[ WP ] One day , in High School , you unintentionally get into a fight and are stabbed in the process . As you lie dying on the floor with everyone around you , you notice that your hands and face are beginning to glow a fiery yellow . You seem to be `` regenerating . ''

I did n't ask for this. I have my SATs to worry about, I have a term paper due on Thursday, I have to pay my mom's hospital bills for godssake. I ca n't afford to waste time. The corner of my vision started to fade. I struggled to remember what I was saying. All I remember is silver. A deep, plunging silver that took my breath away. My head was getting heavier and heavier, and the dull throb in my back faded as I felt colder and colder. It's so cold. But the cold is peaceful. I feel at ease. I stared at the bright florescence lights on the ceiling, the light growing more and more intense as I struggled to remain awake. A nagging feeling told me I had to remain awake. Stay awake. 
 
 
 My face started to burn and after a moment passed, it started to burn with a bright hot intensity. My vision filled with a glaring yellow glow, almost an unearthly light. I squeezed my eyes shut as the brightness became too oppressive and I woke up in a dark bubble. I ca n't breathe.
