Struck

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When you've been struck by lightning as many times as I have, you start to expect the worst pretty much all the time. You never know when that jagged scrawl of white fire, chraged with a hundred million volts of electricity, might blaze down from the sky and find its mark on you; sear a hole like a bullet right through you, or turn your hair to ash; maybe leave your skin blackened to a crisp, or stop your heart; make you blind, or deaf, or both.

Sometimes lightning plays with you a little, lifts you into the air and drops you twenty yards away, blows your shoes off, or flash-fries the clothes off your body, leaving you naked and steaming in the rain.

Lightning could wipe the last few hours or days from your memory, or overload your brain, short-circuiting your personality and rendering you a completely different person. I heard about a woman who was struck by lightning and cured of terminal cancer. a paraplegic who was given the ability to walk again.

Sometimes lightning strikes you, but it's the person standing next to you who ends uo in the hospital. Or the morgue

Any of that could happen, or none of it, or something elso no one's ever heard of. the thing about lightning is you never know what it's going to do to you. Lightning could turn you into some kind of freakin human battery, storing up energy, leaving you with the persistent feeling that any day now you're gonna spontaneously combust. Like a bomb is going to go off inside you and do, well... what bombs do best.

Or maybe that's just me.

My name is Mia Price, and I am a human lightning rod. (Do they make a support group for that? They should, and tell me why)

And I am a lightning addict. There. Now you know the truth. I want the lightning to find me. I crave it like lungs crave oxygen. There's nothing that makes you feel more alive than being struck. Unless, of course, it kills you. It does that to me from time to time, which is why i moved to Los Angeles. As the song says, it never rains in Southern California. But the song also says when it pours, it pours.

The song is right.

It's been one year since my last strike, but that doesn't mean I've stopped expecting the worst. Lightning only strikes in L.A a handful of tiems every year. The problem is, I traded thunderstorms for earthquakes, one earthquake in particular. The one that changed the city, and my life, forever.

That day, the day of the worst natural disaster to hit the United States it rained...

Actually, it poured.