THE FIRST TRY (2)

When I touched the crystal, its cold surface suddenly became piercing hot and the flashing light became almost-blinding light. I tried to throw it away but the crystal stuck to my hand as if it was glued and I can't stand the heat anymore. I felt it ran through my cells and neurons, through my veins and slowly burnt my chest and I had no power to do anything. I kept on wailing and yelling and crying until the next thing I knew, my world went dark.

I woke up the next morning, trying to open my eyes slowly and felt it being blinded by the sun. So I shut it off again. I put on all of my effort to get up and felt my whole body repulsing to it. I forced myself and finally stood on the cold and hard surface beneath me. With my head towards the ground, I tried opening my eyes again and this time it was a success. I tried to digest the hell that had happened to me last night but nothing in my right mind could process it into idea. I slowly braved myself to peek around with a hope that nothing like movies would turn to reality and it turned out that my wish was granted. I was at the same spot as yesterday and I tried to search for the crystal and there it was, on the wet soil but lost its shine. It still changed colour but it did not gave out its ferocious light anymore. I tried to touch it and retreated my hand, remembering last night. I tried to clear my mind and ran to my house as quickly as I can. My neighbours and people who went to stroll around early in the morning stared at me, as if like I was a lion in the zoo, running free. I don't remember the whole story but as soon as I entered my bedroom and look at the mirror, I knew for sure that something about me had just turned wonderful and.. odd..