Presenting! Second revised chapter.

Chapter 2: Dying

"Darn it..." I exhaled after that and pouted as my hand scratched my head and my body sagged when I look at the mess that came from that power surge. Thoughts about what happened with the computer screen releasing tendrils of gold came out of my mind as the thoughts of my life works were gone that time.

It was just because! That whole corner that had all my life had soot that reach to the ceiling as the socket wires were fried as its rubber covering had gone melted. My salary won't be able to cover this much damage. I solemnly thought that time with a sigh as I assessed the other equipment in the apartment. Gone and out of commission, I would have to live poorly for a while to get them back.

I started cleaning up the mess as I decided that it would be better if I fixed the things here before worrying about those others. It was hard but I managed to get off all the soot off and threw the TV and decommissioned things away. The last thing that I had cleaned that time was the computer.

I didn't know what I had touched but that started this sickness I had. I felt a blast of electricity run throughout my body, whether I had screamed or not, that was out of me. I only found myself later as a pile on the floor with my throat painfully sore.

My thoughts were still scattered but the pain in me was shooting and making all my senses to work on high. Composing myself, a groan left my mouth. I looked at myself for some terrible damage and was thankful that I had only accumulated a 3rd degree burn from my arm to half of my chest over my heart. Darn, that was truly an experience.

It was already dark by the time I had fixed that burn with my first aid kit. I had to snap myself out of my daze about thinking the length of electrocution I had suffered. I was really thankful that I was still alive. I carefully fished out able parts from my computer again but came out with only the memory card with a lone file written on it.

That card was just besides my bed, untouched for the rest of the days I had been living. The next day, after that incident, my burns were miraculously healed but as the days go again, things just the started to get weirder. After my burns had healed, there was that gut feeling weighing me every single time I went near an electronic machine.

Just then, after weeks under the heavy feeling, I found out that I was able to overload a gadget or anything that was electronic at that. It would whirl out of functionality that is why I had to wear rubber gloves to not break anything anymore.

A week passed again and this was just last week. This was the week that I had suddenly fallen ill. I wanted to go check for a doctor but I had a feeling that they wouldn't be able to help me. My instincts were telling me that and I like to follow them because they had proven me that they were always right.

I endured that week and here I am now. I hadn't craved for water or food and I was bedridden! I was also emitting some kind of radiation waves that I had to create a cloaking device. I had a feeling that I would need it at some point but I kept it working till the wee hours, never even taking it off.

In just the span of two months; from watching that live feed and with all this changes happening now, I should be in panic, right? I should be going crazy now, right? But I know that wouldn't help me and my condition to get better if I go into panic or go crazy right now.

For more than half of my years with painful existence, I had learned the hard way that mulling about the past and crying will do no good to better the situation. I had quoted, 'Suck it up and face it.' When I was a kid and live off of it like it was a principle.

Whatever is happening to me now, I plan taking it on without fear; insecurity, maybe but fear was never a problem. I had live in that dark field for the longest that I could imagine and that certainly did no wonder to my life. To live in fear means to never be able to step out into the light and see what one is truly capable of. I like to keep myself out of that to never fall back into the pit and see what I had build, fall.

To God that had made me face this, I hope You have a great plan for me in the future. I know You have something great stored for me. I mused as I went to the bed again and brushed away the heavy feeling that someone was watching over me.

The next day, I left the bed and went to see the mail box that I had on the front. I didn't know what day it was but I mused that it was payment day again. My bills had poured out of it like water. I simply paid them again and went in. The thought of grocery shopping didn't come up to my mind as I locked the door again and did some easy labor. It was weird for me not being able to eat but it was a good way to save more money. The large amount I have would surely go into the fund to the orphanage once I die.

The concept of dying really was now being an acceptable one as I went over it again and again. To die was to rest. What a good thought it is for I have nothing to really be attached to the world now. I was just living now and helping to the extent of my life's end. Maybe it was time?

No, I don't really have a beta so yeah... This is pure me and 100% all errors are mine.

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