Please don't eat me

Prologue

  I switched over to the next channel, lazily slouched on the couch as I searched desperately on TV for something to appease my immense boredom. A bag of chips laid on my stomach like a tired pet, which only reminded me of Ahsoka. Where was she? Cynthia was always the one to look after her, since I didn't like cats and she didn't like me. I wished Cynthia was here instead of at her friend's house, so I at least had someone to talk to.

  Feeling bloated from the fatty chips I got to my feet. For most people, summer holiday means going to the beach, hanging out with friends and generally having fun. For me, it meant waiting for my friends to make plans involving me while my family spent their time at work or with friends. I meandered up the stairs with a sigh.

  I could feel the headache come pounding back and groaned as I stumbled into the bathroom. It had been hounding me for the past week despite the aspirins I'd been taking. My father, Wallace, was considering taking me to the hospital. In fact, he had promised exactly that when he came back from work.

  After taking a piss I opened my phone and prayed any of my friends would have sent me a message of some kind. But no, nothing. I'm sure they were having fun. I walked back down and went into the kitchen, searching for some more aspirins when my mind suddenly turned to Angelica. I wondered what she was doing. I hope something fun. I wished I could see her. See her perfect smile and smooth, black hair. See her warm eyes look at me with the same love I'd felt for her for the past five years. Sure, it was a bit weird for a fifteen-year-old to say he was in love with a girl he was only acquaintances with, but I couldn't think of a better word for it.

  A sudden spike of pain made me drop the aspirin in shock and pain. I grasped my forehead as I felt my brain flare like it was on fire. The headaches had been bad, but this was the worst. I found myself lying on the back, looking at the ceiling as I took in deep breaths. I was going to be sick. My limbs were jelly, too useless to move. I was going to puke and be forced to lay in it until someone came home. Oh god.

  I was seeing spots swirl around me through the tears that welled in my eyes, multicoloured specks that danced and raved. My skull was cracking, splitting in half like something was trying to break through it.

  And then it did.

  A blue light spewed from my eyes, from my mouth, from every orifice on my body and I screamed and convulsed. It was like liquid smoke, exuding from me, steaming into the air, burning me up in the process. I had my hands to my face, gripping it in pain as if I could stem this flow even as it poured from my hands.

  Then, I passed out.