusing on the problem at hand. "So, what's got you so strung up?"
"If you may have not already noticed-and given the number of your blood cells, I'm beginning to think that's the case," A snicker left my lips at his protest before I continued. "If you may have not noticed, you and I are late."
"That's not something to be so tense about," Lou muttered, his pout returning as I smacked him on the back of his head.
"Unlike you, I do have a problem with getting detention," I pointed out, shutting my locker door before walking towards my first class.
"You wound me, Hazza," Louis gripped his chest as if mortally wounded in that area. "and here I thought you enjoyed having detention with moi. After all, it's just another excuse for us to spend some quality time together, no?"
"One of the reasons teacher's watch us like a hawk when they see us together," I muttered before playfully flicking the arm Lou had slung over my shoulder, yet I made no attempts to remove the appendage.
Louis burst into chortles as he threw his head back; the laughter washes over me like a gentle rain: soothing and reassuring.
Before the memory could continue, a sharp searing pain yanks me out as a deafening crack resonates through the room.
The bones once holding my arm upright and in place have just snapped in half, the limp limb now dangling on the outskirts of my bed.
Affliction races across my perspiring body as my delirious brain registers the broken arm.
The torment suddenly amplifies as my mind and lucid thoughts-thoughts scarce in numbers, I might add- overreact, all the stress and trauma adding up until it overflowed without any warning.
I'm going to die!
I'm going to die!
Terror grips my heart at my distraught thoughts of impending death and begins constricting the harshly thumping organ like a boa constrictor, anxiety overriding any sensible thought I might have had.
I'm going to die!
I'm goin' to die!
I'm goin' to die!
I'm gonna die!
I'm gonna die!
I'm gonna
Darkness suddenly overcomes my vision as a burst of lava rushes over my transparent clammy skin; all the suffering I had experienced since I had awoken from sleep instantly disappearing as I fall into oblivion.
But one last thought remains, reminding me even in bliss the hell I had faced.
Die.
