I was alone—calm in the chaos. Anyone else would have been freaking out, running and trying to escape. But to me, this almost felt peaceful.

I could die, the voice in my head reminds me, but even so, I’m too mesmerized to move away. If anything, I want, no need, to get closer.

It was beautiful. The lights that moved from the sky to the ground, rushing the darkness away. I felt like a moth drawn to a flame.

I thought of the saying, “Lightning never strikes the same place twice,” as I watched that theory quickly get disproven.

How does it feel to be struck? Would I survive being hit twice? Probably not. Something so beautiful couldn’t be that bad. Could it?

I looked up and saw the lightning coming down toward me. I raised my hand to help it reach me faster. I know what they say: “Curiosity killed the cat,” but I believe I must have some kind of death wish.

In less than a moment, I felt a million bolts of electricity enter my body. I had never felt a pain so awakening before.

Black dots started appearing as it felt like I was struck again. The pain felt twenty times worse but lasted only a second before everything went dark. The last thing I did was take one final look at the beautiful chaos happening around me.